Wow, I've had some interesting feedback LOL!! No pitchforks and torches yet, darn! ;) Actually, save those. . . around Chapter 8 or 9, you'll need them!

Really simple change in the description, for several reasons. 1) Just because I like the term RIO does not mean that Mac got trained to be one, 2) Because Mac never got trained to be one she is not a RIO. Wow, deep there huh?

So descrip will read: If Mac was flying back with Harm the night before her wedding, what would have happened?

Another point that I know some people will be leaping over. I am going to smack this story and the Renee taking revenge story – Aka: Stolen together. The ending for THIS story was getting a bit weird on me, so I decided to change a few things and made it so that I can continue with the other. Which is great. :) This story is finished, I just need to read back and tweak and Stolen is on chapter 6. Side note, I'm trying to post THIS story every other day. Why not every day? Work schedule got a bit weird on me.

Thanks to everyone that has reviewed :) If we get too bored, let me know. ;)
Jackie

PS: Don't go too much by the timestamps, they are going to be off the wall because I just couldn't decide on what I wanted. For all purposes the story starts on a Thursday. They leave late Thursday or early Friday morning for the Henry and fly back Friday night because the wedding is on Saturday morning. That's all you need to know. The timestamps are there cos I think they look purdy. ;)

Special thanks to: SarahRabb705, Froggy0319, Nikki, harmsgirl-03, cool cat, Harmfan, Jackia, sailorgirl, starryeyes, XBlueShadowX, Anaika Skywalker, FoxyWombat, soontobeffwriter, maidenpride, cbw and anyone else I missed. :)

PART 3- Angry fiancé, Jealous girlfriend.
2330 Zulu

Mac' Apartment

Georgetown

The day just did not get any better for Mac. The moment she walked in through the door, she heard Mic on the phone, in some heated conversation. By the sounds if it, he must have been talking to the caterer. Perhaps there was something positive about a shotgun wedding while she was drunk. Mac chuckled at the idea as she chucked her heels into her bedroom and headed back out to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and watched with amusement as Mic paced the living room with her cordless. Well, at least that gave her time to formulate a way to tell him she wasn't going to be around until Saturday. What would have been the best option? 'Honey, I am going to marry you, I might just be late for the wedding.' No, that definitely wouldn't work. Of course, the best one would be. 'Harm and I all but made out during our engagement party. We're okay with it . . . but I will be late for the wedding, seeing as he and I have to go away tonight.' Yep, Mic would just love that one. And WHY was she thinking of Harm again? She was SUPPOSED to be MAD at HIM. "Yea, right. . . all he has to do is smile and I turn to putty." She didn't mean to say it out loud, but it came out anyway.

Mic turned to her with a smile. "What'd you say, luv?"

"N-nothing." She countered and stood up to give her would-be husband a kiss. "Caterer?"

Nodding slowly, he set the phone down on its cradle and turned his attention to her. "Maybe I should have told them that my wife is a Marine." He pulled her close to him, possessively holding her tight against his frame. "Not long now, Sarah. . ." He kissed her slowly, trying to start something more, but she wasn't into the kiss and he could tell. It happened a lot and Mic knew that it would. Deep inside something nagged at him, something that told him that his courtship with Sarah MacKenzie wasn't right. But, he was going to be damned if he would leave her to another man. Mic loved her, cherished her the way no one else had. He was going to give her a life, a family, everything that she wanted and maybe even things she only fantasized about. But, there was something cold in her body language. Something was wrong. "What is it, Sarah?"

Mac sighed. There was no easy way to say it , so she just rambled it out. "Matonni is out sick, Harm has to do his stupid quals and so the Admiral is sending me TAD to the Henry to investigate a mishap."

Mic looked at her for a moment. He still didn't quite understand. "Does that mean the honeymoon will be cut short?"

"That means I might be late for the wedding." She said courtly. It wasn't 'our wedding' or 'my wedding. It was 'THE wedding.' The way Mac said it almost gave the whole thing an impersonal feel. "I'm leaving in a little while."

"You're. . you're going out on a carrier?" Mic was appalled and though he had a right to be, that temper that he kept at bay for Mac's sake, reached a new level. "Sarah, what in bloody hell was the Admiral thinking?" Letting go of her, he took a few paces back. "You are not leaving. ."

Mac sighed, she hated him like this. Mic wasn't violent per se, but at times, she wasn't too sure if he could control some of his testosterone driven urges. "You know, this wasn't his fault. . . and it is my duty. You do remember what a duty is right?" In light of the situation, she attempted at humor. It was bad humor, and Mic wasn't laughing.

Resuming his pacing, he wouldn't even look at her. "Bloody hell, you American Military folk really do need to relax some." Then he stopped and glared at Mac. "Why didn't you just say no?"

Okay, it was a big deal, but Mac DID say she would be there. It wasn't like she was going to elope with someone else or something. She sighed at that thought and pushed it aside. "First, the Admiral didn't give me an option to just say no and second, it's my duty."

"It's our wedding." He yelled.

Sometimes her husband-to-be was just a bit too damned possessive for his own good. "Look, Mic. . . I'll be back." But he didn't seem so sure, so she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Harm even offered to fly me back if need be." She chuckled at that because it would be such a hoot and a hell of a headline 'F-14 pilot, brings bride back for wedding. .. film at 11.' There would be some amazing shot of the Tomcat landing outside of the church and her coming out of the backseat with her dress on.

Mic didn't see the humor it in. "Rabb's going?"

"Quals." She could accuse Harm of sticking his foot in his mouth, but she apparently inherited the same problem. Or maybe it was just contagious? "We probably won't even see each other at all." Mac nearly bit her tongue at the sound of disappointment in her voice. Mic needed to know all of this, because? . . .

At that Mic instantly perked up. Hope was renewed "He won't be here for the wedding will he?"

"He says, he will. . ." Moving way from Mic, she slid into the sofa and tucked her feet under her. "But it bothers me, you know. . ." She just wanted Harm to be happy for her. Though he said he was, she knew it was a lie. "He's my best friend and it isn't right for your best friend to miss the biggest day in your life."

"I thought I was your best friend." Mic smiled brightly at her.

"You are. . ." Oh yea, but she didn't sound too sure of that herself.

Mic shrugged, he didn't see the problem with Harm not being there. If anything it was a godsend. "No worries."

"So I guess I have to call the restaurant, take off two plates. . . me and Harm." Mac watched him, was that the only thing he was going to say 'no worries?'

"I'll take care of that, no worries." With a smug grin, Mic leaned down and kissed her soundly. And that was that. Mac frowned. Harm was right about her husband having issues with their friendship. But, it was better this way if she spent time away from Harm. No good would come out of harboring thoughts or feelings over a man that did not love her.

2410 Zulu

Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

Renee sat on Harm's sofa, impatiently waiting for him to get out of the shower so they could go and have dinner like he'd promised. She had let herself in and was surprised to see Harm's duffle bag stuffed and resting against his kitchen island. Was he going somewhere? Would he be there for the wedding? She was terrified over the whole nuptials and torn about what she wanted. On one hand, she wanted Harm to be as far away from the church as possible. The farther the better, this way neither he or Mac would stop the service. Renee had a reoccurring nightmare where Harm would stand up, run down the aisle and stop the wedding after kissing Mac feverishly. The thought made her nauseated. What was it about MacKenzie that men seemed to obsess about? Renee often figured that Mac must have slept with just about all of the JAG men to have them so wound around her fingers.

On the other hand, it would be good for her if Harm WAS there seeing Mac promise to love, cherish and obey another man. Maybe that would get his head out of his six when it came to whom he should spent the rest of his life with. Looking down at her ring finger, Renee grinned as an imaginary engagement ring appeared there. It was the biggest, the costliest and one to be envied. And when they were married, she would make sure that her dutiful sailor stayed the hell away from any and all female Marines, specifically one Sarah MacKenzie.

"Hey." A boxer clad Harm said as headed towards her, while he towel dried his hair. Stopping in front of Renee, he bent over and gave her a quick kiss before stuffing a small bottle of shampoo and one of conditioner in his bag.

Standing, Renee walked over to the duffle and stared at it quizzically. "Going somewhere?"

This was certainly not a conversation he wanted to have at this given moment. If anything, he was praying to God that it would be avoided altogether. "Heading off to Andrews in about twenty minutes." Running away from the line of fire, Harm hurried up the steps to his room and sought out his Class C's.

"You're not going to be here for Mac's wedding?" Renee sounded a bit too pleased about the whole thing. Maybe it WAS better for him to be out of town. If anything, him seeing the wedding band on Mac's finger was enough of an indication that she was out of his life forever and it was time for him to make a commitment to someone else. She resisted the urge to say 'Mrs. Harmon Rabb Jr.' as she stared again at the imaginary engagement ring on her finger.

Harm frowned. To him the words 'Mac' and 'Wedding' weren't supposed to be put in the same sentence together. As her supposed 'best friend', something that he didn't feel like anymore, he should be happy for her. Shaking his head of thoughts that he didn't have the time to linger on, he glanced over at Renee and smiled. "Mac and I should be back in time for the wedding."

The moment Renee heard the other woman's name, her smile turned completely upside down. "And just where the hell are you and Mac going?"

Harm zipped up his pants and then grabbed his blouse. "Renee, I told you last week that I had to do my quals this weekend."

Okay, so she'd conveniently forgotten about those, but it still didn't answer the other half of her question. "And why is Mac going? Did she give up being a lawyer and decide to play pilot?" Renee ignored Harm's scolding look and continued her tirade as Harm dressed. "Why would she be heading off, sailing with another man when she is due to be wed soon?"

Harm rolled his eyes at the accusation. "You make it sound like Mac and I are taking a pleasure cruise on a private yacht. There are thousands of people on a carrier, Renee. And not that I need to explain myself to you, but we won't be seeing much of each other if at all. Pilots don't mix with legal weenies." He chuckled despite himself, knowing full well he was more of a legal weenie than a pilot. But, for the weekend, he would be one of the elite. "Hell, she'll probably be back here long before I make it."

However, Renee wasn't placated by anything that Harm said. Instead, her mind kept running scenarios, all of which included Harm, Mac and some bunk in one of the carrier staterooms. "Do you two have to do EVERYTHING together?"

Fully dressed, Harm headed out of his room with his cover in one hand and fighter jacket in the other. He stopped in front of Renee and tried to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned away. "Renee, I don't expect you to understand, seeing as you haven't understood any of our other TAD assignments. . .but I'll leave you with one more try at reasoning with you." Stopping for a moment, he took a breath and looked in her eyes. "There is NOTHING going on between Mac and myself. . . we're friends, have been friends for a while and hopefully we'll continue to be friends." Grabbing his duffle bag he motioned for the door. "See me to my car?"

Renee had to live with that for now and pray that nothing would happen to either Mac or Mic. They needed to get married so that Harm would be effectively thrown out of Mac's personal life for good. She could handle the working situations, but it was those personal ones, that Harm and Mac managed to sneak in, that left a bad taste in her mouth. "Just promise me that when you come back, we go to that restaurant I told you about."

"Sure thing." Harm said with a smile as he opened the elevator doors and allowed Renee to step inside first. On the trip down and to his car, Renee was going on and on about how good Mic and Mac were together. Harm was doing his best to ignore all of it, it was the only way he would make it through the weekend.

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HarmFan - I agree you can't be a RIO without training. Would be fun to have Mac try to play with all the buttons... Or not. ;)

Anaika - Harm bedding Skates?!? Well.... she DID jump him in sickbay. ;) And as long as it's not Renee.. Okay! ;)

XBlueShadowX - Please don't die. oO - I'll put out more chapters, but c'mon! Breathe in, breathe out! ;)

CBW - Glad you think I posted this quickly, I thought it was taking too long. Didn't have writers block but I had a minor case of 'should I or shouldn't I.' I am indecisive :P