Sam looked around the room, one last time. The light had been dimmed; the pasta primavera had been prepared. He had thought about candlelight, but he didn't want to appear too obvious. He had also thought about a bottle of wine, but something deep down, probably another of Harm's memories, told him that that wouldn't be a good idea.

A knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. He looked himself over in the mirror, one last time. He had decided to dress casually. Satisfied, he walked across the room and opened the door.

Mac was standing on the other side, also dressed in civilian attire. Sam gestured for her to enter. All the while thinking:

'How am I going to do this? I'm only going to tell this woman that her friend of seven years is in love with her. How hard can that be? Impossible, that's how hard!'

For the next hour they ate and talked. Luckily Sam had prepared for this night. After sifting through all the data available on Harmon Rabb and Al 'somehow' coaxing personal information out of Harm, Sam now knew Harmon Rabb and Satah Mackenzie better than they knew themselves. So when they meal was finished, Sam set his fork down with an audible 'thunk', finally ready to take a chance.

"This has been a good evening." He said.

Mac nodded, "Yes it has. It's almost…" She paused.

"Like what?" Sam prompted her.

"I was going to say, it's almost like old times. I realized something. We've been doing rather well the last few months."

This time Sam nodded, "Yes, I'd say so."

"It's not just that, for a long time, before the last few months, we'd been walking on eggshells around each other. Even after the JAG-a-thon. And then," She gestured with her hand, "something changed; and we became as close as we've ever been. It just happened so subtly that I never noticed it until now."

"When I stonewalled you in court." Sam filled in, beginning to comprehend where she was going with this.

Mac nodes, somberly, "Yeah, when that happened I. Well I was hurt. I felt that we had gone right back to where we were all those months ago, not really trusting each other. So I lashed out."

"Well, I don't blame you." Sam replied, "it's not everyday that not only that you client's alibi gets cracked and your opponent makes a big show of it in court."

Mac chuckled slightly, "Yeah." Suddenly her eyes narrowed, in suspicion. "Just how did you know about the alibi, anyway?"

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.'

"Uh…I have my ways." Sam smiled disarmingly, hoping that she would accept that.

Mac threw up he hands in mock frustration. "Fine, have it your way."

Sam smiled wider, but then his expression grew serious.

"Look, Mac," he paused, "Sarah, I didn't just invite you to dinner to apologize."

Mac looked him in the eyes. "Why, then?" She asked, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Well, you said that you realized that in the past few months we've grown as close as we've ever been; and I have to say that I've noticed the same thing." He took her hands in his. "But after all this time, I've come to realize that I'd be a fool if I didn't admit that I wanted more."

Mac's eyes got visibly wider. "So what are you saying?"

"I…well I" Once again, Harm's innate nervousness seemed to take hold and Sam found himself at a loss for words. Deciding that it was now or never, Sam threw his arms the woman in front of him and drew her in for a kiss. Sometimes words were overrated anyway.

"All right Sam!"

Sam managed to contain his surprise at Al's sudden appearance and pulled away from Mac slowly. He looked into her deep brown eyes.

"I love you Sarah." He whispered.

Mac rested her forehead against his. "I love you too Harm."

Al laughed triumphantly, "You did it Sam. Now that everything is out in the open, Harm and Mac start an official relationship, which means enough to Mac that she declines to go to Paraguay, when Harm gets out of jail. So Clayton Webb looks within the CIA pool for a female agent, as a result the mission is a complete success. Webb is never captured and Sadik Fahd is killed by an American missile strike on his compound. Harm and Mac are married inside a year and have three kids."

Sam looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and smiled, "Congratulations." He whispered.

Mac gave him a perplexed look. "For what?" She asked.

Sam leaned in kissed her again. As soon as their lips connected he leaped.

The End.