Picking up the Pieces
Chapter Eight
Meg banged impatiently on Harm's door. It flew open and Harm looked at her angrily, fixing her with a hard stare as if she had interrupted something important. Meg cowered slightly but she'd known Harm long enough to not let him defeat her.
'What have I done wrong?' She demanded to know as he yanked her in, slamming the door.
'Meg…' he began harshly
'I don't want to hear it Harm! You never told me you resigned – I had to hear it from Bud!' She yelled at him. Harm put his hand over her mouth roughly and pulled her towards the couch.
'Why are you here?' He demanded, forcing her to sit down. Meg fell hard against the couch.
'Harm!'
'Meg I told you…'
'Just because you joined the CIA doesn't mean you can cut me out of your life Harmon Rabb, because I love you!'
Harm dropped her arm, which he had been holding in a vice-like grip.
'What did you say?' His voice became gentler.
'I love you. Harm, please – it's taken me two years to get this far, and I still don't remember everything. I need you.' She was crying now, her whole body shaking. Harm knelt in front of her, drying her tears.
'Meg, I am so sorry…if I hurt you…'
She shook her head and fell to the floor in his arms.
'Meg…my career…I'm not even sure if I have a job anymore…you saw me on TV,'
Meg smiled. 'Playing the hero as usual,' she joked with him. He cuffed her lightly on the arm.
'Come Meg, I'll take you home…' he said but found he was kissing her. She fell into his arms, almost asleep. He picked her up and took her back to her place, putting her to bed and lying beside her. He put his arms around her tightly, protectively.
'I love you too Meg and I am so sorry about these past few months…' he whispered to her as he fell asleep.
'You got fired?' Meg asked him as she sat in his apartment a few days later, his arm around her. Harm kissed her forehead softly.
'Yeah,'
'Let me guess…"It has Webb written all over it."' Meg joked weakly. Harm cuffed her arm gently.
'Right in one,' He said to her softly. Meg smiled at him.
'I'm glad we're no longer fighting,'
'Hey you're the one who stayed mad at me…' He blushed.
'You stopped talking to me – how was I supposed to react? You weren't around when I needed you,' she sat up, tucking her legs under her.
'Well, I'm here now Meg, what's wrong?' He asked her.
'Nothing,' she lied. 'I'm going home to bed,'
As she opened the door, she was thrown back by another woman, someone from Harm's past.
'Hello sailor,'
'Renee!' Harm was flabbergasted. He helped Meg up and glared at Renee.
'She'll live…now…' Renee began seductively. She started taking Harm's shirt off as Meg tried to stop her. She threw Meg to the floor again, Meg landing on her arm roughly. Meg glared at Renee and got up.
'Listen, Harm got over you a long time ago and I don't take kindly to being thrown around.' Meg said to Renee evenly. Renee made a move to twist Meg's slender arm and break it. Meg wrenched her arm away.
'Don't touch me like that again.' Meg said through gritted teeth as Harm tried to separate them.
'Cool it Meg,' Harm whispered to her. But it was too late. Meg had punched Renee.
'That's for hurting Harm, Mac and I – as well as everyone else at JAG!' Harm put his arms around her.
'Meg!' He laughed as Renee dashed out.
'Yeah well, she was asking for it…Ow!' Meg cringed as Harm held her tightly. 'My arm hurts Rabb!'
Harm sat her down on the couch and looked at it carefully.
'Hmmm it's badly bruised Meg…'
'It hurts,'
'It will for a while,' Harm couldn't stop laughing. 'I cannot believe you hit her,'
'She was threatening me – it was…'
'Self defence. If she tries to sue you…' the phone rang. 'Renee, drop it. I don't love you anymore! And if you try and press charges, Meg and I will take action against you seeing as you started abusing her first.' Harm slammed the phone down.
'Gee, she doesn't take long does she?' Meg yawned. Harm led her to her apartment and settled her on the couch.
'I'm right next door if you want me,'
'Okay.' Meg fell into a relaxing sleep as Harm closed the door.
'Night Meg,'