Author's Note: While sleeping last night I had a brainstorm for how this story would go but unfortunately I cannot tell you because if I do you may lose interest. Anyway, thank you for all those reviews; I hope that you enjoy the rest of the story.

Love, Home, Hurt

Chapter 4

"Can you toss me that pair of jeans in the closet?" Mac asked Harm as she packed a small duffel bag full of clothes.

"These here," Harm asked pointing to a pair in Mac's closet.

Mac nodded and Harm tossed them to her. Mac refolded them and shoved them into the duffel bag next to her purse sized cosmetics bag. She folded some T-shirts, a set of pajamas, and one Tom Clancy novel and then zipped the bag closed. She set the strap over her head and onto her right shoulder.

"We should leave before Clay gets home and tries to stop us," Mac said.

"Come on," Harm said as they headed down the hall.

"One minute," Mac said as she pulled the wedding photo of her and Clay in the white house rose garden away from the wall, revealing a wall safe. She entered the combination in on a keypad and turned the handle downward. She then began rummaging through the cigar boxes until she came to the one with their passports in it. She took the passports out and placed them into her duffel bag. She set the boxes back in the safe and closed it. She set the picture back in place and stared at it with vengeance. Harm and Mac then continued out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairs, and out the front door. Harm unlocked the doors to his Corvette and both he and Mac climbed inside.

"What did you take out of the safe?" Harm asked.

"Our passports," Mac said. "That way he couldn't follow me, should I have to flee the country."

"Smart. Mac you have to figure out how you are going to handle this?"

"I know." Mac said. "I figured: Get it over with soon as possible and pray that he signs the divorce papers."

"I don't think that he will relinquish you that easily."

"I know. You know when I put our wedding picture back against the wall I kept on thinking, why the hell did Clay and I get married the White House rose garden. I mean that is where you and I met and I know that this may seem strange but that's where I always imagined marrying you."

"You imagined marrying me in the White House rose garden?"

"Cool your jets flyboy everyone has at lease one dream."

They continued driving down the road to Harm's apartment talking about how Mac was going to handle her divorce.

$)&$

"Sweet home D.C," Harm sang as he parodied the song "Sweet Home Alabama."

"Harm! Harm!" Mac yelled. "You can't sing please spare me."

"Sorry," Harm said. "Well just put your bag anywhere and I'll help you fold out the couch."

"The couch folds out?" Mac started thinking about the time when they thought that Webb was dead and she spent the night at Harm's if only to make sure that he didn't get killed. She had spent the night on the same apparently 'fold-out' couch.

"Yeah you didn't know that?" Mac just stood in place feeling like a complete idiot. "Well the couch can wait. What would you like for dinner?" Harm opened up the fridge. "We have Harm's meatless meatloaf."

"Harm for future reference MEATloaf is not supposed to be MEATless," Mac said making sure to emphasize the meat in meatloaf and meatless.

"Well those are the only leftovers that we have," Harm said. "I think Mattie was hear earlier today."

"You think?" Mac said sarcastically.

"Not a problem I can make something else," Harm said.

"No it's really okay," Mac said. "I'm not that hungry."

"I'm not gonna make anything meatless," Harm insisted. Mac laughed and watched as Harm pulled out some spaghetti, sauce, and ground beef. "See spaghetti and meatballs. See meat right in the name." Mac continued to laugh. "You know that is the first time I heard you laugh in a while."

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Author's Note: Please hit the lilac button and review. I wanted to add some comedy into the story before it got serious again. I hope you enjoyed it.