A/N From Nat - Ok sorry, about the wait, *kneels on the ground and begs for forgiveness* Had lots of fun with this chapter, there's shippy moments, cute kiddy moments and fights (not that i like them) falling out of the sky. The next chapter will be up sooner, I hope!!! Depends on our 'oh so talented' poster!!!! But anyways enjoy, and lots and lots of reviews please!!!!!!!! Thanks:)
A/N - First of all, I wanna also apologise for the delay in getting this fic posted. This time I actually have a good reason. :D Not only did it take us awhile to get through it (trust me the details were very hazy up until 11 o'clock last night) but I was waiting for my beta to get back to me, only to remember (yesterday) that she's gone on holidays. Oops. BUT, to make up for it, the chapter is rather long. This is also a warning. *g*
Second of all, despite Nat's enthusiasm, I wanna warn of the delay that's coming up. ;) I'm going on holidays for four weeks, and won't be doing any writing in that time - unless of course my trip is completely boring and I conveniently find a comp... (both which I guarantee you won't happen)
What ever writing Nat gets done is outta my hands, but pray she gets bored. *g* I promise though we'll get it up the second it's finished, Beta-ed or not.
A HUGE thanks always to Nat though, who started out as my paddle, then got up and jumped in to the boat with me to help me row. This fic wouldn't exist without her, and she's been a huge support while writing. (not to mention all the bits she added inbetween *g*)
Hope you feel better hon!!
Disclaimer - Actually, considering this is in the other chapters, I'll refrain from putting you through it again.
Feedback - I have a slight obsession with my feedback. I love reviews, good, bad and ugly. PLEASE people, just take five seconds after reading to tell us what you thought. A simple - it was good - will make me happy. And you wanna make me happy right? RIGHT?!
Please.. don't mind me. Read on.
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Mac sat in the kitchen, nursing her coffee, her thoughts a million miles away. The children's laugher from the other room filtered in and out, but she was only partly conscious of them.
She didn't know how she was going to tell him. She didn't know how he would react. He'd been so happy when JAG had admitted her back to work, even if it was only as legal adviser, at least until she got her bearings back. This changed everything. She'd been with Harm now for going on two months, and she'd never been happier anywhere else, she didn't want anything jeopardizing that, but this was something neither had counted on.
A knock on the door jarred her out of her thoughts and she got up slowly to answer it. Whatever she had been thinking instantly left her head when she opened the door and saw who was standing before her.
"Mic." She choked out, suddenly feeling sick in her stomach. It was like one of her bad dreams, coming back to haunt her.
"Sarah." Mic's face brightened at seeing her, and he let out a breath of air he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Mac swallowed hard, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." He said, as if it were obvious.
"How did you know I was here?"
Mic just looked at her, and she conceded to the point. Anyone who knew Mac would know where she went when in a crises, she didn't see why her own husband would be any different. He wasn't stupid, she knew that, and but she wondered how they had stayed together as long as they had.
"Is Harm here?"
"He's at work." Mac said shortly, reaching down to hold to stomach. She still felt sick.
Mic frowned, "I meant my son."
"Oh. Mic, I don't think it's a good idea if you. -" she had to stop. Without another word Mac spun and fled towards the bathroom.
Mic's frown deepened, then he moved into the house.
"Daddy!" Harmon came running, throwing himself into his father's arms.
Mic knelt down and hugged him tight, "Hey little buddy. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." Harmon responded, pulling away, "What's wrong with mummy?"
"I dunno mate." Mic stood up as Mac returned from the bathroom, "You okay luv?" He asked, and Mac nodded, her hands wrapped protectively around her middle. Mic's eyes narrowed, then he patted Harmon on the head, "Why don't you go off and play?"
Harmon nodded vigorously, yelling a war cry before slamming the door behind him.
Mac's eyes followed her son out, and Mic's next words caught her off guard, "Your pregnant, aren't you?"
Mac's head snapped up to lock eyes with him, but she couldn't speak.
"Is it his?" Mic took a step towards her, "Is it his!?" he demanded.
"I don't know!" Mac shot back, her gaze hard.
"Have you been sleeping with him?" Mic asked coldly, "You leave me and the first thing you do is run to his bed. He's married for god's sake Sarah! And so are you!"
Suddenly the front door swung open, and a cheerful Harm entered, only to have his face automatically turn suspicious, "Mic." He said evenly, "What are you doing here?"
Mic turned, his own eyes hardening, "Come to collect my wife as a matter of fact, who you so charmingly managed to knock up."
Harm's gaze darted to Mac's, question marks replacing his eyes, but she didn't comment, and Harm was left to speculate until he could get Mic out of his house, "I don't think she wants to leave."
"We'll see about that." Mic bit off each word, sent a glare in Mac's direction, then stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Mac? You okay?" Harm moved towards her and Mac fell into his arms, trying to keep in the sobs. She didn't want to cry; she didn't even know why she was crying. Not over Mic, she couldn't cry over Mic, not anymore.
He held her gently, hating Mic at that moment. It was the second time Mic had made the woman he loved cry, and all he wanted to do was hurt him back. And bad.
"Mac, hon talk to me." He pulled away, brushing his fingers over her chin and lifting her head to meet his eyes, "What did he mean?"
Mac's eyes searched his before she sniffed, "He... I'm pregnant Harm."
Harm's eyes went wide. Pregnant? "Mine?"
Mac nodded slowly, still awaiting his reaction.
"Mac! Oh my god that's fantastic!" He bent down, placing a hand on her still flat stomach, then pressed his ear against it, "A baby. 2 children and 1 tiny one running around. The first of many." He mumbled but his voice full of wonder.
"Your okay with this?"
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? Mac, I have always known that we would have a large family. It just depended on when. I remember before Renee and Mic, I always daydreamed of us with kids. I always thought it would be me and you with bucket loads of kids." He stood up again and hugged her against him, then pulled away, his happiness marred by concern "Are you okay with this?
Tears formed in Mac's eyes, the she wrapped her arms around Harms neck, hugging him tightly. " I was so scared that you were going to be angry, things were going so well, I thought that this would ruin things." She paused than looked at him and smiled "So that's what you were thinking about all those times I walked into your office and spoke to you. You always looked so out of it, so far away. I always thought that you were thinking about some girl."
" Well technically I was thinking about 'some girl'. That girl just happened to be you." He replied, then a grin spread across his face. " All knocked up and naked."
"Hey!" Mac's jaw dropped open, "I can't believe you daydreamed of me naked, Squid." With that she punched him in the arm.
Harm grabbed her arms, then snaked his arms around her waist. "You know you love me!"
"Yeah, I know. I tried not to, but that just didn't work!" she teased.
Harm smiled, suddenly reflecting. They had danced around each other for so long, he was glad they could stand back and laugh about it.
Suddenly Mac pulled away, "You got a letter today." She moved to the kitchen and handed it to him.
Harm frowned, taking it from her, reading the return address. He knew that stamp. "It's from Reneé." He opened it and quickly skimmed the pages.
"What is it?"
"Divorce... " He trailed off and his eyes went wide, but pulled the paper away and placed in his jacket pocket before Mac could read, "I need to call someone."
Mac was left standing as Harm moved away, curious as to what was going on. She and Harm hadn't spoken much about their respective partners, it was an extremely touchy subject, but Mac had presumed that divorce on both their parts was already a forgone conclusion. She and Harm couldn't marry each other until they were divorced from their partners. Suddenly Mac's heart dropped into her stomach. What if he didn't want to marry her? It was something else they hadn't talked about. She knew Harm had problems with commitment, what if she had read him wrong? She fell back onto the chair. What if he didn't want to let that part of his life go?
"Mommy?" Harmon moved into the kitchen, then climbed onto his mother s lap.
"What's up baby?" She asked gently.
"When are we going home?"
Mac stopped dead, "You want to leave?" she asked, then realized that wasn't really a question she could ask a three year old. In her head she could hear some long lost 'how to treat children' defense council screaming 'objection!'. She rephrased the question, "Do you like it here?"
Harmon nodded happily, "But I miss daddy."
Mac hugged her son tight too her, "Well see him soon." She promised, "soon..."
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2 Weeks later-
"Daddy! I don't want to go to daycare!" Sarah stood in the hallway, little arms across her chest in defiance, her lips pouted, and her eyes, which Mac swore were replicas of her fathers 'puppy dog' look.
"Why not sweetheart? It's just like every other day you've been with Harmon." Harm spoke while doing up his tie in the hallway mirror. Things had been hectic ever since Mac had gone back to work, but for some reason today was one of the worst they'd hit. And what made matters worse for Harm was little Harmon, arms folded in his lap and backpack on, just awaiting the word from his mother.
"Alright!" Harm called, praying to whatever gods were up there that he had everything, "Lets get a move on."
Sarah was not happy, but when Harmon moved and stuck his tiny hand into hers she sighed and lead them both to the car. She loved her playmate, and childcare was okay when she could be there with him.
Harm and Mac dropped the kids off, leaving them with elderly woman they had come to know as Doris. And as always, she looked more stressed and agitated then enthusiastic at the start of a new week, but both military officers were too stressed themselves to notice. The two children stood staring into the room, before the woman ushered them inside.
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5 hours later
"Daddy!" Harmon ran into his father's arms; while Mic grinned and bent down to hug him.
Doris, even more harried then earlier that morning, looked down at Mic with distrust, "You're not Mr Rabb." She pointed out to him.
"They didn't tell you?" Mic asked, standing back up with Harmon still in his arms and feigning surprise, "Sarah was supposed to let you know I was going to pick them up."
The woman raised an eyebrow, but it was clear from the boys affection that he was indeed the father. "And the other one?"
Mic turned to see Sarah a few feet off, watching with curiosity. Although being the first time he laid eyes on her, he knew immediately who it was, "Yep." he confirmed, "both of them."
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"You did what?!" Mac grabbed Doris by the shirt and brought her face inches from hers.
"I.. uh, let them go with their father." The woman stuttered, fear in her voice at having a pissed marine threatening her.
"Who!" Mac demanded.
"I don't know! He... he had an accent, Australian."
Mac let go and spun on her heel, running towards the car, cell phone already in her hand.
"Rabb."
"Harm, it's me. Mic's got the kids."
There was silence on the other end, then Harms steady voice came back, "I'll meet you back home."
Mac didn't respond, but hung up and immediately called the police. She had no delusions. Mic was out too hurt her, and if it meant taking the most precious thing to her in this world, he wouldn't hesitate to do it
Mac met Harm back at the house, which already had a detective from the police station waiting by. He quickly took down details, then left to head too the childcare center
Harm found Mac in the kitchen, head in her hands. "It's gonna be okay." He told her softly, sitting across from her, "We'll get them back."
"He could be halfway to Australia by now!" Mac's voice filling with anger and she stood up and start pacing the kitchen.
"Yeah but chances are he's not, we will find them Sarah, I promise you." Harm stood and walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Mac jerked away. "How can you be so calm, your daughter has been kidnapped!" She paused, then ran a hand through her hair, then spun to face him, "To make it worse, It was Mic! The man I left to be with you!" She yelled
"You think I'm not scared or worried Mac!" Harm's cool composer flew out the window, "Sarah has been my world since you left me! She's my life, I love her so much and now she is gone, because of the man that denied me the woman I love!" He took a deep breath, then lowered his voice, "But now, instead of looking for them, we are standing here arguing about it."
Mac wasn't so ready to just back down. She blamed herself for the kids going missing. She should have stayed home to look after them instead of leaving them to some stranger while she went to work, " What and you don't think Harmon isn't my world?" She screamed back, "He has been the only thing tying me to Mic for so long, but when I finally decide I've had enough, and I come and tell you what I've wanted to tell you for twelve years, it causes this mess and I get my child kidnapped! But oh no, that's not enough, the man I love gets his daughter kidnapped as well." She dropped her head into her hands and mumbled, "Things were going to well, I should have known this was coming. My life has been a living hell since the word go, how could I think it was going to change?"
Harm stood stricken. Did she really think that? He wanted to move to her, to comfort her and tell her it would all be all right, but he hesitated, unsure how she would react.
Frustrated, and angry at herself, Mac turned and walked away, beating back tears. Fighting with Harm was the last thing she wanted
A few moments later Harm followed, to find her sitting on the back porch. She didn't turn, but whispered gently, "We don't even know where to start looking."
"We'll find them." Harm stood awkwardly behind her.
"I know.... but at what cost? I came here because I thought this was the right thing to do.... but I never thought about Harmon. I jeopardized him for my own selfish reasons. And now I've jeopardized Sarah as well"
Ham moved and sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against his chest, tight enough so she couldn't pull away, but she offered no resistance. She sighed and snuggled against him.
"I love you." Harm whispered against her hair, "And we'll get through this one, together. Just like always."
" I love you too." She offered back but it didn't matter what she said, or what Harm said for that matter. Their children were missing, kidnapped by her soon to be ex-husband. A man she had stopped loving almost as soon as she had married him and realized her mistake.
Harm and her had been through more dangerous situations, but there had never this much on the line. Mac would have preferred it if it was her life on the line, it would be so much easier.
" Harm I'm sorry....it's just that, before I had Harmon, nothing mattered to me. I mean I cared about you, but that was different. Harmon is a part of me, my own flesh and blood....."
Harm cut her off. " Mac you don't have to explain. I feel the same way with Sarah. Before, your life didn't matter as much. Now you have this precious gift that your suppose to be responsible and care for, to love and keep safe, and you would gladly give up your own life, just to make sure they never feel an once of pain."
Mac looked up at her lover. Maybe Harm did know what she was feeling.........but then again he has always been able to tell what she was thinking. She sighed: maybe it was just because he is a parent now too.
"Mac." Harm said her name softly, "I don't want you worrying to much, ok. I know you will no matter what, but please try and think of the other life inside of you." He paused as she smiled at his words, " Please promise me you'll try not to put any other extra stress on yourself."
"Harm" she began to protest, but then realized it would do no good, "I'll try, but I'm not making any promises sailor."
"It's alright Marine, just try for me." Harm grinned, then bent down and lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. Moving closer, he ran his fingertips lightly down her belly as Mac shivered. His fingers continued to danced across her belly, before he leant forward and kissed the exposed skin, tickling with his tongue. . This action caused Mac to moan softly. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she threw her head back. God his hands on her felt so good. She was so tempted to get lost in him, but she couldn't, not with their children missing.
"Harm." She opened her eyes and looked down at him.
"Hmmm." He asked lazily, not taking his attention off her stomach.
"I can't. Not like this."
He looked up at her, his blue eyes reaching inside of her and claiming her heart.
"We can't."
Harm nodded, " I know, I was just thinking that." He told her softy.
She reached down and stroked his face. " I love you so much, Harm." Mac said, and their eyes locked.
"I love you to Sarah. Never forget it." Harm pulled her shirt back down, then stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her softly.
Mac kissed him back with passion, then pulled away. "I better go have a shower, then we can go out and look for Sarah and Harmon." She started to head towards the bathroom.
" Can I join you?" Harm asked with a grin.
" No, this is going to be a cold shower....." Mac trailed off as she walked into the bathroom.
Harm gave a small laugh. " Yeah, so will mine."
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Feeeeeeeeeeedback!!!
A/N - First of all, I wanna also apologise for the delay in getting this fic posted. This time I actually have a good reason. :D Not only did it take us awhile to get through it (trust me the details were very hazy up until 11 o'clock last night) but I was waiting for my beta to get back to me, only to remember (yesterday) that she's gone on holidays. Oops. BUT, to make up for it, the chapter is rather long. This is also a warning. *g*
Second of all, despite Nat's enthusiasm, I wanna warn of the delay that's coming up. ;) I'm going on holidays for four weeks, and won't be doing any writing in that time - unless of course my trip is completely boring and I conveniently find a comp... (both which I guarantee you won't happen)
What ever writing Nat gets done is outta my hands, but pray she gets bored. *g* I promise though we'll get it up the second it's finished, Beta-ed or not.
A HUGE thanks always to Nat though, who started out as my paddle, then got up and jumped in to the boat with me to help me row. This fic wouldn't exist without her, and she's been a huge support while writing. (not to mention all the bits she added inbetween *g*)
Hope you feel better hon!!
Disclaimer - Actually, considering this is in the other chapters, I'll refrain from putting you through it again.
Feedback - I have a slight obsession with my feedback. I love reviews, good, bad and ugly. PLEASE people, just take five seconds after reading to tell us what you thought. A simple - it was good - will make me happy. And you wanna make me happy right? RIGHT?!
Please.. don't mind me. Read on.
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Mac sat in the kitchen, nursing her coffee, her thoughts a million miles away. The children's laugher from the other room filtered in and out, but she was only partly conscious of them.
She didn't know how she was going to tell him. She didn't know how he would react. He'd been so happy when JAG had admitted her back to work, even if it was only as legal adviser, at least until she got her bearings back. This changed everything. She'd been with Harm now for going on two months, and she'd never been happier anywhere else, she didn't want anything jeopardizing that, but this was something neither had counted on.
A knock on the door jarred her out of her thoughts and she got up slowly to answer it. Whatever she had been thinking instantly left her head when she opened the door and saw who was standing before her.
"Mic." She choked out, suddenly feeling sick in her stomach. It was like one of her bad dreams, coming back to haunt her.
"Sarah." Mic's face brightened at seeing her, and he let out a breath of air he hadn't realised he'd been holding.
Mac swallowed hard, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you." He said, as if it were obvious.
"How did you know I was here?"
Mic just looked at her, and she conceded to the point. Anyone who knew Mac would know where she went when in a crises, she didn't see why her own husband would be any different. He wasn't stupid, she knew that, and but she wondered how they had stayed together as long as they had.
"Is Harm here?"
"He's at work." Mac said shortly, reaching down to hold to stomach. She still felt sick.
Mic frowned, "I meant my son."
"Oh. Mic, I don't think it's a good idea if you. -" she had to stop. Without another word Mac spun and fled towards the bathroom.
Mic's frown deepened, then he moved into the house.
"Daddy!" Harmon came running, throwing himself into his father's arms.
Mic knelt down and hugged him tight, "Hey little buddy. I've missed you."
"I've missed you too." Harmon responded, pulling away, "What's wrong with mummy?"
"I dunno mate." Mic stood up as Mac returned from the bathroom, "You okay luv?" He asked, and Mac nodded, her hands wrapped protectively around her middle. Mic's eyes narrowed, then he patted Harmon on the head, "Why don't you go off and play?"
Harmon nodded vigorously, yelling a war cry before slamming the door behind him.
Mac's eyes followed her son out, and Mic's next words caught her off guard, "Your pregnant, aren't you?"
Mac's head snapped up to lock eyes with him, but she couldn't speak.
"Is it his?" Mic took a step towards her, "Is it his!?" he demanded.
"I don't know!" Mac shot back, her gaze hard.
"Have you been sleeping with him?" Mic asked coldly, "You leave me and the first thing you do is run to his bed. He's married for god's sake Sarah! And so are you!"
Suddenly the front door swung open, and a cheerful Harm entered, only to have his face automatically turn suspicious, "Mic." He said evenly, "What are you doing here?"
Mic turned, his own eyes hardening, "Come to collect my wife as a matter of fact, who you so charmingly managed to knock up."
Harm's gaze darted to Mac's, question marks replacing his eyes, but she didn't comment, and Harm was left to speculate until he could get Mic out of his house, "I don't think she wants to leave."
"We'll see about that." Mic bit off each word, sent a glare in Mac's direction, then stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Mac? You okay?" Harm moved towards her and Mac fell into his arms, trying to keep in the sobs. She didn't want to cry; she didn't even know why she was crying. Not over Mic, she couldn't cry over Mic, not anymore.
He held her gently, hating Mic at that moment. It was the second time Mic had made the woman he loved cry, and all he wanted to do was hurt him back. And bad.
"Mac, hon talk to me." He pulled away, brushing his fingers over her chin and lifting her head to meet his eyes, "What did he mean?"
Mac's eyes searched his before she sniffed, "He... I'm pregnant Harm."
Harm's eyes went wide. Pregnant? "Mine?"
Mac nodded slowly, still awaiting his reaction.
"Mac! Oh my god that's fantastic!" He bent down, placing a hand on her still flat stomach, then pressed his ear against it, "A baby. 2 children and 1 tiny one running around. The first of many." He mumbled but his voice full of wonder.
"Your okay with this?"
"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? Mac, I have always known that we would have a large family. It just depended on when. I remember before Renee and Mic, I always daydreamed of us with kids. I always thought it would be me and you with bucket loads of kids." He stood up again and hugged her against him, then pulled away, his happiness marred by concern "Are you okay with this?
Tears formed in Mac's eyes, the she wrapped her arms around Harms neck, hugging him tightly. " I was so scared that you were going to be angry, things were going so well, I thought that this would ruin things." She paused than looked at him and smiled "So that's what you were thinking about all those times I walked into your office and spoke to you. You always looked so out of it, so far away. I always thought that you were thinking about some girl."
" Well technically I was thinking about 'some girl'. That girl just happened to be you." He replied, then a grin spread across his face. " All knocked up and naked."
"Hey!" Mac's jaw dropped open, "I can't believe you daydreamed of me naked, Squid." With that she punched him in the arm.
Harm grabbed her arms, then snaked his arms around her waist. "You know you love me!"
"Yeah, I know. I tried not to, but that just didn't work!" she teased.
Harm smiled, suddenly reflecting. They had danced around each other for so long, he was glad they could stand back and laugh about it.
Suddenly Mac pulled away, "You got a letter today." She moved to the kitchen and handed it to him.
Harm frowned, taking it from her, reading the return address. He knew that stamp. "It's from Reneé." He opened it and quickly skimmed the pages.
"What is it?"
"Divorce... " He trailed off and his eyes went wide, but pulled the paper away and placed in his jacket pocket before Mac could read, "I need to call someone."
Mac was left standing as Harm moved away, curious as to what was going on. She and Harm hadn't spoken much about their respective partners, it was an extremely touchy subject, but Mac had presumed that divorce on both their parts was already a forgone conclusion. She and Harm couldn't marry each other until they were divorced from their partners. Suddenly Mac's heart dropped into her stomach. What if he didn't want to marry her? It was something else they hadn't talked about. She knew Harm had problems with commitment, what if she had read him wrong? She fell back onto the chair. What if he didn't want to let that part of his life go?
"Mommy?" Harmon moved into the kitchen, then climbed onto his mother s lap.
"What's up baby?" She asked gently.
"When are we going home?"
Mac stopped dead, "You want to leave?" she asked, then realized that wasn't really a question she could ask a three year old. In her head she could hear some long lost 'how to treat children' defense council screaming 'objection!'. She rephrased the question, "Do you like it here?"
Harmon nodded happily, "But I miss daddy."
Mac hugged her son tight too her, "Well see him soon." She promised, "soon..."
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2 Weeks later-
"Daddy! I don't want to go to daycare!" Sarah stood in the hallway, little arms across her chest in defiance, her lips pouted, and her eyes, which Mac swore were replicas of her fathers 'puppy dog' look.
"Why not sweetheart? It's just like every other day you've been with Harmon." Harm spoke while doing up his tie in the hallway mirror. Things had been hectic ever since Mac had gone back to work, but for some reason today was one of the worst they'd hit. And what made matters worse for Harm was little Harmon, arms folded in his lap and backpack on, just awaiting the word from his mother.
"Alright!" Harm called, praying to whatever gods were up there that he had everything, "Lets get a move on."
Sarah was not happy, but when Harmon moved and stuck his tiny hand into hers she sighed and lead them both to the car. She loved her playmate, and childcare was okay when she could be there with him.
Harm and Mac dropped the kids off, leaving them with elderly woman they had come to know as Doris. And as always, she looked more stressed and agitated then enthusiastic at the start of a new week, but both military officers were too stressed themselves to notice. The two children stood staring into the room, before the woman ushered them inside.
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5 hours later
"Daddy!" Harmon ran into his father's arms; while Mic grinned and bent down to hug him.
Doris, even more harried then earlier that morning, looked down at Mic with distrust, "You're not Mr Rabb." She pointed out to him.
"They didn't tell you?" Mic asked, standing back up with Harmon still in his arms and feigning surprise, "Sarah was supposed to let you know I was going to pick them up."
The woman raised an eyebrow, but it was clear from the boys affection that he was indeed the father. "And the other one?"
Mic turned to see Sarah a few feet off, watching with curiosity. Although being the first time he laid eyes on her, he knew immediately who it was, "Yep." he confirmed, "both of them."
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"You did what?!" Mac grabbed Doris by the shirt and brought her face inches from hers.
"I.. uh, let them go with their father." The woman stuttered, fear in her voice at having a pissed marine threatening her.
"Who!" Mac demanded.
"I don't know! He... he had an accent, Australian."
Mac let go and spun on her heel, running towards the car, cell phone already in her hand.
"Rabb."
"Harm, it's me. Mic's got the kids."
There was silence on the other end, then Harms steady voice came back, "I'll meet you back home."
Mac didn't respond, but hung up and immediately called the police. She had no delusions. Mic was out too hurt her, and if it meant taking the most precious thing to her in this world, he wouldn't hesitate to do it
Mac met Harm back at the house, which already had a detective from the police station waiting by. He quickly took down details, then left to head too the childcare center
Harm found Mac in the kitchen, head in her hands. "It's gonna be okay." He told her softly, sitting across from her, "We'll get them back."
"He could be halfway to Australia by now!" Mac's voice filling with anger and she stood up and start pacing the kitchen.
"Yeah but chances are he's not, we will find them Sarah, I promise you." Harm stood and walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Mac jerked away. "How can you be so calm, your daughter has been kidnapped!" She paused, then ran a hand through her hair, then spun to face him, "To make it worse, It was Mic! The man I left to be with you!" She yelled
"You think I'm not scared or worried Mac!" Harm's cool composer flew out the window, "Sarah has been my world since you left me! She's my life, I love her so much and now she is gone, because of the man that denied me the woman I love!" He took a deep breath, then lowered his voice, "But now, instead of looking for them, we are standing here arguing about it."
Mac wasn't so ready to just back down. She blamed herself for the kids going missing. She should have stayed home to look after them instead of leaving them to some stranger while she went to work, " What and you don't think Harmon isn't my world?" She screamed back, "He has been the only thing tying me to Mic for so long, but when I finally decide I've had enough, and I come and tell you what I've wanted to tell you for twelve years, it causes this mess and I get my child kidnapped! But oh no, that's not enough, the man I love gets his daughter kidnapped as well." She dropped her head into her hands and mumbled, "Things were going to well, I should have known this was coming. My life has been a living hell since the word go, how could I think it was going to change?"
Harm stood stricken. Did she really think that? He wanted to move to her, to comfort her and tell her it would all be all right, but he hesitated, unsure how she would react.
Frustrated, and angry at herself, Mac turned and walked away, beating back tears. Fighting with Harm was the last thing she wanted
A few moments later Harm followed, to find her sitting on the back porch. She didn't turn, but whispered gently, "We don't even know where to start looking."
"We'll find them." Harm stood awkwardly behind her.
"I know.... but at what cost? I came here because I thought this was the right thing to do.... but I never thought about Harmon. I jeopardized him for my own selfish reasons. And now I've jeopardized Sarah as well"
Ham moved and sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against his chest, tight enough so she couldn't pull away, but she offered no resistance. She sighed and snuggled against him.
"I love you." Harm whispered against her hair, "And we'll get through this one, together. Just like always."
" I love you too." She offered back but it didn't matter what she said, or what Harm said for that matter. Their children were missing, kidnapped by her soon to be ex-husband. A man she had stopped loving almost as soon as she had married him and realized her mistake.
Harm and her had been through more dangerous situations, but there had never this much on the line. Mac would have preferred it if it was her life on the line, it would be so much easier.
" Harm I'm sorry....it's just that, before I had Harmon, nothing mattered to me. I mean I cared about you, but that was different. Harmon is a part of me, my own flesh and blood....."
Harm cut her off. " Mac you don't have to explain. I feel the same way with Sarah. Before, your life didn't matter as much. Now you have this precious gift that your suppose to be responsible and care for, to love and keep safe, and you would gladly give up your own life, just to make sure they never feel an once of pain."
Mac looked up at her lover. Maybe Harm did know what she was feeling.........but then again he has always been able to tell what she was thinking. She sighed: maybe it was just because he is a parent now too.
"Mac." Harm said her name softly, "I don't want you worrying to much, ok. I know you will no matter what, but please try and think of the other life inside of you." He paused as she smiled at his words, " Please promise me you'll try not to put any other extra stress on yourself."
"Harm" she began to protest, but then realized it would do no good, "I'll try, but I'm not making any promises sailor."
"It's alright Marine, just try for me." Harm grinned, then bent down and lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. Moving closer, he ran his fingertips lightly down her belly as Mac shivered. His fingers continued to danced across her belly, before he leant forward and kissed the exposed skin, tickling with his tongue. . This action caused Mac to moan softly. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she threw her head back. God his hands on her felt so good. She was so tempted to get lost in him, but she couldn't, not with their children missing.
"Harm." She opened her eyes and looked down at him.
"Hmmm." He asked lazily, not taking his attention off her stomach.
"I can't. Not like this."
He looked up at her, his blue eyes reaching inside of her and claiming her heart.
"We can't."
Harm nodded, " I know, I was just thinking that." He told her softy.
She reached down and stroked his face. " I love you so much, Harm." Mac said, and their eyes locked.
"I love you to Sarah. Never forget it." Harm pulled her shirt back down, then stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her softly.
Mac kissed him back with passion, then pulled away. "I better go have a shower, then we can go out and look for Sarah and Harmon." She started to head towards the bathroom.
" Can I join you?" Harm asked with a grin.
" No, this is going to be a cold shower....." Mac trailed off as she walked into the bathroom.
Harm gave a small laugh. " Yeah, so will mine."
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