Wooo! Well, it's been a fun weekend. Got a little bit of writing done as well. So, my original thoughts of this story being 10 parts is not going to happen. It'll have more than 10. Exactly how many, well, I am working on that. Thus far I am up to chapter 9. ;)

I think everyone will like this part. A bit more convo with Harm and Mac and a funny situation.

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Jackie

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Part 4 – Two Kinds Of Love
July 20, 2005
2310 Zulu
Somewhere East Of Corner Brook
Newfoundland, Canada

"This looks like a good place to stop." Harm said, turning around as he checked out an area nestled between the trees and some massive rock. "What do you think?"

Mac shrugged. "Hey you're the one with survival training that can make a condo out of a cave with just a branch and a few twigs. . . I'm a Marine, a foxhole is just dandy with me." She set her pack down against a tree and grinned up at Harm and his expression of amusement.

"A condo, huh?" He placed his own pack next to hers and chuckled. "You didn't think much of it that night in the woods."

She gave off an un-ladylike snort as she removed the sleeping bag from the pack. "Can you blame me? I had a bullet in my thigh. . .Trust me, you'd have been bitching too."

"Yea, yea, yea. . .That cave was pretty cozy though." Though it wasn't the twigs or the branches that made it cozy. It was her body pressed up against his. ". .I'm going to go find some suitable twigs to make a fire, can you dig a pit?" With a nod he set off, making sure not to move too far away from their area.

Sometime later, they sat across from each other, the fire between them as they worked on two packets of MREs each and a few candy bars that Mac had picked up in Corner Brook. "Did you ever want to be anything else? Like if you weren't in the Navy?"

Harm hadn't really considered anything else for as long as he could remember. Then again, wanting to follow in his dad's footsteps, every other job in the world didn't seem neither fitting or having the discipline he craved. Still, their whole mission was a bit on the serious side for him to bring up a somber past. Instead, he just smirked and nodded. "I, like every other action seeking male, wouldn't mind being Bond. . .James Bond." He tried his best, British secret agent voice which had them both laughing.

"Thought you said the spookster job wasn't for you?" Mac asked then took a bite of a Snickers bar. Some of it's caramel stuck to her lower lip which she licked off, the action causing him to blush slightly, but the light from the flames masked it.

He shook it off rather quickly, there would hopefully be a time to explore this thing with Mac when they got home. When they got home. "Well, Bond is different. . .You know he'll always win at the end. He gets all of these cool cars and gadgets and . . he always gets the girl." He concluded, wagging his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Mac rolled her yes in mock disgust. "Girlsssssss, as in plural." She said, with a shake of her head. "Bond always gets the Girlssssssss."

That had him grinning from ear to ear. He wouldn't admit it to Mac, but she would make quite the bond girl. "Girlssssssss, as in: more than one? Now it's really becoming tempting."

"Ugh, men. . .you are all predictable." She balled up the wrapper from an MRE and flung it at him.

Harm caught the wrapper in midair, surprising both himself and Mac that his reflexes were starting to work well again. "Actually, not all men are the same. . .I'm more of a one woman type of guy. And I am not into sharing either." He added with finality, mirroring a conversation they'd had the year prior when Mac had been prosecuting against a bigamist.

"Days of being a playboy are over?" She said in challenge, enjoying their friendly banter which she'd missed so much.

"I was never a playboy. . .Problem with most women is that all they see a man in uniform who they'll find good looking." He defended. Course, that was something along the lines of what Renee had told him – that what had her attraction to him, at first, was the uniform. "Rid me of my pilot status and the uniform and I'd be an average joe."

That surprised her because it was difficult to believe that a man as good looking as Harm didn't see how women would do anything for him. "You don't think you're attractive?"

"I'd say I am average."

Average? Whatever Harm was, to Mac, he was a hell of a lot more than just average. Of course, she had a biased opinion. "Harm, we're talking friend to friend here. . . don't try to be modest."

"I'm not. . . I'm being honest. . . God, Mac I am a jerk sometimes, so something has to work for me, I know it's the uniform."

Sometimes, Mac had noticed that he seemed to be oblivious to women. Either that or he'd had women throwing themselves at him so much, he'd stopped noticing. Well, if it wasn't the uniform, there was one Rabb charm that drove any woman mad. "I have one thing that works for you - your smile.. . . And you know damned well it works."

Harm tried not to smile at that when he wanted so badly to charm her. But then he remembered her voice from far away. 'That's a nice smile Commander and I am sure, most of the time, it gets you what you want. But I don't know you.' Looking up at her he chuckled. "My smile has never worked on you. . .First few times I tried it, you put me in my place."

She was remembering the same moment and as a woman who had been used to her share of attention from men, she didn't need a partner ogling her every chance he got. Then there was a certain comment when a need to deck him combined with a female want of him. "Well after that remark of a bed in the back of the truck, I wasn't sure if you were trying to seduce me or not."

His mouth opened and closed a few times. Seduce her he wasn't trying, but he had to admit that Mac did things to him. "I wasn't seducing you. . .Not consciously I wasn't. And you can't hardly blame me. . .You are beautiful, Mac."

Her blush was masked by the flames for which she was thankful. "Thank you."

"I mean it." Their eyes locked and with a gaze they shared a myriad of emotions. He'd barely noticed that his breathing was shallow, his skin felt as if she were touching him.

Mac licked her lips and took a deep breath, it was then that the spell between them broke as her body unconsciously let her know the weather had dropped. She wrapped her arms around her body and shivered. "It's freezing."

"I'm thinking we should sleep in the same sleeping bag. . .Temperature is probably going to drop some, body heat is the way to go." Harm stated casually as he came to his feet and picked up the empty MRE packets.

"Ah." It amused her how casually he'd suggested that. True, it was cold, but they had sleeping bags and provisions. However, spending the night in Harm's arms wouldn't be too shabby; not too shabby at all. She took her own packets and followed Harm into the woods to bury them. "So what's the sleeping arrangement going to be like?"

"We can use my bag. It's a two person bag. I used to have to fit me and a date. . ." He stopped quickly when he realized he was about to divulge a bit more information than he wanted her to know. But, it was too late, she caught on and was giving him that trademark arched eyebrow. Insertion of foot in mouth: complete! "What I meant was. . ."

"Lemme guess Mr. Bond; camping with one of your bond girls?" She finished covering the packets with dirt and gave him a look that would have killed. However, she couldn't hold that expression for too long; the laughter gave her away.

"Hah. . .Funny Mac. . . So yea, we can sleep in my bag and use yours like a blanket."

Mac still chuckled as they headed back to camp. "You don't have to hide it, Pops filled me in that first time we went flying. . . How you'd go off with a 'purdy lil lady' and not come back 'til mornin'." She was still teasing, seeing how far he'd let her take this before he changed the subject. Truth be told, she wondered if that had been on his mind when he suggested they play hooky. Mac doubted it, but it was nice to dream.

Harm paled as he worked on making a sleeping area for the two of them. When he turned to the side, Mac was washing her face with some of the water they'd brought. "You'd think I'd do that all of the time. . .I did it once." She turned to him, water dripping off of her face of disbelief. "Okay, fine. . . three times, but that was before I met you."

"Hey, I am not stopping you from going on your adventures, Mr. Bond." She said with another chuckle. True, she wasn't stopping him, but did she really like it? No! And she suspected he felt the same nausea at seeing her with another man. Next, she grabbed a travel toothbrush and paste and started brushing her teeth.

'That's it?' Harm thought. 'She isn't going to dig into my wilder past?' If Harm was really honest to himself, he liked her jealous of the other women in his past. Any emotion that broke the barrier of being 'just friends' was good. "I know. . .but I want you to respect me, Mac."

"I do, Harm. . . And I know that you respect me too." She dried her face with a small towel, then tucked everything back into her pack.

"It's a bit more than that." He stood up, grabbed his own canteen, toothbrush and paste.

"More than that?" Mac stood behind him, waiting for him to finish and then answer her question.

"Look, you're a friend, a close one and I was older when we met. . . I wasn't into chasing skirts anymore. . ."

She studied him for a moment, then grinned. "Harm, I know you aren't a womanizer. And I do respect you. . . And by the way, that was a nice closing argument."

Breaking into laughter, he shook his head and pointed at her. "Thank you."

Mac handed her sleeping bag over to Harm who laid it over his own. It was, as she took a good look around the area, that she remembered what they were doing. This wasn't a camping trip, they were on a mission. It was sad really to think that she'd spent so long waiting for him to come to her, believing he was still alive only to go back to status quo. Well, maybe it wasn't status quo, there had been some moments like that kiss at the Admiral's porch that nearly became something more. But, 'nearly' wasn't enough when she'd spent the better part of six months longing for him. Six months? Hah! Try a decade. "How do you we always wind up on these. . . things?"

Harm sat on his bag and began to undo his boots. With a shrug he looked up at her. "I don't know. But, I gotta tell ya that. . .I am through after this."

"I just can't believe Mr. I Screw Up Every Mission. . .He couldn't have gotten you killed." She was angry about that and so many other things that it couldn't be put into words anymore. Mac wanted to hate him, but noting that he was not faring so well, it was difficult to.

Though he wanted to know exactly what she was thinking, he figured it really wasn't something she'd want to share. Then again, if it was about Webb, he really didn't want to know. He slid his pack behind him, so that they would be able to use it as a pillow. "Mac, it'll be fine. . . We'll be okay." Harm moved into the sleeping bag, settling himself all the way in to make room for Mac.

Just beyond the trees, the beautiful night sky shone down. The starts looked like diamonds in the sky. A beautiful night was being wasted by their current situation. She sat down beside him and worked on removing her own boots. "Right, because it's always fine when Webb's involved." When she was done, she sat and just stared out into the night. . What would have happened had she and Webb still continued on? She knew it – it would've ended anyway. How could a man, that claimed to love her, been so cruel? "Do you remember that day, when I went out to lunch with Tanveer?

"I think so."

"When we were walking through the park. . . Tanveer saw something shining in the bushes. . . then there was a shot which missed both of us. . . It was WEBB, Harm. . .He pulled the trigger."

Harm sat up straight in the sleeping bag and turned slightly so he could look at her. There was anger on his features and a rage building inside. "Woah Woah woah, he shot at Tanveer with you nearby?"

"I was right next to him."

"Is he insane! Christ, Mac he could've. . . could've. . .he. ." All of the bad things he wanted to put aside in reference to Clayton Webb came straight up to the surface. If he'd been anywhere near him and Mac at the moment, Harm would pound him into oblivion. "I can't believe he'd do that. . . I wouldn't do that!" Gently, he placed his hand on one of her shoulders and tugged so that she would get into the bag with him.

"I know you wouldn't. . .You're rational. . ." After two seconds of though, a wicked grin played on her lips. "Well, sometimes you're rational." She snuggled herself into the sleeping bag and turned on her side to face him. "Ah. . .better."

"Warm now?"

"I will be." She smiled, with a look of pure bliss.

"Told ya body heat would work." Though they really weren't that close. It wasn't like in the Afghan desert when his body had engulfed hers. Nor was it like that night spent in a cave when he'd held her so tight for fear of letting her go and that bullet wound taking her from him. "I mean, it is an excellent survival technique." He grinned at her. Maybe having Mac along this trip wasn't such a bad idea?

She continued smiling, he was just so cute. "I think you just wanna spend the night with me in your arms." Mac stated boldly, finding that she had been doing that a lot with him as of late.

The temptation to joke it off dissipated when he felt the warmth between them. Would it be so bad to just tell the truth? "Yes I do. And I think you want to be in my arms."

"Yes." The desire to kiss him was so strong, but she needed to get closer. Mac moved in the bag, attempting to snuggle up to him when she noticed that the bag was open on her end letting I a brisk chill up her spine. Her fingers brushed against the bag. "I can't reach the zipper." Twisting, she tried angling her body and scrunching down to no avail. "Hmm, this isn't working."

Harm slid closer to her, his larger frame pinning her down as he felt around inside of the bag for the zipper. "Excuse me."

"Oh, sure." She sounded playfully sarcastic, something that masked the fact that she rather liked having his body covering her own. But, after a few tries too many and the awkward position that had him elbowing her on the side, it was time to protest. "You know? Let me give it another try, it's on my end."

"No, I got it Mac, I just think it's stuck." He said with a grunt as the zipper slid out of his fingers.

She shifted slightly, or tried to as his body still had her pinned down. "Let me help you."

"I don't need help, I just need you to stay still."

That was easy for him to say, he wasn't the one being squashed and elbowed. Mac shifted again, trying for the zipper. "Harm, stop being pigheaded and let me give it a shot, sometimes finesse works."

"Screw finesse, Mac. . ." He tried again, but the thing just would not budge. "Damn it, why isn't this sucker moving?"

Now she was irritated. "Okay, that's it!" She turned swiftly; maybe a bit too swiftly.

"OWWW!" Harm wasn't too sure how she'd managed it, but somehow her knee had come between his legs. In her swift movement, she'd jerked it up kneeing him in the groin. Reflexively, his hands came to the area. "Ooooooooh. God . . Blinding pain!"

"Oh." Was all Mac was able to say, from the light of the fire, she could see his face contorted. She eased him onto his back and chewed on her lower lip nervously. "Can I, uh. . . help in any way?"

Harm was breathing so erratically it was as if he were teaching a Lamaze class. "Yea, stay on your side." He rocked his body a few times, hoping a change in position could ease some of the throbbing. "I know I am pigheaded, but you didn't have to knee me in the nads!"

Mac was trying hard not to chuckle, really she was, but part of it was funny. "I . . didn't. . .do. . .this. . . on purpose." She said between giggles. "I am sorry though, I really am."

"I have to say, that is the first time that's ever happen to me." He took a few deep breaths and stretched out, as the pain began subsiding. Thankfully it wasn't a very hard kick. Shaking his head, he stared at Mac who'd no longer found the situation amusing. In fact, she was frowning. "I know you didn't do it on purpose. . . but, it still hurts like hell." Again, he pulled her into the bag with him, noting that she was laying straight and barely breathing. "Yea, stay still while I close this stupid thing."

Mac did just that, laying perfectly still as his body crossed over hers. She heard a few muffled curses and then a zipping sound. It was then that his body moved off of hers and to his side. For a moment, they lay quietly together, both of them staring up at the night sky. I was beautiful. Every single star was shining brightly down on them. "This reminds me of that night in Afghanistan."

"I wanted to kill Webb." Harm turned on his side so that he could face her.

"That made two of us." She turned to her side as well when she felt his breath on her skin. "Just another adventure we got out of."

"I don't know about that, we did have plenty of scrapes and scratches. . . but that moment when we were laying together was nice." He pulled her close to him, bringing her body as close as possible – body heat.

Mac found herself cocooned within his arms. It felt so safe and so right. Though they weren't on the most comfortable place on earth, she already could tell that tonight, she'd sleep well. He let her go for a moment, bringing her sleeping bag over them like a blanket and then, he wrapped himself around her again. "This is nice." She said softly.

"Yea it is." Harm replied just as softly, smiling at the expression on her face. She seemed to be so at peace.

"Night Harm."

"Night." He only pulled her closer as her head rested next to his. Mac's eyes were closed but she could still feel his gaze on her, it made her smile slightly. With a calming sigh, Harm closed his own eyes and allowed his body to rest; enjoying the calm before the storm.