…Till Death Does Us Part - Part 8/22
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
Tuesday November 4
Mac's Apartment
4:32 PM
"Harm, I think it's safe for you to leave. It's been four days, if these guys were going to get me, they would have done it already," Mac stated as she stood in the living room.
"I don't think I should leave," Harm told her.
Mac gave him a mean smile. "Honestly, I don't care what you think. I want you to leave."
"You really don't like me here?" Harm felt slightly hurt from her words.
"No, I don't mind you here. I just mind you trying to run my life."
Harm stood toe to toe to her. "It's my job."
"No, it's not," Mac told him.
"I'm your husband," Harm informed her, knowing it wouldn't make much of a defense in his argument.
"Not for long."
Harm crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Unless you can get that sweet six of yours to Vegas to get a copy of the marriage license."
"You are a royal pain, sometimes. Could you leave now?"
"I should probably call Clay, he could get the secret service to protect you," Harm mutter loud enough for Mac to hear him.
"The doctor did say after four days I would be fine. And he does out rank you. Plus, I'm going to work tomorrow," Mac told him ignoring his comments.
Harm sighed. "Fine, I'll leave. But I'm calling you every day to make sure you're fine."
"Sure. Fine. Whatever," Mac stated in a monotone voice.
Harm walked into the bedroom and grabbed his bag. Upon walking back into the living room, he watched Mac hold the door open for him. "Mac, honey, you know you don't need to show me out."
"I'm not. I'm locking the door when you leave."
Harm dropped the sarcasm from his voice. "Sarah, I worry about you. Promise me you'll be okay."
Mac looked into his eyes and knew he was serious. "I promise, Harm."
"I'll call you later." Harm commented before he kissed her on the cheek.
"Bye, Harm," Mac said watching him walk of the apartment.
Mac started to walk into the kitchen when the phone rang. "Hello."
{"Hello. My name is Cindy from the Little Lost Love Chapel of Las Vegas. I'm trying to reach a Mr. Rabb."}
"He just left. Can I take a message?"
{"Is this Mrs. Rabb?" Cindy asked.}
Mac took a deep breath. "Yes, it is."
{Cindy sighed. "Oh, good. Mr. Rabb called yesterday and asked about getting a copy of the marriage license. I just wanted to confirm the fax number."}
"Fax number?" Mac asked.
{"Yes, I told him we could fax it to him. But you see I was in a rush when I wrote the numbers, that now I can't read my handwriting." Cindy laughed in her own embarrassment.}
Mac suppressed her rage for a certain husband. "Tell you what Cindy; I have a fax machine here. Why don't you just fax it to me?"
{"Oh, that would be great." Cindy stated with a smile.}
Mac gave Cindy the number to her fax machine and politely ended the conversation. Within two minutes the marriage license was sitting on Mac's desk. She placed a call to the Clerk of Courts and requested a fax of annulment papers. The clerk told her they usually don't fax them, but Mac pleaded with him and she won.
Mac sat at her desk with a copy of the marriage license, the clerk at the courthouse assured her was fine to use with the annulment papers. She filled out the annulment papers and put them in an envelope. She placed the envelope next to her briefcase, determined to give them to Harm tomorrow night.
End of Part 8
