Return To Me

by Radiorox

COMPLETE Harm and Mac went to separate ends of the world and never stayed in touch. Four years later, when Harm returns to the States, he and Mac find that you can’t fool destiny. That friendship is the road that leads to the heart.

3. Private Eyes, They’re Watching You

Okay gang, I should be posting between 2-3 chappies a week of Return To Me. Though expect 2. I might be going back to school in midaugust so, time will be slightly limited. Maybe not, but school and full time work are usually not a good mixture. Still, my job affords me time that I am not doing anything but yelling at people so. . .time to write is there. ;)

Enjoy!

Jackie

Thank you to: froggy0319, trekker4life, Abigaile, BlueJay, dansingwolf, Nix707, Tracy, LieutenantjgMegAustin, n.k, EY, jaggurl, LtCmdrFlygirl, Feverish Dream, ady, AgtDanaM, starryeyes10, DD2, KittyX, FoxyWombat, Dessler, JAGJenni, daisymh, Bite Beccy, Sam, Cristina, JamieAClassyone, The Obsessed Three, Dessler, Snugglebug, BlueJay, and you anonymous peeps- for the feedback:)

AN: Okay, so Michael comes up a few times a story. The name I mean, if you notice past stories, I'll stick him somewhere. Why? He's a character from role playing I sometimes do. One of my best friends and I have gotten to where our role-playing is worse than a soap opera. He is a sexy, as hell vampire, my character's lover from like the 1600s or something. Michael made me a vampire, but he died. But he isn't dead and now he's back brainwashing me away from my ex-husband (Who looks similar to Michael) who is my best friend's current husband and also, brainwashing me away from my current husband who is my best friend's ex-husband. LOL!

PART 3 - Private Eyes, They're Watching You
2145 Local
Oceanside, California

Former Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez sat behind the wheel of the 'company car' a black SUV, with no discernable markings on it of any kind. Then again, when you worked as a Private Investigator, the last thing you wanted to do was advertise while on the job. "2145. . . There is absolutely no movement outside of the Days Inn. . . Mr. Randy Quinn has not been spotted." He said into a microphone and the words appeared on his laptop.

With a sigh he reached to the center console and pulled out his mug of coffee. It had been a painful and slow investigation thus far. The man he and Harm had been tracking, Randy Quinn, was a high class drug dealer and one responsible for the death of a sixteen year old girl. When the police refused to get involved for one reason or another, they were called in.

Becoming PI's was something that they just stumbled onto. Harm had lost his taste for the law, and was considering his options when Gunny suggested a PI service. A friend of his from boot camp already had an office established in San Diego, one that he was eager to be rid of when he realized it was a bit too much work for his taste. Gunny had contacted Harm, who he'd bumped into in London, and together they started Rabb and Galindez Investigative Services. Frank had helped up with some of the costs and for Harm's peace of mind, allowed his stepson to pay him a monthly 'rent' which Harm didn't know was going to a fund for him and his family should anything happen to Frank or Trish. Both of their military pasts gave them credibility in a short time. So short of a time that two investigators from a smaller office had decided to join, making them a team of five plus the secretary that ran the office. They weren't the largest PI firm, but, for sure, they could deal with the big boys. And catching this one, would give them a little leeway in the future with the DEA.

Just as Gunny was about to finish off his cup of coffee, he heard his radio come alive. Two men were talking. "Look, I don't know what your game is Mr. Smith, but the answer is no!" That was Quinn. Gunny knew his voice very well, it had been nearly a month since they've been after him.

"Mr. Quinn, I can bring in the cocaine. Today I have a thousand kee's of uncut coke coming in. You know what the street value for that will be, mate?" Gunny chuckled as he heard his partner's voice over the line. Soon, he saw the two men standing outside of the Days Inn. Harm was wearing a wire in one of the few places another man wouldn't look. He had on an expensive, Armani suit, phony glasses, a mustache and beard. For extra covertness, he used a fake Australian accent. When they'd first thought up the disguise, it really didn't look like Harm at all. He'd probably be able to fool his own mother.

Quinn looked around suspiciously and ushered Harm down the block as his two goons. . .er, guards walked a few steps behind. "Mr. Smith, frankly, I am worried. . .You seem a bit anxious to get this deal moving. . .Why is that?"

Harm furled his brow, this was going to be a bit more difficult than he thought. "Look, mate. It's a lot of kee's to sit on. . . a lot. I can bring it in, but I don't have where to stash the bloody thing. . .I hear that you do." Looking around, he pulled out a vial of actual cocaine and presented it to Quinn. "Uncut. . .Pure, you can mix it with anything you want. . .Look, I'll even cut back my sell price.

"I know you aren't wearing a wire, but this smells like a setup to me." The drug dealer took the vial and handed it to one of his goons. "Joey, make sure Dr. Winthrop has that analyzed, tonight." He waved his hand back towards the entrance of the Days Inn and ushered Harm to follow. "It'll take him an hour to find out how 'pure' it is. . .then we can make a deal."

"Sounds good to me, mate." Harm followed Quinn into the hotel, then wound his way through the main lobby and towards the restaurant's bar. They took a table in an open section of the bar, this way it didn't seem suspicious as to why several men were convening in a dark corner. "So what shall we discuss until we get the results?"

Quinn chuckled, he liked Mr. Smith, though they'd only conferred twice. The spunk on the tall Australian man was amusing. "How much can you bring in a month?"

Harm shrugged. "Well, I won't lie. .. I can't bring in a large shipment every month. But usually, at least a five hundred kilos." When Quinn made to laugh, he shook his head. "Hey, mate. I am not going to risk getting caught. No money is worth time spent it locked up, eh?" The comment wouldn't have been as ironic if it wasn't because Harm actually spent time locked up in Leavenworth for a crime he didn't commit. With a sigh, he shook that memory from his head and got down to business. "Trust me, it's worth it."

"And how do you bring it in, Mr. Smith? I'll have you know, I've gone through fifteen different handlers like yourself, all of them ended up getting some portion of the pie taken. . .Which means the DEA and the FBI immediately start pointing fingers. . .Now I might have the police paid off, but the agencies, that is a bit difficult."

The whole plot as to how they could get the fake cocaine in, rested in the hands of a case Harm had worked on while at the London office. A petty officer had smuggled a quarter kilo of cocaine in a bottle of powdered chlorine. The smell of chlorine seemed to subdue the sniffing dog's senses and since both had similar weights and consistencies, it could be smuggled in without much effort.. "Powdered chlorine."

"Chlorine?"

Harm nodded and grinned. "Yes, mate. Like the type used to clean? The smell of it screws up the sniffing pooch's senses. They can't seem to pick it up right away. And since they look the same, bloody hell, who would think to take a snort or a lick to see if it's real coke, right mate?" He patted Quinn on the arm, laughing conspiringly and the other man joined him. It was a stroke of pure genius.

"Umm, would you look at that." Quinn's goon, Alex, pointed towards a group that had entered the bar. There were two women and three men, all dressed in evening attire. One of the women, a brunette with short hair, had caught the guard's attention.

Harm turned slightly and immediately his heart stopped as he glanced at Mayfield, Vukovic, some man he didn't know and Mac. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and watched as they made it past them. The Lieutenant's didn't notice him at all, but Mac, her eyes were as wide as saucers. 'Please don't come over, please don't come over, please don't come over.' He said mentally, then saw her smile at him and just continue to walk on by. There was a silent conversation there between them, hell, there always was. And a second later he felt Quinn slapping him on the back. "Well, there, Mr. Smith, apparently you made an impression with the lady."

His gaze trailed down to where they sat down, about five tables away from them. Was Mac there on a date with the other man? Maybe, but why did he care? They were basically like acquaintances, not friends. No, friendship would take some time to be repaired and rebuilt. Still, some basic part of him was still jealous, he'd always be jealous. With a huff, he turned to Quinn and grinned. "Hell, did you see the legs on that sheela?" What she was wearing wasn't racy or blatantly sexy, but still, Mac could make anything look good, even his old T-shirt which she borrowed that night she stayed over to take care of him when Palmer was on the loose. He took a sip of bourbon then let his gaze fall back on Mac who was laughing with the group.

Mac's first impression of him felt utterly odd. She'd seen him the moment she walked into the room and that is when she felt the electricity that could only come from one person, Harm. As she came in closer, her heart started hammering hard against her chest, her breath caught when her eyes locked onto his blue-green orbs. It was him, in some sort of get up, but it was him. She was tempted to walk over and ask him why he was masquerading, but then she remembered one key bit about meeting him a couple of days prior, he was PI. Now, as she sat just a few tables away from him, she was allowed to study him a bit more, to gauge what was going on. Then men were speaking quietly, save for the occasional, male back slapping antics and jovial laughter. She would find them staring at her and then completely look away once she caught sight of them doing so. She wondered what he was up to, what sort of investigation needed him to dawn some sort of get up. Mac didn't like Harm with a mustache or beard, but had to admit the glasses gave him a sort of intellectual type of sexiness. "Colonel? Hello?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?" Glancing over at Vukovic, she restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Spending three years without seeing Vic daily, still didn't end her dislike of him. Sure, he'd gotten a bit better, but always felt the need to act holier than thou with a contempt for women in the military.

"Mr. Maxwell here offered his Yacht for the annual conference, I think we should take him up on his offer." Vukovic said with a smile, one that said he was calling the shots in this area of business.

Mac smiled at Maxwell and shook her head. "No, thank you, sir. . . We usually have the conference here, we can accommodate the JAGs from other offices better in a hotel."

Maxwell, the owner of the establishment smiled at the pretty Colonel. He'd been dealing with her for the past three years and never had a problem. Course, he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was positively smitten with her, so much that he'd even consider leaving his wife if the woman were to return the feelings in kind. "Not a problem, Colonel. . .I'll arrange it for you. . .Now, how about we have a little dinner?"

"Colonel, maybe we should consider the yacht, I mean, I am sure the officers would prefer cruising the ocean during the conferences rather than being stuck in a hotel." The man still had a nerve to try and go over each and everything she ever suggested. Though things between him and Mac would always be at a status quo. She'd given up trying to tame him and, instead, let him be a victim of his own demise. Within the past four years, he'd already been brought up on a mast twice with two letters of reprimand. But, just as quickly, Lt. Slick would get under the good graces of Cresswell. This would often have Mac looking like the bad guy, the ball busting, bitch, senior officer with zero patience.

But, this was something he wasn't going to win on. She'd set her mind and nothing was going to stop her. "Look, Lieutenant, I am getting sick and tired of you trying to sway me or trying to go over my head. I am the SENIOR OFFICER. . .and whether you think so or not, I earned my eagles and this command position. So you either get over it or find yourself a new billet. . .Mr. Maxwell, start working out the kinks for the conference, it will be held, just like every year before that, here in this fine establishment. . .Now, if you'll excuse me." Standing, she weaved her way through the tables and over to the bar.

"Hey, Smith, there she is." Alex nodded towards the bar and the woman that had caught both his and Harm's fancy. "I'm going to go ask her for a dance. . .You'll be alright, Mr. Quinn?"

Quinn chuckled, patted the man on the shoulder and ushered him off before leaning into Harm. "This is going to be amusing. Alex, though a good looking kid, never has an easy time trying to pick up women."

"Gee I wonder why that is." Harm said sarcastically. In the few occasions that he'd met up with Quinn's goons, Alex seemed to have chauvinistic, male, pig, tattooed to his forehead. With amusement, he watched Alex walk up to Mac and waited for her to let him have it. This was going to be fun. "She looks like a spunky sheela. . .Don't think he has a chance."

Quinn checked his watch then nodded towards Mac and Alex. "I say you give it a shot, she seemed to be interested in you. . ." Glancing at Harm he chuckled at the look of surprise on the man's face. "I saw the look she gave you. . .Unless you're queer, I don't see a problem." Oh, but Harm did. This was business, work, and a sensitive case, it wasn't time for him to pretend to flirt it on up with a woman he was still having trouble figuring out. "Come on, Smith. . .I dare you."

Glancing over, he let out a strangled chuckle when Mac's right hand connected with Alex's left cheek. "I don't know, mate. Looks like the lady isn't very fond of the stronger sex."

Alex trudged back to the table rubbing his hand against his jaw with a look of defeat. "She don't know what she's missing!"

"C'mon Smith." Quinn kept on his taunting and finally, Harm stood up with a huff and walked his way across the room and towards Mac who was sipping on, no doubt, a tonic water with a squeeze of lime. "Attaboy."

The moment he stood by her side, it was happening to him again, Mac was sucking him in and he couldn't step back, so instead, he stepped forward. "Hi."

"Hi." She said, attempting to ignore someone she was unable to ignore before. Didn't life just suck that way? Harm propped himself up on the bar stool next to Mac watching her carefully for a moment. This was the equivalent of discovering a new country – you didn't know what you were getting yourself into. He wanted, more than anything, to be friends with her again. He missed her and he knew she had to have missed him too. Then why was it that they ended so badly? Why did she shut him out that afternoon when he saw her in the streets of San Diego?

Sighing, she turned to him, noting a slight frown and a look of sadness. She didn't like it, not at all. What was worse, it was similar to what she felt inside. In that flash of a moment, her heart lurched slightly and she relented. If fate did put them together again, then she had to play it out, see what would happen. She couldn't get her heart broken twice, right? "I don't want things to end like it did." She quickly told him.

Harm sighed softly, forcing himself to look at her. "I don't either. . . You meant too much to me."

"And you to me." She admitted without hesitation. "So what do you want to do about it?"

Gingerly, he extended his hand and Mac slid hers into his. Mac shook it and smiled genuinely for the first time since they met again. "I'm Sarah MacKenzie, my friends call me Mac."

"Harmon Rabb Junior, and you can call me Harm." He held her hand for a moment and smiled back at her. "So we're starting at the beginning again?"

"Worked last time, didn't it?" She said, then slipped her hand slowly out of his. With a sigh she said under her breath, "Well, it sort of worked last time." And this was probably the craziest, dumbest and most interesting decision she'd ever made: letting Harmon Rabb back into her life

He took a deep breath and settled himself against the bar. Casually, he turned to her and smiled. "So, are you here alone or with someone else?"

"I'm guessing you are on an investigation." She said quietly, smiling at him as if thou he'd said something amusing. And easily, they were chatting again, being friendly again even though part of it was a sham for Quinn's entertainment value.

With a smile of his own he nodded. "Yep. . .the gentleman in the grey suit over there is a drug dealer. . .Gunny and I have been tracking him down for some time."

"And what about the goon who told me that after screaming his name all night, I was going to be making him breakfast in the morning?"

Harm stared at her, then chuckled. "He said that?"

"Oh yea." She glanced over, giving Alex a glare. "Real charmer isn't he?" Mac turned back to Harm who still looked quite odd to her. "I have to admit, if it wasn't for your eyes, this whole get up would have fooled anyone."

"Anyone but you." He said quietly, then ordered some club soda. Turning to her she found Mac seemingly fascinated by his eyes. In fact, she couldn't help but look. Time really hadn't changed her much, she was still as exotically beautiful as he remembered. "You look. .."

He was about to say 'beautiful' when Lt. Vukovic waltzed up behind Mac and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Colonel. Would you like to dance?"

Mac turned to him, then pointed over at Harm who's eyes were wide with the fear of being discovered. "Actually, no, Lieutenant. . .Mr. . ."

"Smith." Harm supplied. And Vic didn't even notice who the man in front of him was. To him, he was just another rival for the Colonel's affections, something he was in no way going to win with his antics.

"Yes, Mr. Smith here asked me first." She slipped her hand into Harm's and tugged him towards the dance floor. No one else was dancing, but that didn't matter. Anything to get her away from Lt. Sleaze. At first, it appeared as if Harm didn't know what to do with his hands. It was Mac who took his hand and placed it on her hip. His other outstretched as if they were dancing some formal number. She guided him in a slow circle. "I had a feeling we'd catch up, but didn't think it would be under these circumstances."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Don't like the whole nerdy, scruffy look?"

Mac chuckled. "Honestly, no. . .I don't. . . So how long do you keep this charade up?"

Harm glanced over at Alex and Quinn and motioned to them. Quinn raised a glass to toast him then patted Alex on the shoulder in some form of consolation. "If I can get him to buy. . .it'll be over tonight. . . Oh, by the way, say 'hi' to Gunny." He looked her in the eye and mischievously cast his eyes downward, waaaaaaay downward.

Mac raised her eyebrows to her hairline, then shook her head chuckling. "Oh boy. . .Hi Gunny." She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, here she was being a little flirty with Harm and someone was listening in. Definitely awkward moment number. . .number. . .oh, who cared? It's not like they mattered anymore, she doubted they would actually see much of each other. It was obvious that he was good at what he did and she, well, other than the altercations with Lt. Sleaze, this command position was good for her. Still, she couldn't help herself when it came to Harm and damn, did she hate feeling this way, like such a girl.

"I gotta go, Mac. . .I don't want to but I gotta." He stopped their movement, noting that Quinn's man had returned with the results. This just took the wind out of meeting her again the other day. Why was it that every chance they had, the timing just shot everything to hell? Here they were, dancing together, fate had put them together again. The way she looked, with that dress and this mischievous look in her eyes and he had to leave her when it was obvious that there was still something there, the spark that would never die. With a look of remorse he let her go, but not before kissing the back of her hand. "I promise we'll do lunch." For show, he took a fake card out of his pocket and placed it in her hand.

Each of them reluctantly returned to their tables, Mac to find Vukovic staring at her with this look of disgust and Harm to find that the cocaine was exactly what Quinn was looking for. "She looked rather enamored with you, Mr. Smith."

Harm gave them his cocky flyboy smile. "Well, I believe it was me Aussie accent. . .These American dames can't resist it."

Quinn laughed. "Alex, perhaps that's what you need? Some fancy accent." The younger man scoffed as his face turned hard. He took whatever was left of the cocaine Harm had given him, then handed it back over. "The results were astounding. I won't ask where you got it, I know you won't tell me. . .But, we have a deal. . ."

To finish the buy, Harm, Quinn and his goons headed up to Quinn's suite. There, he concluded the sale, taking a briefcase full of money. They shook on it. 'Mr. Smith' would have the shipment in the morning waiting at an abandoned warehouse just outside of San Diego. Mr. Quinn didn't know it, but right then and there, the DEA would nab their man along with 'Mr. Smith' for the sake of appearances.

As Harm made to leave the hotel, he paused at the bar, watching Mac and the junior officers enjoying their meal. The other man was no longer with them. Maybe he didn't have to worry about him then? Smiling, he ran across the street and hopped into the car where Gunny was waiting. "That was one hell of a night." He took the briefcase from Harm and opened it up to find the neat stacks of cold, hard cash. "This just ticks me off." He was disgusted with the lengths dirty men would go to in order to make money. And this wasn't just money he was holding in his hands, it was drug money. Money made by the addictions of others.

"Let's get out of here, Gunny." He jumped over the seat and into the back where, with the darkness of the tinted windows, he was shaded from prying eyes. He worked on removing the mustache and beard, wincing as the glue pulled on his face.

Gunny watched him through the rear view mirror. "So. . .You and the Colonel, huh?"

"Don't start."

"Someone has to." Through the years that he'd known Harm and Mac he never could quite understand WHY the two just didn't get together. Vic had been in love before, he knew what it was to lose that love. But, was WORK really that important over being happy and in love? No, he didn't think so. Especially in the military when life was expendable. "You going to see her again?"

Were they going to see each other again? Well, that would depend on how the fates wanted to play this out. Did he want to see her again? Yes. Did she want to see him? Now, that was a different question all together. "I don't know, Gunny. . .Things between Mac and I didn't end well. . . We'll see."

Stopping at a red light, Gunny turned around and glared Harm down. "I'm not in the military anymore, and you know I've chucked military formalities with you since we're partners, so, I am going to tell it to you straight, you'd be a fucking fool not to TRY to figure whatever it is that you two had. . .everyone could see it. . .Now, if you aren't sure what you want, don't hurt her. . .and don't get yourself hurt. . . Some types of heart aches are impossible to recover from." And he would know, pieces of his heart were left burned and scattered in the Afghani desert.

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to the anonymous user who's obviously a Rabid Harm fan: I hate rabid Harm fans. Well, maybe 'hate' is too strong a word. But it pisses me off that the Rabid Harm fans have him as the 'do no wrong' character and Mac as the bitch. Personally, a lot of the Harm and Mac problems has to do with the both of them, not just one. If Mac is childish, Harm's been too. I mean you can't expect her to run into his arms after he flat out tells her that he doesn't love her. As with her "never" comment, when you sit back, relax and take in the whole picture, it was a defensive mechanism much like Harm's "What's love have to do with anything?" comment in "Goodbyes." So, she has a right not to want to be sucked into it all again with him. Look at the big picture, will ya? And if you don't like it, don't read the story.

Anonny : the second person with no balls to leave an actual name yet bitches about things. I love it. It's fun. Hehehe: Let's start backwards since I am in a backwards sorta mood. And since you numbered things, let's number them backwards as well!
6. I don't like the word "Yeah" unless it's said in elation with a exclamation point stuck to the end of it. Or unless you are trying for that breathy, James Bond girl "Yeaahhhh," type of thing. Which, they are not at the point at the moment.
5. I post at my discretion not the reviewers'. If you don't like my time frame of postings or lack their of, don't read it. As for the reviews, I don't see many people complaining about it. Even if they did, some people like the fact that I give away things during the review comments. :Grin:
4. Michael :drool: Retired is a word that can have dual meanings. In this case, he left the USMC. Not necessarily waiting for his twenty to officially "retire." And if you paid attention to the paragraph right after, Mac has a problem with the base CO who has a "bug up his six." Hence, he'd be the one who reprimanded her.
3. Yes, I know the difference between USN and USMC officer ranks. And Michaelness' retired thingy, just referred to on point numero quatro.
2. Not sure how many times Vicpuke has gone up for promo, all I know they are trying to get rid of them and it will come back to bite them in the ass at some point. . . Hmm, which might be why Mac mentions his fit rep to the General. Maybe? No? Yes?
1. Vuckovic, Vukovic. . .Hey, it's better than Vicpuke. ;) I mean, if his last name would be simpler, like Jones or something, I wouldn't typo it. For that matter, my brain can't decide whether to spell the General's name right. It should be Cresswell, but occasionally Creswel or Creswell shows up due to my PCs parameters.
So, I hope I've addressed all of the things bothering you. . and hell, look at that! Another long response to a review. Fate will bite you in the ass. :)

Sam: She is a full bird now. If I wrote other wise, excuse me, I have another story I am writing for a summer season that she's still a Lt. Colonel.

Dansignwolf: Mac that Marine DOES Rock! Michael mike make an appearance or at least try to freak her out and Harm might come to the rescue or at least tell him to keep away. SuperHarm! Mmmm the man in tights. . .Grrr. . .Anyway. Vic is a jerk and even Mayfield is going to set him straight.

DD2: Thank you:)

Trekker: I've heard that some Trek shows are similar to JAG shows with the character's and their issues. The woman is like cursed when it comes to men, for that matter so is Harmness. Like I say, frying pan to the skull should wake them both up. ;)

LtJGMEg: Between you and I were gonna wear Harmy out. ;)

Ey: Cool nick. LOL! Things are starting to get better. I loved writing this part it was so silly. I mean can you imagine Harm pretending to be an Aussie? LOL!

Jill: Ah, my cousin's name. ;) Yea, it's a weird story, definitely has its twists and it's going to get interesting, for sure. Harm might be moving on in with Mac.;)

FoxyWombat: Where's the update! Huh! Huh! Huh! The part with Michael :drool: was difficult to read because I didn't want it to go too overboard. I wanted her to be caught off guard but use her training to set his ass straight. Yea, I don't get Vic, I really don't. It's fun having people tell him off. LOL!

Cristina: I'll never let go:Wow bad Titanic refrence:

BiteBeccy: It's starting! Chapter 4 or 5 they get chatty, it's funny. Harm literally asks Mac if she had pigtails as a little girl.

AclassyOne: Hey, there are a lot of Vic fans. I mean the man is a hottie, but the character just sucks. I feel bad for CB2 playing him, whatta jerk for a character. They should have eased him a bit not made him into such a prick. I mean what the hell! Yea, Mayfield will go off at him too. ;) So will Harm. ;)

KittyX: I never say "please review" that should be at the reader's discretion. But, thank you for the review:)

JagJenni: Yea, I could have slapped Harm and it's my story! Originally, he didn't say it, but I needed a real reason for her to be pissed at him. It worked and now they have to learn to trust each other again. It's sorta like after the JAG-A-Thon type of, getting into their rhythm of things.

The Obssessed Three: Funky nick there:) Thank you!

Froggy: Wow, I am screwed, really. I read from your reviewing "I am eloping she would help." For a moment there I am like: Oh shit! Froggy's on crack! Where did I say Mac would elope! - :Ahem: Anwyay. ;) Yea, it'll take some time.

JAGgurl: Harriet rocks, they so should have gotten her to try to be a match maker with Harm and Mac on the show, it would have been cute.

Dessler: Well not THAT much tension, but SOME tension. Savannah is pretty, but I got really annoyed, really quickly with all the parks in the middle of the streets. :P And yep, Ft. Wilderness campgrounds. We've stayed there twice, will probably back next year. I love it there. Esp just driving around the park with the golf carts (we have one). I didn't get to see a flick at the show, it rained a few nights and the others we were in the pool. I went to Downtown Disney which I hadn't been before, so that was cool. Got a Mickey baseball jersey. Heheh. I want to go back and head to the WwoSports. Anytime I get to whack either a fuzzy yellow ball or a softball with some sort of club-like object, I am a happy camper. ;)

Nix707: I like your twisted fantasies. Michael :drool: is a creep, yea. So sad too, because the way I envisioned him. . .grrrr. . .Anyway. Yea, I am working it so the comes to bug her. He's also in there for a reason. He might be a ruse. ;)

NK: I am not a HUGE Savage Garden fan. I loved the first album, and pieces of the second album – don't really like the sappy songs ;) – but Gunning just ROCKS my world. If you see their concert (on DVD) Darren does a shadow dance to it. Grrrrrr. I am fine, realy. But yea, such a dramatic and wonderful song. :)

Snugglebug: Yea, she needs to try and be strong for her mental sanity. But, as with Harm and Mac that never works. ;)

Kjflygirl: They'll work through things and have a good time doing it too.

Bluejay: I think if Harm would be like "I am sorry, I am dying without you." Actually, no, Mac would just laugh at him LOL! They have a lot to work through, yea, but they will. A lot of instances of the story will have them talking about things because they want to. Not because they were forced to, it's quite a difference. They have things to learn about eachother.