Author's Note:
Here is part three once again as promised. This part as well is fairly short and really is just some detail that is needed for later, but I hope you enjoy it. Anyway I don't want to keep this note going on forever. So until your next reviews enjoy!
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Mac's Apartment
Downtown San Diego
2125 Romeo
4 weeks later
Mac was sitting on her couch in her new apartment petting Jingo absently. The apartment was a little smaller then her old one in DC, but it sufficed. Mac sighed inwardly, she hadn't heard from Harm since they parted at Andrews and she was having a rough time getting along without him. Her days despite the sun and the warm weather had been dreary and rainy and she found it hard to get along with her new CO and coworkers. She missed Harm terribly and every one back at JAG as well. She wanted nothing more than for Harm to at least contact her, he knew her e-mail address and he could have found her new number by now.
She stared at the pictures of Harm that adorned her apartment; they had been the first things she had unpacked. "Why haven't you called or written? Have you already forgotten me?" She asked the photographs. Just then the phone rang and Mac quickly picked it up and anxiously said,
"Hello, this is Colonel Mackenzie,"
"Hey is that how you greet your favorite Stickboy?" Mac heard Harm's voice through light static and she squeaked back,
"Oh Harm is that really you?"
"Yes it's me. Who did you think it was?"
"I don't know, but I missed you."
"I missed you too so much…and…. Anyway so what have you been up to?"
"Well I found an apartment and things are going okay. NCIS got Jingo and my corvette out here safely and he has been keeping me company. So why haven't you called?"
"I've been very busy with them giving me the review for flight duty. Then I had to ship out and when I tried the base number that I got from the directory down here earlier, they gave me so much grief about how they couldn't give me your number. I finally drilled it into that petty officer's head that I had to talk to you and he gave me this number and now I'm calling you from the Patrick Henry out in the middle of the pacific. You know that I saved up all my shipboard minutes this week to call you and tell that… well you're never going to believe this but Mac they came me my own command!"
"Oh wow Harm that's wonderful news! I'm so proud of you! So do you get as much flight time as everyone else does?"
"No not quite as much but it's still a lot of fun and I wish you were here."
Mac gave a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he's not up in the air too often. She then added to Harm,
"Me too Harm, me too." Mac could hear him smile on the other end before he said,
"Well Mac I got to go there's a line forming to use the phone and I don't want everyone giving me too much grief later. So I'll call you as soon as I can. Bye."
"Goodbye Harm."
Out in the pacific Harm hung up the phone after Mac did and ignoring the comments about who he was calling headed back to his room.
It was small, but at least it was officer's quarters so he didn't have a roommate. He smiled and sat down on the edge of his bed and picked up one of the many pictures of Mac that adorned his room. They had been some of the few things he had pulled out of storage. NCIS had done a good job packing it and sending it out, but he was puzzled as to why NCIS was doing that.
All of his pilots who came to see him would tell him when they looked at the pictures things like, 'Man she's good looking.' 'Is she taken?' and the ever popular 'So this is your girl huh, she is a fox.' Each time he told them that she was his and he felt so proud to say it even though it wasn't technically true. He was pulled out of his reverie by a sharp knock at the door.
"Enter." Harm said absently still staring at Mac's photo.
"Still missing her even though you just got off the phone." The lieutenant asked with a grin. Harm looked up and said, "What did you say lieutenant?"
"Umm nothing Sir."
"I see. So what can I do for you?"
"Well Sir we need an extra pilot because one just went to sickbay and half the squadron is sick with the flu or something." The lieutenant stated simply.
Harm nodded, and with a sigh he stood and setting down Mac's picture he left his quarters. He didn't seem as happy to fly today considering he missed Mac even more after hearing her voice. It wasn't like he hadn't heard it before it was constantly in his head like the other day the chow looked pretty sorry and Mac's voice popped into his head saying, "Now we've got two things for the toxic waste that and your meatloaf." Harm sighed and continued down to collect his gear and get ready to fly.
