Chapter 2
I look up from my work a few hours later to see Mac returning from an errand, probably copying something. I dash over to my door and open it. She looks at me surprised at my unusual behavior. I don't care what the hell the bullpen is thinking right now. I grab her arm and pull her into my office shutting the door behind her. She's waiting for me to explain myself, and suddenly I don't even know what to say.
"Mac, are you happy? Honestly, truly positively happy?" I ask desperately.
There is a fleeting, yet deep emotion that flies across her features just before she puts up her guard. I cannot place it, I can read any woman except the one I love. She answers slowly and cautiously, "Why wouldn't I be happy Harm? I'm getting married in less then forty-eight hours. Do you have a reason why I shouldn't be?" Her words cut me worse than if she had physically stabbed me in the back.
"N-Nothing," I stammer out, "just wondering. I've got to get back to work. Goodbye."
"Harm-" she started.
"Just please go Mac."
"You'd let me know if you need help?"
"Yes." I reply, knowing perfectly well I won't. She leaves with a puzzled backward glance. She knows me well enough to know I'm lying. But she gave up the right to be concerned the day she accepted his ring. She knows it, and so do I, all to well. The door closes, and I resist the almost overpowering urge to tear out after her. Instead I turn on the radio..
I look up from my work a few hours later to see Mac returning from an errand, probably copying something. I dash over to my door and open it. She looks at me surprised at my unusual behavior. I don't care what the hell the bullpen is thinking right now. I grab her arm and pull her into my office shutting the door behind her. She's waiting for me to explain myself, and suddenly I don't even know what to say.
"Mac, are you happy? Honestly, truly positively happy?" I ask desperately.
There is a fleeting, yet deep emotion that flies across her features just before she puts up her guard. I cannot place it, I can read any woman except the one I love. She answers slowly and cautiously, "Why wouldn't I be happy Harm? I'm getting married in less then forty-eight hours. Do you have a reason why I shouldn't be?" Her words cut me worse than if she had physically stabbed me in the back.
"N-Nothing," I stammer out, "just wondering. I've got to get back to work. Goodbye."
"Harm-" she started.
"Just please go Mac."
"You'd let me know if you need help?"
"Yes." I reply, knowing perfectly well I won't. She leaves with a puzzled backward glance. She knows me well enough to know I'm lying. But she gave up the right to be concerned the day she accepted his ring. She knows it, and so do I, all to well. The door closes, and I resist the almost overpowering urge to tear out after her. Instead I turn on the radio..