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get my lines and biig spaces to show up b/c they're there when I upload it
but.. When they actually post on the site all my paragraphs and neat lil
swirly "meanwhile" thangs are gone.. so yea.. just help..
Disclaimer: still waiting 4 Christmas.. although my bday is b4 Christmas so if David Elliot would like 2 show up on Aug. 14 wearing.. umm a bow.. that would b great.. drooooooooooooooooooooooooool
Harm could never remember being so happy. It was although all those angst-filled years were completely over! Although, he was a bit upset about the whole office knowing he loved her before he had actually figured it out for himself. But none of that mattered now. He loved her and he would tell her.. then he remembered the condition she was in. Harm's face fell she probably wouldn't be ready for such a declaration to occur. Maybe he wouldn't spring it on her quickly but take his time and, 'gradually, eventually' he schemed to himself, 'she'll fall for me to!' This plan in mind he wanted to make sure they were still having dinner. Ignoring Sturgis's implication that he had lost it Harm rolled his eyes and crossed the office floor to get to Mac's office where he could hear Harriet and her speaking in hushed tones.
"Oh ma'am you don't have to ex-explain it to me.." Harriet was stuttering. "No Harriet," Mac sounded tired, "I need to tell someone. "Well -- if you want to Colonel" was Harriet's soothing reply. "I screamed his name.." Mac's voice faltered.
Harriet's immediate gasp was proof that she was as shocked as Harm who was still eavesdropping outside the Colonel's door. "W-who's name," she questioned. "Harm's.. see Drew had come to my place late and he had been drinking and we—we" Mac's jumbled words stopped abruptly. "And you.. wow.." said Harriet. "I didn't think he heard but Drew stopped and left I didn't know why until he came back with an empty bottle of vodka and a crowbar."
Harm who had been listening in astonishment until this part felt his blood boil at the mention of Drew's name; Drew was third in a long list of Mac's latest abusive partners. She had met him during her stint with the CIA; he was a dashing operative and she had been the gorgeous lawyer only to happy to see his affection come her way. He had showered her with presents and Mac had looked truly happy for the first time in weeks so no-one had said anything to her when Drew had started becoming drunk more frequently. Then one day Mac had come to work with a black eye that she tried to pass off as, "a simple misunderstanding" and since Drew didn't look that dangerous everyone believed her until today obviously.
Harriet looked up and a strangled noise and saw Commander Rabb outside the door. She didn't know how much of Mac's confession she had heard so with a, "Ma'am please feel free to call me or Bud at a moments notice.. and take care of yourself." She shyly stepped out of the office pulling the door closed behind her.
Harm looked curiously at Harriet. "How long have you been there?" Harriet hissed softly. "Were you eavesdropping?" she accused. Harm blushed for what seemed the umpteenth time that day. "Yes.. I suppose I was." Harriet sighed, "Well Sir, as I see it the ball is in your court and you better not miss-hit because that poor girl doesn't need anything else complicating her life." With a polite nod Harriet walked off.
His pulse was racing and he felt like a Junior High kid attempting to ask the fabulous senior cheerleader out.
Mac's door reverberated with what seemed to Mac to be the umpteenth knock that day. "Enter" she said briskly. Harm was peeking around her door, "Can I.. well umm.. are you free?" He looked more nervous than she had ever seen him! "Of course Harm!" Mac laughed; she went to brush her bangs out of her face and felt her eyes well up as she hit a tender spot. "Oww!.. Oh I'm sorry did you want to ask me something?" she asked as Harm visably shrunk back against the wall.
"Mac.." he started, "Yes?" she paused. "So.." no that was not the right way to do it he had to make this romantic and sweet. "Maybe.." nope; this still wasn't right. Mac gave him the oddest look, it was as though she didn't realize the inner demons he was fighting and the arguments that were raging within. 'Of course she doesn't' Harm told himself. Quickly taking a hint from the second look of puzzlement that crossed her face he asked, "Would you be interested in hanging out at my place tonight?" He crossed his fingers hopefully and badgered her with a, "I'll order pizza... or a dead cow!?!"
Mac grinned at Harm playfully, 'cocky little bastard' she laughed to herself. "Oh why not!" she said all previous thoughts of her wounded condition fled from mind. All Sara could think of was how she had screamed his name and what trouble it had gotten her into the first time, briefly she pondered whether she would ever has cause to scream his name for real. Smiling, she thought of his reaction, 'if he only knew..' Mac giggled to herself.
'If she only knew what I know..' Harm said to himself. She was laughing about something. He could have watched her laugh all day; her eyes crinkled up and even in their bruised form her lips would purse joyfully. Shaking his head to clear his mind of these impromptu thoughts he turned to see the whole office craining their necks to get a glimpse of the two. Blushing Harm stuttered a, "W-well I guess I'll see you tonight then."
Mac laughed at his bashfulness, "Yes Sir," she saluted Harm playfully. "Around sevenish then Commander?"
Harm couldn't help but join in the laughing this time, "Yes Mac, Seven is great." He walked out of her office whistling
The're ya go! Should I send 'em on a mission 2gether or wut? Ion kno.. I was thinking we could keep it hot an' heavy on the homefront.. heh.. sry about not updating recently... been busy dumping assholish bf's.. yep so if ur 15 free and MALE.. I am 15 free and FEMALE! (I kno.. we were ment 4 eachother.. lol ttyl – Bekah)
Disclaimer: still waiting 4 Christmas.. although my bday is b4 Christmas so if David Elliot would like 2 show up on Aug. 14 wearing.. umm a bow.. that would b great.. drooooooooooooooooooooooooool
Harm could never remember being so happy. It was although all those angst-filled years were completely over! Although, he was a bit upset about the whole office knowing he loved her before he had actually figured it out for himself. But none of that mattered now. He loved her and he would tell her.. then he remembered the condition she was in. Harm's face fell she probably wouldn't be ready for such a declaration to occur. Maybe he wouldn't spring it on her quickly but take his time and, 'gradually, eventually' he schemed to himself, 'she'll fall for me to!' This plan in mind he wanted to make sure they were still having dinner. Ignoring Sturgis's implication that he had lost it Harm rolled his eyes and crossed the office floor to get to Mac's office where he could hear Harriet and her speaking in hushed tones.
"Oh ma'am you don't have to ex-explain it to me.." Harriet was stuttering. "No Harriet," Mac sounded tired, "I need to tell someone. "Well -- if you want to Colonel" was Harriet's soothing reply. "I screamed his name.." Mac's voice faltered.
Harriet's immediate gasp was proof that she was as shocked as Harm who was still eavesdropping outside the Colonel's door. "W-who's name," she questioned. "Harm's.. see Drew had come to my place late and he had been drinking and we—we" Mac's jumbled words stopped abruptly. "And you.. wow.." said Harriet. "I didn't think he heard but Drew stopped and left I didn't know why until he came back with an empty bottle of vodka and a crowbar."
Harm who had been listening in astonishment until this part felt his blood boil at the mention of Drew's name; Drew was third in a long list of Mac's latest abusive partners. She had met him during her stint with the CIA; he was a dashing operative and she had been the gorgeous lawyer only to happy to see his affection come her way. He had showered her with presents and Mac had looked truly happy for the first time in weeks so no-one had said anything to her when Drew had started becoming drunk more frequently. Then one day Mac had come to work with a black eye that she tried to pass off as, "a simple misunderstanding" and since Drew didn't look that dangerous everyone believed her until today obviously.
Harriet looked up and a strangled noise and saw Commander Rabb outside the door. She didn't know how much of Mac's confession she had heard so with a, "Ma'am please feel free to call me or Bud at a moments notice.. and take care of yourself." She shyly stepped out of the office pulling the door closed behind her.
Harm looked curiously at Harriet. "How long have you been there?" Harriet hissed softly. "Were you eavesdropping?" she accused. Harm blushed for what seemed the umpteenth time that day. "Yes.. I suppose I was." Harriet sighed, "Well Sir, as I see it the ball is in your court and you better not miss-hit because that poor girl doesn't need anything else complicating her life." With a polite nod Harriet walked off.
His pulse was racing and he felt like a Junior High kid attempting to ask the fabulous senior cheerleader out.
Mac's door reverberated with what seemed to Mac to be the umpteenth knock that day. "Enter" she said briskly. Harm was peeking around her door, "Can I.. well umm.. are you free?" He looked more nervous than she had ever seen him! "Of course Harm!" Mac laughed; she went to brush her bangs out of her face and felt her eyes well up as she hit a tender spot. "Oww!.. Oh I'm sorry did you want to ask me something?" she asked as Harm visably shrunk back against the wall.
"Mac.." he started, "Yes?" she paused. "So.." no that was not the right way to do it he had to make this romantic and sweet. "Maybe.." nope; this still wasn't right. Mac gave him the oddest look, it was as though she didn't realize the inner demons he was fighting and the arguments that were raging within. 'Of course she doesn't' Harm told himself. Quickly taking a hint from the second look of puzzlement that crossed her face he asked, "Would you be interested in hanging out at my place tonight?" He crossed his fingers hopefully and badgered her with a, "I'll order pizza... or a dead cow!?!"
Mac grinned at Harm playfully, 'cocky little bastard' she laughed to herself. "Oh why not!" she said all previous thoughts of her wounded condition fled from mind. All Sara could think of was how she had screamed his name and what trouble it had gotten her into the first time, briefly she pondered whether she would ever has cause to scream his name for real. Smiling, she thought of his reaction, 'if he only knew..' Mac giggled to herself.
'If she only knew what I know..' Harm said to himself. She was laughing about something. He could have watched her laugh all day; her eyes crinkled up and even in their bruised form her lips would purse joyfully. Shaking his head to clear his mind of these impromptu thoughts he turned to see the whole office craining their necks to get a glimpse of the two. Blushing Harm stuttered a, "W-well I guess I'll see you tonight then."
Mac laughed at his bashfulness, "Yes Sir," she saluted Harm playfully. "Around sevenish then Commander?"
Harm couldn't help but join in the laughing this time, "Yes Mac, Seven is great." He walked out of her office whistling
The're ya go! Should I send 'em on a mission 2gether or wut? Ion kno.. I was thinking we could keep it hot an' heavy on the homefront.. heh.. sry about not updating recently... been busy dumping assholish bf's.. yep so if ur 15 free and MALE.. I am 15 free and FEMALE! (I kno.. we were ment 4 eachother.. lol ttyl – Bekah)