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After their quick escape from the concert, they found themselves back at the nearest junk food joint. When they had ordered their two orders of cheeseburgers and fries with blackberry milkshakes to go, Meg handed everything to Harm, who somehow managed to balance all of that, sitting behind her on the Harley. However, he was thankful that she had slowed down her pace for now or he would have dropped everything at some point.

A short drive later, they arrived at a now deserted park. The noise of their arrival had caused the usual junkies and drug dealers to scurry off, so they had the dark but yet beautiful scenery for themselves. Harm motioned to a big tree close by and they walked over to it, sat down and leaned against the trunk. In silence they ate and enjoyed the stars above them.

Not wanting to litter their beautiful little spot, Harm then got up and tossed the empty boxes and cups into a wastebasket. With a smile on his lips he walked back over to Meg, taking in her beauty as she was dimly lit by the moonlight.

When he sat down again, Meg sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. Harm's smile broadened even more at the sudden and unexpected, but most definitely welcome touch. But her sigh made him frown and turn towards her, careful to keep her head where it was. "You okay?"

"Yeah fine..." Meg trailed off and stared into the distance for a moment. "Just disappointed because that concert wasn't at all what I had promised you."

"Hey, that wasn't your fault. There was no way you coulda foreseen any of that." Tilting her head up, Harm tried to cheer her up again.

"Yeah, but still... I had hoped for more myself." She said, but shrugged it off. "Soooo..." Wanting to change the topic she looked at him and turned so she was facing him a bit more. "Tell me something about you that no one else knows."

Upon that Harm had to laugh and gave her a sincere smile, looking deep into her eyes. "Meg, you know a LOT of things about me that no one else knows." Again he had to chuckle. "Hell, I bet you even know things about me, that I don't know myself."

Now it was Meg's turn to laugh. "Like, how swollen your head really is?"

Even though he knew that she was messing with him, he gave her a hurt look and put his hand over his heart. "Ouch… that hurt."

"Awww, poor cocky little flyboy." She teased him even more but had to grin.

His look got serene again though. "I'm not really that bad, am I? I mean, I know I have this reputation... ya know, the typical jetjock stereotypes... but I always thought I'm not THAT bad... I mean I know I have my bad sides... but still... ya know?" He started to stammer, hating to feel this insecure out of a sudden. Especially because for as long as he remembered, he hadn't ever felt this way before. But then again, Meg had the ability to awake a lot of feelings he hadn't known before, emotions from deep inside of him. The problem about that was, that he couldn't decide if he'd consider that dangerous or tempting. To make it even worse, the danger of it tempted him even more.

With a smile Meg shook her head. "Harm, come on, you know I was kidding... besides, you're just trying to change the topic." His sudden insecurity didn't go unnoticed by her. She decided not to go into it, but had to admit she was flattered because she hadn't ever seen the slightest trace of insecurity in him. And that she of all people brought it out, astonished but also frightened her because she wanted him to be and feel comfortable around her. Thankfully she knew that usually that was the case.

"You still want to know one of my deepest darkest secrets?" Right away he grinned again.

"Ooooh," she grinned back. "So you do admit to having those..."

"I didn't say that!" He protested and while the lawyer in him started to think about a speech to give her in order to explain what he had said and what he hadn't said, the man in him stepped in the way and sabotaged that because he just wanted to kiss her and make love to her, right there, right now. "I just… oh, never mind!" Groaning he partly gave in to that male part that caused his brain to stop functioning. He just put his hands over his face for a moment though, in a useless attempt of getting those thoughts out of his head.

"Yes?" Now even more curious about the secrets he might, or might not have, Meg prompted him again.

"Okay, fine. Well, no one knows about me, that I..." Pausing for a brief moment Harm thought about something to tell her now. She really knew more about him than anyone else ever would. "When I was a teenager," he started again, moving even closer to her, his lips almost touched her own, "I masturbated every day." Whispering that last part, he winked at her and laughinghe movedback from hera bit.

Annoyed Meg rolled her eyes. "Gee, I'm shocked to hear that." She said sarcastically because she had actually hoped for a couple more insights into the way this man ticked. Even though she seemed to be able to decipher him pretty well, he still managed to keep her guessing. But after how much she already messed with him today, she probably deserved some payback.

"Hey, you asked!" Harm was still laughing.

"My mistake, won't happen again." She muttered.

Quietly Harm reached for her hand and tenderly stroked his thumb over her palm. "Everybody thinks I'll never settle down with a wife and kids and all that. But in fact, I wouldn't mind... in a few years, with the right woman." Now that was something he hadn't even admitted to himself before. The only thing he couldn't tell Meg about this vision was that she was right in the middle of it and that he wouldn't ever want it to happen with anybody else but her.

"Stop messing with me!" Meg laughed, not grasping that he had told her the truth now. As much as she wanted to believe that, even more so, believe she was playing a center-role in that scenario, she thought she knew her partner well enough to be certain it would never happen. He loved women and had the looks to love a differentone every night. While he wasn't as much of a Don Juan as his reputation made him out to be, Meg knew he'd never turn into the domestic type either. Just like she could never possibly be quite tamed down herself. Her mother always compared her to a wild horse that wouldn't survive in captivity. Of course she wasn't all that happy about that but her daughter's happiness was more important to her than the dreams she'd had about a daughter that Meg just never was. And Meg was incredibly glad because her mother had long accepted that she couldn't turn her into something that would agree more with her own lifestyle for the price of turning Meg's wild soul into some eternally unhappy, decaying, shrivelling thing.

"Okay fine, so you don't wanna hear anything about me after all." Harm was slightly offended because Meg hadn't taken him seriously.

"No, no, I do wanna know more." Right away Meg objected.

"Like what?" Figuring it was better to play the ball back to Meg than revealing something she wouldn't believe anyway, Harm stretched out his legs and leaned back against the tree.

"Hmmm…" For a moment Meg thought about that but then came up with a question. "When you had to quit flying, did you decide to go to JAG right away or did you consider something else first?"

"Something else, like what?" He asked.

Shrugging Meg leaned against him again. "I don't know, like some other career choice. Action movie star or something." She laughed.

The image of that made him laugh too. "Oh yeah, now there's something I could never picture myself doing."

"Oh please…" Meg rolled her eyes. "You're doing it on a daily basis, except it isn't movies, it's your normal life."

Again he laughed. "So if I'm Batman, does that make you Robin?"

"Hey I never compared you to a superhero." She joined his laughter. "But in that case, I'd probably be Catwoman."

Now there was an image that started to pull Harm back into dangerous territory. "Okay well, to answer your question, no, I decided to become a lawyer after seeing how my own case got handled. Those guys were helping me big time and I thought if flying wasn't an option, I could still do some good in JAG." Smiling at her he paused and suddenly wondered the same about her. "What about you? For some reason I could see you as physician as well. You'd be awesome with your patients, I bet."

Meg had to laugh out loud. "Are you saying you want to play doctor with me, Commander Rabb?"

While that brought a broad smirk to his face, as he indeed imagined that, he shook his head, because he really hadn't meant that at all. And he didn't just discard one naughty image to replace it with another. But then again his lusting for Meg pretty much turned anything into naughty images within his mind. "Just thinking you'd be good at it, that's all." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"Uuuuh huh. You bet I'd be…" Meg winked at him and laughed. "But seriously... I never even considered that." The expression on her face, that he was able to see because they were sitting so close together, made clear that she was making up for that now. But after a while she shrugged. "Maybe... I don't know. I'm fine with what I'm doing now though." In truth she mostly was fine with the partner she had at work, or else maybe she would be doing something else at some other place meanwhile. "I almost didn't go to JAG though."

"You didn't?" Harm asked surprised.

"Well, JAG wasn't actually part of the picture yet back then, but yeah... before I joined Weapons, I could have joined NSA."

"Seriously? But they didn't want you after all? I mean, it's their loss. I bet they regret it by now."

"Nah, they have enough computer experts. One more or less doesn't make a difference there. But it wasn't quite like that. They did want me. I was one of the few who were allowed to several tests and interviews."

"Then what happened?"

"I walked out on them during one of those interviews."

"What? Why did you do that?"

"They asked me all kinds of stuff, even about my sexual orientation, sexual preferences, but when they asked me if I'd ever had sex with an animal before, I got mad, called them sick bastards and walked out." She chuckled. "I mean, now I know that they asked all of this crap to check my history, for a psychological profile and bla bla bla... I even passed actually. But when they tried to get me to come back, I had set my mind on Weapons."

Harm still looked at her baffled. "I can't believe they seriously asked you that..." Then he smirked, now it was his turn to tease her. "So I take it, your answer to that would be 'no'?"

"OF course!" She immediately exclaimed but then smirked as well and started to whisper huskily. "Though I'll have to admit that I thought about it with a certain kind of animal..." With a wink she slightly traced her fingers over his chest for a moment. From what she'd heard Harm really was an animal in bed.

Harm's brain was running overtime now, trying to figure out, how exactly she had meant that and if she really could mean what he thought she meant now. It was more than clear that she didn't actually mean animals. But could she mean him? Or was that just his male overactive imagination again because he was desperate to nail her by now? "I... uhh..." When his brain had failed to come up with an answer, another part of him decided to find out another way and he leaned in to kiss her, but suddenly there was a bright light shining into their eyes.

Blinking they tried to make out what was behind the light, and after their eyes had adjusted to the brightness, they saw two men in uniform: cops who didn't look too happy about seeing them there. From what they'd been told these two were behind a gang who sold a lot of drugs here, so now they wanted to arrest them.Whatneither of any of themknew was that the drug dealers they had scared away earlier were pissed and had given the cops an anonymous tip about Harm and Meg, to get them out of the park again and at the same time to give the cops a wrong lead so they'd stop suspecting them.