Part 2...The Stalker
March 17, 1998 (just after Mac comes home to a trashed
apartment-The Stalker)
2010 EST
Mac and Par's apartment
Georgetown, DC
***AN: I don't remember the specifics of the episode, but
I planned on changing it anyway. Any differences were
intentional. It's been a while since I've seen it anyway.
Also--no Dalton or Jordan or any other significant-others .***
Mac sat outside with Par in her lap. The little girl had
cried herself to sleep after seeing her home in such a
state of disarray. The investigator--Coster, she remembered
--asked her all the usual questions, and now she stood
outside waiting for Harm to come pick her and her sleeping
daughter up. An officer stood nearby keeping an eye on the
two.
"Are you okay?" Harm asked jogging up the sidewalk to the
pair. He had broken more than a few traffic laws in his
hurry to get to his friend and her daughter.
"We're okay," Mac whispered. She was still shaking slightly,
but she would never admit to being afraid. She was a marine
after all. Not that Harm would ever make fun of her for
something like this, but it was the principle.
"Harm!" Par cried leaping into his arms. She buried her
face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and he could
feel her warm tears on his skin.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," Harm consoled the girl rubbing
her back and holding her close. He turned to Mac. "Do you
have everything that you'll need for the night?"
Mac nodded and gestured toward the bag that was sitting on
the ground at her feet. "This has Par's things, and I have
an overnight bag in my trunk."
"Go grab it. You can stay at my place."
Ordinarily, his orders would have made Mac want to remind
him that he didn't outrank her, but at the moment all she
did was nod. She went off to her car, the police officer
following behind.
"Want to talk about it, Par?" Harm whispered to her sitting
down with her sit in his arms. He felt her shake her head
and just kept rubbing her back. She stopped crying and fell
limp against him.
Harm placed a kiss on her hair and shifted her so that he was
cradling her like an infant. Looking down at her face before
she buried it in his chest, he knew that he loved her as if
she was his own child. He smiled at the realization.
"I'm ready if you are," Mac announced after a quiet moment
of observation. She hated having to break up the moment.
The way Harm was looking down at her daughter made her want
to cry. He made it obvious that he loved the little girl
for the first time.
"We're ready," Harm responded. Mac picked up the bag, and
they walked to Harm's car (which one must forget is a 2-seater)
looking to all the world like a young family.
2035 EST
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Harm carefully laid the sleeping girl down on his bed and
pulled the covers over her small body. He kissed her forehead
before going out into the living room to join Mac who was
curled up on the couch.
"What happened?" Harm finally asked sitting down next to her.
"I brought Par out to get ice cream at that place down the
street, and when we got back, everything was strewn all over.
It was a mess. I made Par stand behind me, and I grabbed my gun.
Both of our rooms were ransacked as well..." Mac told him with
only the slightest hesitation in her voice.
"Why don't you go get some sleep in the room with Par. I'll
call the admiral and inform him of the situation," he suggested
quietly.
Harm touched Mac's arm and led her to the bedroom. He helped
her get dressed into her pajamas without allowing himself to
take time to look over her exposed body. She slipped under the
covers, and he turned to leave the room intending to sleep on
the sofa.
"Harm?" Par's small voice asked. "Can you stay in here with us?"
Harm stood still for a second unable to really believe what he was
hearing. He turned and looked at Mac who smiled reassuringly. He
pulled of the jeans he had hurriedly pulled over his pajama pants,
and climbed into the bed on the other side of Par who snuggled into
his chest and took a handful of his t-shirt. All three fell into a
surprisingly comfortable slumber.
TBC...
March 17, 1998 (just after Mac comes home to a trashed
apartment-The Stalker)
2010 EST
Mac and Par's apartment
Georgetown, DC
***AN: I don't remember the specifics of the episode, but
I planned on changing it anyway. Any differences were
intentional. It's been a while since I've seen it anyway.
Also--no Dalton or Jordan or any other significant-others .***
Mac sat outside with Par in her lap. The little girl had
cried herself to sleep after seeing her home in such a
state of disarray. The investigator--Coster, she remembered
--asked her all the usual questions, and now she stood
outside waiting for Harm to come pick her and her sleeping
daughter up. An officer stood nearby keeping an eye on the
two.
"Are you okay?" Harm asked jogging up the sidewalk to the
pair. He had broken more than a few traffic laws in his
hurry to get to his friend and her daughter.
"We're okay," Mac whispered. She was still shaking slightly,
but she would never admit to being afraid. She was a marine
after all. Not that Harm would ever make fun of her for
something like this, but it was the principle.
"Harm!" Par cried leaping into his arms. She buried her
face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and he could
feel her warm tears on his skin.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," Harm consoled the girl rubbing
her back and holding her close. He turned to Mac. "Do you
have everything that you'll need for the night?"
Mac nodded and gestured toward the bag that was sitting on
the ground at her feet. "This has Par's things, and I have
an overnight bag in my trunk."
"Go grab it. You can stay at my place."
Ordinarily, his orders would have made Mac want to remind
him that he didn't outrank her, but at the moment all she
did was nod. She went off to her car, the police officer
following behind.
"Want to talk about it, Par?" Harm whispered to her sitting
down with her sit in his arms. He felt her shake her head
and just kept rubbing her back. She stopped crying and fell
limp against him.
Harm placed a kiss on her hair and shifted her so that he was
cradling her like an infant. Looking down at her face before
she buried it in his chest, he knew that he loved her as if
she was his own child. He smiled at the realization.
"I'm ready if you are," Mac announced after a quiet moment
of observation. She hated having to break up the moment.
The way Harm was looking down at her daughter made her want
to cry. He made it obvious that he loved the little girl
for the first time.
"We're ready," Harm responded. Mac picked up the bag, and
they walked to Harm's car (which one must forget is a 2-seater)
looking to all the world like a young family.
2035 EST
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
Harm carefully laid the sleeping girl down on his bed and
pulled the covers over her small body. He kissed her forehead
before going out into the living room to join Mac who was
curled up on the couch.
"What happened?" Harm finally asked sitting down next to her.
"I brought Par out to get ice cream at that place down the
street, and when we got back, everything was strewn all over.
It was a mess. I made Par stand behind me, and I grabbed my gun.
Both of our rooms were ransacked as well..." Mac told him with
only the slightest hesitation in her voice.
"Why don't you go get some sleep in the room with Par. I'll
call the admiral and inform him of the situation," he suggested
quietly.
Harm touched Mac's arm and led her to the bedroom. He helped
her get dressed into her pajamas without allowing himself to
take time to look over her exposed body. She slipped under the
covers, and he turned to leave the room intending to sleep on
the sofa.
"Harm?" Par's small voice asked. "Can you stay in here with us?"
Harm stood still for a second unable to really believe what he was
hearing. He turned and looked at Mac who smiled reassuringly. He
pulled of the jeans he had hurriedly pulled over his pajama pants,
and climbed into the bed on the other side of Par who snuggled into
his chest and took a handful of his t-shirt. All three fell into a
surprisingly comfortable slumber.
TBC...