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(Mac's POV)
After watching in shock as Harm Sr. ran from Harm's room, Harm went ballistic. After claming him down, Trish and I split up to look for him. She took the upper levels of the hospital, while I searched outside. I was skeptical that I would find him outside, being that it was about twenty degrees, but wouldn't you know that's where he was. He was sitting on a picnic table facing the street. After using my cell to phone Trish, I told her that I would talk to him, and we would be back up soon. Trish said that she would go back and try to calm Harm down. I approached him carefully, not really knowing what to say.
"You don't see such warm weather like this in Russia," I said sitting down next to him. He flashed me a quick smile that I knew was Harm's flyboy smile.
"You ever been?"
"Once or twice," I said not really wanting to tell him why.
He turned his attention back to the road. I knew from experience, that you can't push Rabb men into talking, you have to wait until they talk to you. I pulled my fleece closer to my body to try and keep the December chill at bay.
"I don't know why I ran," he whispered. "I just-I just couldn't face him after all these years. I left him when he was just a little boy. He must hate me. And God; finding out about Sergei-"
I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and shook my head. "He doesn't hate you."
"And how would you know that?" He snapped. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, like Harm usually did when he was stressed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."
"It's okay. And I know because I spent the last ten years with him. We have been partners for the last eight years, and have been married for two years now. Harm doesn't hate you."
"You know I never heard how you met him."
"We met in a rose garden," I said and smiled. I always loved telling people that.
"You met him in a rose garden?"
"Yeah, that was eight years ago, and it seems like just yesterday."
"I'm glad my son met someone like you. I couldn't have pictured a better daughter in law.
I blushed at his comment and thanked him, but I knew we were getting off topic.
"You have to face him sometime, you know."
"He looked so angry when I came in; so angry and hurt. I-I just didn't know what to do."
"But you do know what you have to do," I said.
He shook his head and smiled at me.
"Yeah, I do."
(Trish's POV)
I was standing in front of Harm's room, anxiously waiting for Mac and Harm Sr. to come back. There was a million questions running through my mind, but I could find no answers. When I spotted the two walking towards me, I gave a sigh of relief, and ran up to hug him, holding him tight feeling as if I didn't he would disappear. He gave me a sheepish smile and a kiss on the head before going into harm's room and closing the door behind him.
"What did you say to him?" I asked, the curiosity getting the better of me, as I watched my son and husband through the window.
"He was just scared that Harm would hate him. I just reassured him that Harm doesn't hate him."
"Why don't we give these two some time alone, and go see what those boys of yours are doing."
We drove back to the house in a comfortable silence that was broken when we saw a black sedan in the driveway. We left Josh home to baby-sit Luke, and weren't expecting any company. Approaching the house carefully we were surprised to see Agent Webb standing in the living room with Sergei and Josh.
"Webb what are you doing here?" Mac asked.
"I know with Rabb being in the hospital, and everything else that is going on, you guys haven't got a chance to get a Christmas tree yet. So Sergei helped me pick one out and set it up."
"Isn't it cool, Mac?" Josh asked excitedly.
"You didn't have to do that Webb," Mac said.
"I know, but I am taking some time of work, and I thought I would stop by before I left."
"Going away for Christmas?" I asked curiously.
"Yep"
"Is it for work or is it personal time?" Mac asked.
"Personal time"
"I didn't know you took personal time," Mac teased. "Any one I know?"
"And why would you assume I am taking time of to spend it with a woman."
"Because you wouldn't take personal time for anything else that I know of."
"You'd be surprised."
"But that still doesn't answer my question."
"Yes, if you must know, it is."
"Who is she?"
"What is this, twenty questions?"
Before she could answer I spoke up.
"Then Mr. Webb I insist that you bring her over for Christmas dinner. That is if you don't have any plans."
"Mrs. Rabb I couldn't-"
"Mr. Webb you brought my family back together, I don't know where to start thanking you. I insist you come."
"I wouldn't try and argue with her Webb, you won't win," Mac teased with a smile.
"Then I guess all I can say is, what time should we be here?"
TBC
(Mac's POV)
After watching in shock as Harm Sr. ran from Harm's room, Harm went ballistic. After claming him down, Trish and I split up to look for him. She took the upper levels of the hospital, while I searched outside. I was skeptical that I would find him outside, being that it was about twenty degrees, but wouldn't you know that's where he was. He was sitting on a picnic table facing the street. After using my cell to phone Trish, I told her that I would talk to him, and we would be back up soon. Trish said that she would go back and try to calm Harm down. I approached him carefully, not really knowing what to say.
"You don't see such warm weather like this in Russia," I said sitting down next to him. He flashed me a quick smile that I knew was Harm's flyboy smile.
"You ever been?"
"Once or twice," I said not really wanting to tell him why.
He turned his attention back to the road. I knew from experience, that you can't push Rabb men into talking, you have to wait until they talk to you. I pulled my fleece closer to my body to try and keep the December chill at bay.
"I don't know why I ran," he whispered. "I just-I just couldn't face him after all these years. I left him when he was just a little boy. He must hate me. And God; finding out about Sergei-"
I put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and shook my head. "He doesn't hate you."
"And how would you know that?" He snapped. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, like Harm usually did when he was stressed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."
"It's okay. And I know because I spent the last ten years with him. We have been partners for the last eight years, and have been married for two years now. Harm doesn't hate you."
"You know I never heard how you met him."
"We met in a rose garden," I said and smiled. I always loved telling people that.
"You met him in a rose garden?"
"Yeah, that was eight years ago, and it seems like just yesterday."
"I'm glad my son met someone like you. I couldn't have pictured a better daughter in law.
I blushed at his comment and thanked him, but I knew we were getting off topic.
"You have to face him sometime, you know."
"He looked so angry when I came in; so angry and hurt. I-I just didn't know what to do."
"But you do know what you have to do," I said.
He shook his head and smiled at me.
"Yeah, I do."
(Trish's POV)
I was standing in front of Harm's room, anxiously waiting for Mac and Harm Sr. to come back. There was a million questions running through my mind, but I could find no answers. When I spotted the two walking towards me, I gave a sigh of relief, and ran up to hug him, holding him tight feeling as if I didn't he would disappear. He gave me a sheepish smile and a kiss on the head before going into harm's room and closing the door behind him.
"What did you say to him?" I asked, the curiosity getting the better of me, as I watched my son and husband through the window.
"He was just scared that Harm would hate him. I just reassured him that Harm doesn't hate him."
"Why don't we give these two some time alone, and go see what those boys of yours are doing."
We drove back to the house in a comfortable silence that was broken when we saw a black sedan in the driveway. We left Josh home to baby-sit Luke, and weren't expecting any company. Approaching the house carefully we were surprised to see Agent Webb standing in the living room with Sergei and Josh.
"Webb what are you doing here?" Mac asked.
"I know with Rabb being in the hospital, and everything else that is going on, you guys haven't got a chance to get a Christmas tree yet. So Sergei helped me pick one out and set it up."
"Isn't it cool, Mac?" Josh asked excitedly.
"You didn't have to do that Webb," Mac said.
"I know, but I am taking some time of work, and I thought I would stop by before I left."
"Going away for Christmas?" I asked curiously.
"Yep"
"Is it for work or is it personal time?" Mac asked.
"Personal time"
"I didn't know you took personal time," Mac teased. "Any one I know?"
"And why would you assume I am taking time of to spend it with a woman."
"Because you wouldn't take personal time for anything else that I know of."
"You'd be surprised."
"But that still doesn't answer my question."
"Yes, if you must know, it is."
"Who is she?"
"What is this, twenty questions?"
Before she could answer I spoke up.
"Then Mr. Webb I insist that you bring her over for Christmas dinner. That is if you don't have any plans."
"Mrs. Rabb I couldn't-"
"Mr. Webb you brought my family back together, I don't know where to start thanking you. I insist you come."
"I wouldn't try and argue with her Webb, you won't win," Mac teased with a smile.
"Then I guess all I can say is, what time should we be here?"
TBC