Disclaimer: I don't own JAG, or the Characters. No infringement intended.

Spoilers: Boomerang II, and others I'm sure, though I don't know specifically.

watched her figure disappear through the door before he even thought about going home. It had been a long, and strange day for him. He felt out of place in his life. He couldn't quite get a handle on every thing that seemed to be happening at once. He knew that he couldn't control the car situation, and that it was out of his hands until Webb returned. He suddenly realized that Webb didn't say when he would return it. That worried him even more, but he couldn't do any thing about it. He grabbed his coat and walked out of the bar to his Lexus, and drove straight home. He entered his apartment and stood in the middle of the living area. He looked around, the kitchen, the entrance to his bedroom, and the couch. Suddenly the whole room was filled with memories of Mac.

"Commander Rabb!" She stalked toward him. "How dare you do that to me. You sandbagged me."

"Hi Mac."

"You did that on purpose." He looked so smug with that smirk on his face and the cigar in his mouth.

"It's just a case Mac, I'll buy you lunch."

"So what, you can stick to me in the court room but out here we are supposed to be friends?" She was furious.

"Yes." He replied simply.

"I don't play that way Commander." She stormed off, leaving the Commander and Bud to wonder after her. She got over her anger and was soon apologizing with dinner.

Harm smiled at the recollection. He had been redoing his apartment at the time. Mac brought and apology dinner over. "The only place that is free is the bedroom." He said, wearily, wondering if he was going to witness her temper again.

"Works for me." She said, with a smile. Harm looked towards the couch, and the window beside it.

It was raining, pouring actually, and the lighting lit up the apartment like the sun. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom watching her, wrapped up in a blanket, starring out at the wet world. He heard her sniffle. Immediately he went over to her.

"What's wrong Mac?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it." She shot him down. It was chilly in the apartment, so late at night. Harm had on only boxers, but he was willing to be cold and sleep deprived to help her.

"Okay." He said and began to walk away.

"It just seems like every man in my life ends up dead." Mac said, obviously wanting to talk about it. He could hear the sorrow in her voice and the vulnerability. He walked towards her to comfort her. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Hey." He said, as he whipped them away with his thumb.

The memory brought back a lot of emotions. That was on of the first times that she had really opened up to him. Harm finally moved, and sat on the leather couch. He was starting to realize what was going on with him, why everything seemed so wrong. He knew he cared about her, he knew he was attracted to her, but he seemed to push back the scariest feeling. He was in love with her.

Mac scrambled into her apartment and was met by a very upset Australian. He was sitting on the couch, waiting for her. She could see the anger, and hurt on his face. He was stiff, and ready to bit.

"I'm so sorry Mic, I did forget. I admit to that." She stood in front of him, her eyes pleading with him.

"Where you with Harm?" He asked, tensely. He had to know. He couldn't understand why he let this happen to him over and over again with them. Why he thought he could come in the middle. But at first, he wasn't threatened. He thought he could save Sarah. Save her from her job, and her heartache, make her feel like a woman. He wondered why she even bothered letting him into her life. He knew the answer to that question. Sarah had no idea that she and Harm were silently carrying on a though afar.

"Yes." She said simply. "We had to meet Webb."

"Oh great." He said, jealously obvious in his tone.

"Mic, I am really sorry. I am." She sat down beside him, and put her hand on his. "Please." Why was she begging him? '*Because you love him*' She said to herself. '*Because you hate it when he is upset*' "What can I do?"

"And how about lunch this afternoon?" He asked, not letting her get out of it. "You must be hungry." Mac knew immediately what he was trying to do.

"Actually I found a break." She said, trying to ease his anger. Angry men frightened her. She didn't totally trust them. Even if this man was her fiancé. "So, Harm and I got some take out from a deli down the street." She sighed. This was going to take all night.

"A break?" He asked. "A break?" He repeated. "How convenient, at the same time as Harm."

"Mic what are you getting at?" Mac asked, becoming upset as well.

"Ah Sarah, just tell me the truth." He insisted.

"And what truth am I not telling you?" She asked.

"Are you in love with Harm?" He was afraid of her answer but had to know. He had to know if this relationship were to go on.

"What?" She was stunned. She thought about Harm a lot, but she never thought she was in love with him. She was too angry to think straight. "How can you ask me that? Whose ring is this on my figure? Yours!"

"Maybe because I got to you first." Mic suddenly felt very stupid. Mac stood up and walked across the room.

"How dare you accuse me off that, Mic." She was pacing. "Harm and I have been through a lot together, we have known each other for a long time. We have saved each other's lives. Of course I care for him. But love? Yes I suppose I love him, he is my best friend." Mic saw the fury in her eyes, and wished to God he could take back his last question.

"I'm sorry Sarah." He moved towards her. "I should have just let it go."

"Damn right you should have."

"Sarah, can we just boil it down to nerves?" Mic asked, chiding himself for his mistake. Mac sighed. She was upset at his accusations, but also knew that she had lied to him about lunch.

"This is a little ridiculous. But I have one question?"

"Ask away luv."

"How long is my relationship with the Commander going keep causing us problems?" She was deadly serious, and tired of the run around. It was an old problem and she wanted to nip it in the bud.

"What can I say, I just don't want to lose you."

"I know." She replied. "I'm starved." She changed the subject, tired of arguing about the same thing. Mic laughed, and proceeded to go to the kitchen to warm up the food that had gotten cold.

The phone rang.

"Hello?" He asked, raspy voiced. "Hey Renee!" He stood from the couch and went to the refrigerator to get a drink. "No, just a long day." There was a pause. "Yes, we are still on for tomorrow night." He returned with his drink to the couch, and squashed all thoughts of Mac, as he spoke to his current girlfriend. "Not tonight Renee. I'm too tired." He really was. He was going to bed as soon as he had eaten. His early morning had not only thrown his whole routine off, but he was also tired too early. He had decided to go back to his regular schedule of being late. "Goodnight Renee." He hung up the phone.

Mac climbed into bed next to Mic and made sure her alarm was set for the right time. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight Sarah. All is forgiven?" He was still nervous about their previous argument. Mac smiled slightly, she hadn't forgotten, but was ready to move on.

"Yes, forgiven, and I am very tired." She rolled over, her back facing Mic and proceeded to try to sleep. Mic got the hint, and did the same.