Summary: From beginning to end in song. Mac and Harm's past, present and future accompanied by various artists.
Pairing: Um… duh! Mac/Harm
Distribution: If you want it, take it but please warn me and tell me where its going )
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I swear I don't own the people you recognize. I only like to play around with them and make things go my way. DPB owns them along with Paramount and CBS.
Spoilers: Just about everything basically. Some of the cases won't be covered, of course but a lot of the major moments in the lives of Mac and Harm will be.
Author's Note: Skipping though, skipping though, too lazy to actually to the 63 chapters I'd wanted to do in the beginning… AU now folks, don't hurt me!
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Chapter 19
I Hope You Dance
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
Get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
He dropped her by her apartment at 1900 on Friday to pick her up with another bouquet of roses.
"Not the rose garden?" she asked with a teasing grin. Harm shook his head.
"Short notice and my connection is MIA." Mac laughed and waved him into her apartment. He dropped a kiss on her cheek as he passed and smiled at the small Marine bag by the door.
"As much as I'd love to stay, it'll take us 2 hours to get up to the cabin. Did you want to find a vase?" She was already moving towards the kitchen.
"How did you know about the cabin?" Mac called from the adjoining room.
"My mom and Frank have been trying to get me to go with my past girlfriends."
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice, to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
She poked her head out of the door.
"Did you?"
"Nope. I could never bring myself to spend 48 hours straight with them," he admitted.
"You think you can stand 48 hours with me?" she yelled over the running water.
"Sarah, I've spent weeks with you. I know all of your quirky habits," he responded, watching a soft smile blossom over her face. She arranged the roses in the glass and plopped down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"We should get going," he whispered, proceeding not to move. She grinned. Finally she stood, tugging on his hand.
"Come on, sailor. You were the one that wanted to get out of here," she giggled.
"Alright, Marine." And grabbing her overnight bag, he strolled out of the door ahead of her. She turned off the living room light and locked the door behind her.
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice, to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Harm listened to the words and couldn't hold in the ironic smile that spread over his face. He'd heard her humming this in the office and had heard it in the background during some of their work sessions. Soon, he found himself singing along.
Time is a wheel in constant motion always
Rolling us along
Tell me who
Wants to look back on their years and wonder
Where those years have gone?
Song is I Hope You Dance by Leanne Womack