Implications and Possibilities

by CLK

Someone else's life brings unexpected changes to Harm and Mac’s world. Originally this was 2 separate stories: Implications and Possibilities & a requested sequel Implications and Possibilities: The Missing Years. I have combined it into a single story.

2. Chapter 9 thru 16

Chapter 9

JAG Headquarters
Monday 1100

Harm sat gazing out the window. He'd spent the better part of the last three hours accomplishing next to nothing. He'd shuffled files back and forth from one side of his desk to the other, but little progress had actually been made. No matter how many times he read each file, his mind always returned to David, Catherine, Mac, and Clay. His imagination unfolding in various assorted scenarios.

He'd made at least one decision. It's the only thing that made sense no matter the outcome. The only thing left to do now, besides wait, was to let Mac know what he'd done.

The buzzing of his intercom brought his mind back to the responsibilities at hand.

"Sir. There's a Mr. Andrew Gayle at the front desk. Say's he doesn't have an appointment. Shall I send him up anyway?" the guard on duty inquired.

"Yes, that will be fine."

Opening his desk drawer, Harm pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen. The news couldn't be good if Andy was coming in person. By the time he took the medication and returned the bottle to its rightful place, Harriet was at his door announcing Andy.

"Thanks, Harriet." He stood up and waved Andy into his office.

"Before you ask, Catherine is fine." Andy saw the wave of relief wash over Harm.

"As a matter of fact, there might even be good news. The nurse spent a good deal of time trying to explain why, but all I walked away with is Catherine is reacting to pain."

Harm, nodded waiting for more information.

"Apparently patients in a coma often do what the nurse kept referring to as 'posturing' and family members often cling to that as movement." Shrugging his shoulders, Andy continued. "Apparently it's not really movement, but Catherine's movements ARE a response to pain stimuli which leads the nurse to believe she may be on her way to waking up," he smiled eagerly.

"That's great news." Harm leaned over and patted Andy on the shoulder sporting a broad grin.

"They're still only giving her a 30 chance of recovery, but it sounds heavenly to me compared to Thursday night." He and Harm nodded in agreement.

"I can't stay long. I want to be there if Catherine wakes up. I just wanted to give you this." Andy placed a plain white envelope on Harm's desk. "I hope it helps." Taking a deep breath, he put his hands on his knees. "I'd better get back to the hospital." Without further delay Andy stood up. Leaning forward, he shook Harm's hand and left.

Harm looked at the envelope that was now lying atop his many files. A plain white letter sized envelope with Harmon Rabb Jr. handwritten in a flowing script. Picking the envelope up as though it might burn him, Harm turned his chair around to face the window. Opening the sealed envelope, he removed the letter and began to read.

Only a few minutes had passed when Mac came knocking on Harm's door.

"I noticed Andy was here. Is everything okay?" She hated to just come out and ask if something had happened to Catherine.

Finishing the last of the letter, for the second time, Harm spun his chair around to look at Mac.

"Catherine is doing better." Pointing at the door. "Go ahead and close the hatch. We need to talk." He gestured to the seat in front of him with the hand still holding the letter.

Mac tried not to hold her breath. Yesterday had been a little tense at first. The news about Clayton had left the two of them walking on eggshells. Harm was afraid to mention him for fear of upsetting Mac. Mac was afraid to mention him because of David. Of course, it was David that made their day right. The little bundle broke the tension between them before they'd even had breakfast. Harm was just stepping out of the shower when he heard Mac's cry.

"Uggh!"

Tightening the towel around his waist, Harm rushed into the room to see what had happened.

Sarah was standing in front of the bed by the baby, with her arms up in the air, staring down at herself.

"Are you okay, is something wrong?" Harm was already at her side scanning her body for anything out of the ordinary.

"I just broke the cardinal rule." She started to giggle. "I forgot to keep him covered."

She reached down tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt holding it away from her body.

"Here, let me help." Harm laughed, grabbing the towel that was draped around his neck, he began patting down Mac's shirt. The wet spot unfortunately, was sprawled across her chest. Harm was making serious efforts not to react to the softness of her breasts as he pressed against them trying to wipe away the dampness.

Letting out a rather loud snort, Harm stifled a laugh, handed Mac the towel. "You'd better finish this." He kissed her on the cheek and walked back into the bathroom.

Mac stood there laughing loudly. It felt good.

The rest of the day was spent at home, enjoying the baby and remembering the good things about Clayton Webb.

Hearing Harm clear his throat, Mac realized he had been talking to her.

"I'm sorry Harm, what was that?"

"Do you remember me telling you that before Jennifer moved in with Mattie I was looking for a small house?"

"Vaguely," she nodded.

"Well, I thought about this a lot yesterday, and again this morning. If Catherine doesn't make it, I'm going to be guardian to two children for at least another three years." He looked at her a moment while he gathered his thoughts about how to proceed.

"Even if Catherine pulls through, which is starting to look more likely, she will have a very long recovery time before she'll be in any condition to take care of a baby."

"Agreed, so what are you saying?"

"I put a bid in this morning on that house we looked at Saturday." Unconsciously he pushed his seat back slightly, probably to avoid the potential line of fire.

"You what?" she questioned incredulous.

"I put in an offer on that house," he repeated.

"I thought that's what you said. Don't you think this is a bit premature? Not to mention the house is rather large for a family of three that could very well be a family of two, or even one, in less than a year." Mac tried to keep her voice calm, but what in God's name was the man thinking?

"We both agree the house has great potential. It needs so much work that it's a good buy, and I've already had plenty of practice fixing up my apartment." He rolled his seat closer to his desk feeling more secure she wasn't planning on doing him any bodily harm.

"You're mind is made up already?" It wasn't really a question.

"Mac, I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone. I hope to some day be able to fill that house with my kids and all their friends on the block." He really wanted her to be happy for him.

"Well, I have to agree, the place could hold the whole neighborhood." She gave Harm half a smile.

"There's something else. Read this." Harm handed Mac the letter.

Taking hold of the dangling sheet of paper before her, Mac sat back in the chair and began to read:

Dear Harm,

If you're reading this then something awful must have happened to me.

I know I've said it before, but thank you. In the short time we've known each other, and the little time we spent together, you've become one of the best friends I've ever had. No one was ever so willing to sacrifice so much of himself in the name of friendship. Your support through everything means a great deal to me. I know beyond any doubt, that whatever life may throw my way, I can count on you to be there for me. Including whatever has caused you to read this letter.

I'm sure by now you must be wondering what would have possessed me to name you, a confirmed bachelor, as David's guardian.

Here goes: You are the most honorable, noble man I have ever met. Your loyalty to your friends, and compassion for strangers is limitless.

There is no better man to set an example for my son. I know in my heart that you will love him and teach him to follow your legacy, of honor, loyalty and compassion.

You will be an excellent father. Someone he can look up to with pride and love. Someone he can go to in time of need secure that you will be there for him, as you have been for me, regardless of whether or not he's brought his troubles on himself.

I have every confidence that you will love David as much as if he were your own son. You were born to be a dad. His father is a good man, but he would never be a good dad. Maybe it's enough to know if I had met you first, perhaps he would be your son.

As for the confirmed bachelor, if I can't be around to raise my son, I don't know any other woman I would trust more with my child than Colonel MacKenzie. Don't hand me that line about just friends. Stop lying to yourself. She's good for you and she'll be good for David.

I'm sure she's already taking care of you and David. Let her.

Thank you,

Love,

Catherine

Mac set the letter down on the desk and looked up at Harm. He was staring out the window again.

"She's right." Came out in a low strong voice.

His head snapped around to look at her.

"You were born to be a dad. There is no better man for the job." Blushing slightly, "After all, I was willing to have you father my child."

"Was?" Harm knew this wasn't the time for this, but it just came out.

"Am." The silence hung heavy between them.

Cursing her internal clock, "I have to be in court in 12 minutes. Shall we finish this when I get home?"

"Yeah, later." Harm smiled but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't know if he would be up to this conversation, but he knew he couldn't afford not to be.

Chapter 10

Harm's apartment
Near Union Station
2005

Mac was exhausted after spending an extra two hours at the office trying to straighten out a paper snafu before court tomorrow morning.

Letting herself in the front door, she looked around slowly to see if the baby was still up. Her eyes fell on Harm, lying back on the sofa reading a file, with one soundly asleep infant perched on his shoulder. She couldn't fight the huge grin that spread across her face. Catherine was right, he was born to be a Dad.

"Want me to put him to bed?" She was pretty sure Harm wasn't ready to hand over the baby.

"Nah, he's comfortable. He should be up soon anyway for his before bedtime bottle. There's some pasta on the stove if you're hungry." He nodded in the direction of the kitchen before returning to his folders.

"I guess you don't need me anymore." Mac pulled out a plate and began serving some dinner. "You've taken care of David and dinner," she teased playfully, but deep down she feared there was more truth to her statement than she wanted there to be.

"We'll always need you, Mac." Harm stood up, taking David to the bedroom.

Mac started eating her dinner while she waited for Harm to return.

Taking the seat on the sofa next to Mac, Harm softly slid his hand back and forth between Mac's shoulders.

She knew he was buying time to compose his thoughts so she continued eating.

"Would you consider staying with me to help with David?" Harm watched her swallow her mouthful, hard.

"Where?" She reached for some water, even though the lump in her throat was more than the pasta.

"Wherever." He was still gently rubbing her back.

"You really think you'll need me." She set the dish and the glass of water on the coffee table.

"I could probably do it alone. Lots of single parents do now a days, but I'd rather not have to." Harm's gaze had been steady and sure. Mac didn't know what to make of it.

"You're going to do this house thing anyway aren't you? I mean even though it looks like Catherine may recover and knowing David isn't yours." She shifted slightly to better see his face, but stayed close enough so he wouldn't stop touching her.

"I don't love Mattie any less because she's not my biological child." His gaze looked steady, but his stomach was doing 9 G's.

"True." She took a cleansing breath. "I suppose there's plenty of room for me at the house." She tilted her head pensively.

"You could have the master bedroom, and I'll even install a whirlpool tub for you." One eyebrow inched up slowly.

She wasn't so sure a whirlpool tub was a suitable substitute for sharing his bed, but maybe it could be a start. Maybe this wasn't such a crazy idea.

"I could build that sandbox you suggested for David too. " The corners of his mouth twitched nervously in an effort to smile.

"Could we get a pool table for the second floor landing? Bud and Sturgis would love that." A trace of a smile was slowly appearing on Mac's face.

"Yeah, there's probably hardwood under that carpet, I could pull it up and refinish the floors." His stomach was settling down, but his mouth wouldn't stop. "If I re-seed, the yard will be great for barbecues."

"You'll have to redo the kitchen first if you're planning on barbecues." Mac shifted again leaning her back further into Harm's touch. Maybe this could work.

"Okay, tub, kitchen, floors and sandbox. Anything else?" Harm raised his other hand to her back and began rubbing her shoulders in earnest.

"That will do for starters." Now she was grinning.

Eyes closed, her mind envisioned the entire scene:

A warm summer day, not too hot, not too cold. She could see Harm through the kitchen window flipping burgers and chatting with Sturgis.

"Mac, ….MAC…. MAACC!

"Oh, sorry. Guess I was lost in thought." Mac didn't really want to come back from the dream.

"So you'll help me?" Harm inquired timidly.

"I'd like to, but..."

"But, what?" Harm's stomach was back to doing summersaults again.

"There's a lot to consider here. You're not just talking about hanging out for a little while to help you out, you're talking about me moving into a house with you indefinitely, lock stock and barrel. This changes things." Mac really wanted to do this but the implications this could have, not only in their lives but their careers, were starting to hit her.

Harm wasn't sure what to say. What would convince her? He didn't want to say too much too soon, but saying too little has never helped either. God he didn't want to blow it.

"We could make it work." He opted for the slow but sure approach. Some habits don't change easily.

Mac had to take a deep breath. She needed to decide what did she want, the chance at the dream with Harm or her damn safety net, and she needed to decide fast.

"Look Mac, I've bought the big house. Well, at least I will have when we close in 27 days. You said yourself it's bigger than I need, even with Mattie and David. I promise you can have all the space and privacy you need." Harm was still gently massaging her shoulders, waiting for some reaction.

"Look at it this way, all the free back rubs you want." Even though Mac couldn't see it, Harm was smiling for all he was worth.

"You really wouldn't mind me having the master bedroom?" He was only offering her friendship, but she had never been happier than the last few days she'd spent with Harm, despite some of the more trying moments.

"No, you can even have another bedroom for an office if you'd like." Harm would give her the moon if she'd just say yes.

"Whirlpool tub does sound nice." Mac was trying not to let her mind wander off into the future again.

"What happens when Catherine gets better and takes David back?" Mac's shoulders tensed slightly.

Harm couldn't help letting out a small sigh.

"It will be a long time before Catherine will be in any shape to take care of a baby. It'll probably be months before she's even out of the hospital system."

Mac didn't say anything, he hadn't really answered her question, and Harm pretty much knew it.

"Even when David is gone, I'll still have a teenage girl to deal with, and no matter how hard I try, you fit the description of mother better than I do." Taking on a baby was one thing, now he's clearly asking her to take on a teenager as well. Harm wondered if Mac realized he wanted it all with her. David, Mattie, and he hadn't forgotten their deal.

"What if you sublet your apartment. Then if Catherine recovers more quickly than we expect, and being room mates isn't working, you'd still have your old apartment."

Fighting the butterflies doing a ballet in her stomach, "That could work." Mac really did want this to work. "How would we explain this to the Admiral?"

"Last time I looked, two officers being roommates didn't break any rules. Besides, he seems to have a soft spot for David. I'm willing to bet he'll cut us some slack." Harm smiled at the memory of the Admiral playing on the floor of his office with the baby.

A low whimper could be heard coming from Harm's room. Within moments, the sound had swollen to a loud wail.

"David," the two voices echoed in unison.

"I'll get him." Mac stood up and was practically at the bedroom steps before Harm had time to react.

Having changed, rocked, and fed the baby, Mac strolled back into the living room with David cradled in her shoulder.

"He doesn't seem to want to go back to sleep." Mac stood closer to Harm as she began swaying with the baby.

Standing up and putting one arm around Mac's lower back and the other hand softly patting the baby's back, "So what do you say? Up to the challenge marine?" Harm's confident flyboy grin was visibly spread across his face. If he couldn't convince her, he knew she couldn't say no to David.

Taking a deep breath, "Yeah, let's at least try."

The two friends stood side by side, frozen in the moment, dreams of their futures filling their minds.

CHAPTER 11

Harm's apartment
Next morning
0700

Harm and Mac were moving about the apartment in their now usual morning routine when Mattie came through the front door.

"Morning guys." She immediately went over to the carrier to goo and gah at David.

"He really is such a cute baby. You sure he's not yours?" Mattie raised one eyebrow at Harm.

"Believe it or not Mattie, there are cute babies in this world that I have not fathered." Harm rolled his eyes before returning his attention to the eggs he was scrambling.

"You're running on-time this morning. Any reason in particular?" Even though this was only Mac's third school morning ritual, she was well aware of the fact that punctuality was not one of Mattie's long suits, much to Harm's chagrin.

"Go figure, everything just worked," she shrugged, taking a seat at the table and reaching for some toast.

"It's probably a good thing, because we need to discuss a few things," Harm said, carrying the frying pan over to the table. Scooping some eggs onto everyone's plates, he looked towards Mac for a little encouragement. Reassured by her soft smile, he continued.

"On Saturday, Mac and I took a look through a house for sale next door to David's new babysitter. It's really much bigger than what you and I would need, but…" he said proudly, "it's in need of some minor repairs and major updating, so it's a great bargain."

He looked at Mattie chomping away happily at her eggs and toast, wondering if it was a good or bad thing that she didn't seem very interested.

"Even though it looks more hopeful for David's mother to recover…"

"Cool. But I'm gonna miss him," Mattie said, scowling between mouthfuls.

Well, at least now Harm knew her lack of reaction was directly related to her need for fuel and not her indifference to the situation.

"That's what I was getting to. Even though his mom will probably recover, her injuries are so severe that it will be a long while before she'll be able to care for him herself."

"Not that I'm glad she's going to be sick so long – but it's been neat having a baby brother around." Mattie smiled and reached for her juice.

Mac held back a small smile, encouraging Harm to continue with a nod of her head.

"Well, that baby 'brother' requires a lot of care, and without Mac I don't think I could have pulled this off." He glanced over at Mac, who had finished her breakfast and was now slowly sipping her coffee.

"Okay, so what's the point?" Exasperated, Mattie looked at Harm.

Harm's eyes flew wide in astonishment. Teenagers! If she'd stop interrupting he'd have been finished already.

"The point is, if Mac is going to keep helping me with David, we can't keep sharing a one bedroom apartment. She needs her own room. I put an offer in on the house and it was accepted. We'll all be moving in about 30 days."

"COOL!" Looking from Mac then to Harm. "So you guys are finally going to get together!" She jumped up and hugged Mac, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. Then turned to hug Harm.

Accepting the heartfelt embrace, Harm answered in her ear. "Not the way you mean, no. Mac's coming to help us, all of us. She'll have her own room."

"Oh. That bites." Mattie pulled away, frowning.

"Mattie! Your language."

Mac's initial shock at Mattie's declaration had quickly changed to sheer amusement at watching Harm in father mode.

"Well, I mean, you guys have been sleeping together for days. Don't stop on my account."

Mac spit her coffee out. Harm's jaw dropped to the floor.

"What? You didn't think I could tell no one's been sleeping on the couch? Come on Harm, I may be young but I'm not stupid. Any idiot can see you two have the hots for each other. Besides, you've been getting along REALLY well since Mac moved in here."

Looking over at Mac and then down at his watch, Harm finally found his voice. "You don't want to be late. Gather your things up and we'll discuss this in the car on the way to school."

Mac nodded her head. "As soon as I drop David off at the sitter's, I have to meet with the technician at the lab over the Mensen case. What if we meet later for lunch?"

"See you then." Harm nodded following Mattie out the door.

Harm's Lexus
On the Road

"Okay young lady, the first thing we need to get straight is that Mac is not moving in with us to be with me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Mattie was staring intently at Harm. "Mac doesn't strike me as the kind of woman who would sleep with just anyone."

"That's another thing – she's not sleeping with me. We're sharing a bed. I mean, we do sleep in the same bed, but that's ALL we do."

Stone faced, Mattie was still staring at Harm.

"Look, I can't let chivalry go down the drain and force Mac to sleep on a sofa just because I've punched out three times and my almost 40 year old back can't take consecutive nights on a short couch. We're both adults and have been friends for a lot of years. We can share a bed and only sleep. Got it?"

Mattie's lip twitched a little somewhere between skepticism and total disbelief.

"For heaven's sake Mattie, Mac's just found out her boyfriend is dead. Do you really think I'm such a cad that I would take advantage of that vulnerability to have sex with her?" Harm looked at Mattie pointedly.

"Let's say for now that maybe I buy into this 'no sex, just sleep' bit."

"Mattie…" Harm practically moaned.

"At least admit you have the hots for Mac and wouldn't object to really sleeping with her. That is what you want, isn't it?"

"Mattie, we are not having that conversation." Harm's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Of course he wanted to be really sleeping with her! He'd have to be dead not to want that.

"We are doing whatever we have to do to get through this difficult situation. From now on you mind your manners and keep your opinions about my personal life between us. Is that clear?" Harm finished as they pulled up to the school.

Grabbing her backpack and lunch, Mattie opened the door to get out.

"Okay, we'll do this your way. For now." Tapping the now closed car door, she turned and headed into school.

Why did he ever believe he was qualified to raise a teenager? Shaking his head as he pulled out of the parking lot, Harm set off for the office.

JAG Headquarters
Outside patio
1300 hours

"Do you think she finally believed you?" Mac asked as she took a bite out of her sandwich.

"I hope so. It's going to be difficult enough without her romantic teenage imagination." Harm wasn't really eating. It was more like he was playing with his salad.

"This is really bothering you, isn't it?" Mac put her sandwich down.

"Yeah, I guess it is," he sighed softly. "I just don't like the idea that she would think that one minute you and I would be just friends and the next minute I'd be jumping your bones." Harm's eyes shot open at the bluntness of his own words.

"Relax Harm, I know what you mean. You can't really blame her for making the assumptions she did. I don't think it says anything about how she sees you or what you're in for. She's a good kid with a level head on her shoulders. She'll come around to understanding. You'll see." Mac reached out to gently stroke his arm. In the few days they'd spent together, on what was often an emotional roller coaster, they'd become less apprehensive about touching and comforting each other.

This gentle show of support and affection felt perfectly natural to both of them. Had they not both been in uniform, Mac would have readily put her arm around Harm for a hug.

"Do you think the admiral will react the same way?" Giving up on the salad, Harm set his fork down.

"The admiral is many things, but a melodramatic teenager isn't one of them. I'm sure he'll understand what we're doing." Mac started cleaning up the lunchtime mess.

"Just the same, let's wait until tomorrow to tell him. I think I could use a good night's sleep to recover from telling Mattie." Harm threw a few things in the trash as they turned back into the building.

"Yes, Chicken Little," Mac giggled to herself, walking inside ahead of him.

Chapter 12

JAG Headquarters
Next day
Admiral Chegwidden's office

Harm and Mac had explained the entire situation to Jennifer Coates the night before over dinner. Thankfully, she had not assumed her two superior officers were hot bunking. At least if she did, she didn't let on, and that gave Harm some hope for facing the admiral.

Originally concerned that on her own Jen would face her previous roommate struggles, Harm and Mac offered her a room in the new house. The place really was big enough for a small hotel if they were so inclined. After some discussion, it was agreed that Coates would sublet the colonel's apartment and share it with a friend from the Seahawk who would be reassigned to DC in a few weeks. Mac had been living at the apartment so long her rent was reasonable enough for Jen to afford with the help of only one other person and the neighborhood was more appropriate for two single females.

Confident they had all their ducks in a row, the two sat patiently in front of the admiral's desk waiting for his undivided attention.

The admiral put his glasses down on the desk in front of him.

"What can I do for you two? I presume this has something to do with Master David." The admiral placed his clasped hands on the desk beside his glasses.

"Yes, sir, in a round about way, it does," Harm replied.

"How about you tell me what it is in a not so round about way, Commander." Harm and Mac both noted the sharpness in the admiral's tone.

"Well sir, as you know I have enough of a challenge keeping up with my responsibilities for Mattie. Although, I've come a long way in just a few days in my understanding of handling a young infant, I still have much to learn. Between Mattie, David, and Catherine, I really do need the colonel's help."

The Admiral hadn't moved a muscle. His face was expressionless. There was some doubt as to whether or not he was even breathing.

"My one bedroom apartment wasn't really appropriate for a teenager, and it's certainly not big enough for a teenager and a baby. In order to properly care for both wards and have Mac's help as well, I've bought a house here in Falls Church."

"And exactly how does the colonel fit into this new picture you've painted?" His eyebrows raised just a tad at this question.

"She would be taking one of the spare bedrooms, sir." Harm sat ramrod straight in his chair.

Admiral Chegwidden sat back in the chair crossing his arms in front of him.

"I see." He looked carefully at Harm then over at Mac. Both officers were focusing intently on some unknown spot behind AJ. Years of military training hid any traces of discomfort they might be feeling.

"Am I to understand you will be sharing separate quarters?" His tone was much softer now.

"Yes, sir," Mac answered. "I've sublet my apartment to Petty Officer Coates. This way the apartment will still be available to me when the commander doesn't need my help anymore." Mac had turned to look AJ in the eye.

AJ thought he saw Harm flinch when Mac said, 'until he didn't need her anymore'. How could these two come so far and still be so blind? Was there anything on this earth that would make them realize how much they would always need each other?

"Do you intend to keep your personal affairs out of this office?" That might have been a poor choice of words, but he was sure he was making his point.

"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

"Then I do not see where it is any concern of mine who you choose for a roommate. If that's all, dismissed." He put his glasses back on and picked up some papers in front of him.

"Aye, sir." Was heard as they turned, promptly leaving his office.

Looking at the now closed door. If this didn't get these two together, nothing short of a direct order to make love would get them to face their feelings for each other. AJ prayed that David would be the answer. He didn't know how many more years of this dance he had left in him.

Coming out of the admiral's office, Mac winked at Jennifer Coates. She and Harm made their way to her office.

"Well, that wasn't as bad as it could have been," Mac said keeping pace with Harm.

"No, I suppose we could both be packing for Alaska," Harm chuckled.

"Three down and three to go. Who do we tackle next?" Mac asked. "Bud and Harriet, or Sturgis?"

"I don't think I'm up to Harriet just yet, how about Sturgis?"

"Sturgis it is. Lead the way." Biting back a laugh at Harm's unease at facing Harriet, Mac waved her arm yielding the lead to Harm.

"You know buddy, I've had my doubts through the years about you ever settling down. You've proven to be quite the family man. I'm proud of you." Sturgis shook Harm's hand, patting him firmly on the back with his free hand. "Seriously."

Mac sat back grinning at the two.

"So, the admiral was okay with this arrangement?" Sturgis looked at his two friends.

"Apparently. As long as we keep any issues out of the office, he doesn't care who we choose as a roommate." Harm was starting to feel more and more comfortable sharing the details of the situation with people. He'd begun to think Mac was right and he shouldn't use Mattie's reaction as a barometer for measuring their friend's responses.

"How is Catherine doing?" A seriousness draped over Sturgis' eyes as he asked the question.

"The doctors are hopeful. She's still in a coma, but they improve her odds daily. I stop by the hospital on my way home every night and talk to her a little about how David is doing. The nurses say that helps." This was something Harm was painfully aware would be difficult if it weren't for Mac picking David up from daycare every day.

"I hate to break this up, but if we don't want to get chewed out by the admiral for bringing our personal affairs into the office, we'd better at least try and look like we're getting some work done." Mac stood up to make her way back to her own office.

"Wait up, Mac." Harm said while she still stood in the doorway.

"Why don't you ask Harriet to join us for lunch later outside and I'll ask Bud." Harm lightly placed his hand on her forearm.

Sturgis smiled to himself watching the exchange before him. He was pretty sure Mac still hadn't told Harm their little secret. Maybe this whole situation would finally knock some sense into them. Still smiling, he returned to the work on his desk.

Patio Outside JAG
1230

"Oh, sir, that's wonderful news. You did such a great job on your apartment. I know you'll do wonders on the new house." Harriet's gleeful smile spread to everyone at the table.

"I've been so wrapped up in Catherine and David that I haven't really sat down to think about it, but you're right. I really enjoyed fixing up the apartment, this will be fun for me." Harm and Harriet were wearing matching grins.

"What will you do with the apartment, sir?" Bud asked.

"Sell it. I should make a nice profit which will help pay for the remodeling of the new place." Harm was enjoying today's meal with more enthusiasm than the previous day's salad.

"Will you be needing help to move? Harriet and I are both available for whatever you need," Bud added.

"With two kids, and moving two apartments, I think we're going to let the professional's do it." Harm continued eating his lunch.

"Two apartments? Oh, you mean Mattie and Jen's?" Harriet's brow flickered from confusion to understanding in a flash.

"Ah, no. I guess I wasn't clear. When I said Mac was going to be helping, I meant, she'll be moving in also." Harm stopped eating and concentrated on the various thoughts playing out in Harriet's eyes.

Slowly the edges of Harriet's mouth began to inch upward until her eyes and smile were so bright she could have lit up half of DC in a blackout.

Deciding to cut Harriet off at the pass before she jumped to any conclusions.

"Mac will have the master bedroom with its own bath and I'll take the room next to the nursery."

Harriet's eyes squinted slightly but the smile never faded. She didn't know who they thought they were fooling, but her friends were finally moving in the right direction and she was happy for them.

Clapping her hands together enthusiastically. "So when is moving day? We have a house warming to plan for." Harriet pulled out a pen and some paper from her handbag and began scribbling.

Noticing the look on Harm and Mac's faces. "You might as well accept it, sir. Once Harriet's made up her mind, well, it's made up." Bud shrugged his shoulders asking forgiveness with his eyes.

"It'll be lots of fun. We're all due for a good party." Mac reassured Bud with her smile, then glanced at Harm to do the same.

The small gestures and nonverbal communication between Harm and Mac were not lost on Harriet. They'd always had a special connection, but now it seemed more constant. She practically bounced in her seat as she wrote out her plans. This was going to be better than Christmas.

CHAPTER 13

That evening
GW Hospital

Harm came down the new hallway. Catherine had moved from intensive care to critical care. It was still serious, but the rules for visitation were more lax. Being in a regular room gave everyone the sense that she was making progress.

As usual, Andy was sitting by Catherine's side.

"Hi there." Andy stood up to greet Harm.

The two had fallen into a routine. Andy would give up his seat close to Catherine so that Harm could tell her all about David. He enjoyed hearing the stories as well. There wasn't really much to tell. At three months, the stories consisted mostly of smiles and sounds, the best entertainment arising from who was spit up on.

"Anything new?" Harm asked as he took his seat.

"Not much, they've changed the settings on the respirator. She's mostly breathing on her own now. I think it's set to kick in only if she takes longer than a certain amount of time to take a breath. It's nice not seeing her chest heave so forcefully anymore." Andy sat on the foot of the bed, gently rubbing his sister's leg.

"Did they mention when they're going to take her off it?" Harm was stroking Catherine's hand as he and Andy spoke.

"If she holds her own, maybe in a couple of days."

Andy noticed how tenderly Harm was stroking Catherine's hand. He could tell Harm's heart belonged to Mac, yet it was obvious he held great affection for Catherine. He hoped David turned out to be Harm's. David still didn't know about Catherine's letter.

"Porter Webb came by again today," Andy commented casually. "She sat with Catherine while I went to get something to eat."

"That was nice of her." Harm's gut was starting to tell him something.

"She asked about Catherine's relationship with her son." Andy saw Harm shift in his seat. "I explained, I didn't know anymore than she did. As far as I know, they were business associates, worked for the same company."

"As far as we know," Harm mumbled to himself.

"Any word on the DNA yet?"

"No, we sent it through our regular source in hopes of getting the results sooner. If we'd sent it to a private lab it could take up to six weeks."

Andy whistled. "I didn't realize it could take that long."

"That's why we didn't go through a private lab. We could hear back anytime now from our lab, it just depends how backed up they are."

"Sooner would definitely be better than later." Andy shifted wondering if Clayton Webb could really be David's father. Sooner would be good.

JAG Headquarters
Late Thursday morning
Harm's office.

"Rabb…mnhm…Mmhm…I see…Yes. Thank you."

Staring down at his desk, Harm didn't notice Petty Officer Coates standing in his doorway.

"Anything wrong sir?" She didn't like the look on his face.

"No, Jen. What can I do for you?"

"The Admiral told me to give these to you." She handed the Commander a stack of files. "He said you'd know what to do with them."

"Thank you, Jen." He watched her turn towards the door. "Jen, would you please ask Colonel MacKenzie to come to my office when she has a minute."

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks. Also, I'm expecting a confidential fax. Would you see it gets to my office as soon as it arrives."

"Yes, sir." Something was not right, she was sure of it. So lost in her own musings, Jen didn't see Colonel MacKenzie standing outside her office until she had plowed into her full speed ahead.

Grabbing each other for stability. "Sorry ma'am. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Obviously, want to share what had you so deep in thought?"

"It's nothing ma'am. Commander Rabb needs to see you in his office when you have a minute." Jen straightened her shoulders in an attempt to hide her disquietude.

"Thank you, Jen." Mac turned immediately for Harm's office. Her instincts told her Jennifer's demeanor had something to do with Harm's request to see her.

When she reached Harm's office, he was staring out the window, his back to her.

"You rang?" She teased, trying to hide her concern.

Turning to face her, he saw she was still standing. He waited for her to sit down before speaking.

"I heard from the lab. They're faxing the results to me, but knew I'd want to know as soon as possible. They found a match… Clayton's David's father."

Mac didn't know what to say. She watched Harm's face carefully for some hint of what he might be thinking.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I was prepared for it. Clayton being David's father won't change anything."

Harm was a little surprised to find he wasn't really all that upset. His previous anger at Clayton for taking Mac and David had passed. David was a wonderful baby, but Harm wanted his children to have their mother's brown eyes. He wanted children with Mac, no one else. He was still holding out hope that it just might happen yet.

Still focusing intently on Harm's face, Mac was relieved to notice a sense of calm wash over him. Maybe he really was prepared. She breathed a small sigh of relief.

Admiral Chegwidden's office
1600 hours

"The report looks pretty cut and dry," the admiral commented, still looking over the paper.

"Yes, sir. The petty officer has no alibi, he was seen by several witnesses with the victim only two hours earlier, we're still awaiting the DNA results," Sturgis reported concisely.

"The media is having a field day with this. I want this handled quickly and as quietly as possible. Turner, you'll prosecute, Rabb, defend." The admiral walked around behind his desk.

"If the DNA comes back conclusive, I expect to have this settled outside of court." The admiral sat down in his chair.

"Yes, sir," the two senior attorneys chorused.

"Dismissed, and tell Coates to bring me some aspirin." The admiral put his hand up to the bridge of his nose.

Closing the door behind them, Harm walked up to Jennifer's desk.

"Sir, you've had several phone calls. This one woman has called three times in the last hour. I explained you were in a meeting with the admiral and I'd give you the message as soon as you came out."

Harm sorted through the stack of messages he had been given. "Oh, I almost forgot, the admiral needs some aspirin."

Finding the three messages from the persistent woman. He turned to Jennifer, who was getting ready to enter the admiral's office, bottle of aspirin in hand.

"Did this caller say what she wanted?" Some of the color had drained from his face.

"No, sir. She was very polite, almost pleasant, but made it very clear she wanted to speak to you today."

"Thanks, Jen." Harm took all the messages and marched straight to his office.

Twenty minutes later he was standing in front of Mac's door.

"Got room for a tired sailor?" Harm joked unsuccessfully.

"Always," Mac smiled back. When she saw Harm close the door behind him, she knew something else was up.

"When I came out of the admiral's office earlier Jen handed me three messages from a woman who was rather insistent she speak to me today."

Mac held her breath waiting for the other shoe to fall.

"It was Porter Webb. She met with the family lawyer this afternoon and wants to meet with me this evening."

Mac swallowed hard looking for her voice. "What for?"

"She wouldn't say over the phone. What do you say we ask Jen or Mattie to stay with David and you come with me?" His eyes were pleading.

"If you want me there, of course I'll go with you." Mac was trying not to look as panicked as she felt.

"I'd rather not have to face her alone. Mac, she didn't come out and say it, but I'm sure she knows."

CHAPTER 14

Porter Webb's home
Suburban Washington DC

Mattie and Jen were both delighted to baby-sit David. Mattie took great pleasure in teasing Harm about how much money she was going to earn.

Harm and Mac had driven to Porter Webb's home in total silence. The Webb family home was an impressive edifice. The wealth and stature of the inhabitants was evident in even the smallest detail. Riding up the drive, past the well-manicured lawn, Mac reached over to hold Harm's hand. "It will be fine. You'll see."

Harm smiled over at her. He would never have managed any of this without her.

The interior of the home was considerably less formal than it's outside appearance. Much to their surprise, the living room in which they waited for Mrs. Webb was comfortable and inviting.

"Somehow, I remembered this house to be more stiff. I don't know why," Harm said studying the room. Maybe it had something to do with three-piece suits.

"Commander, thank you so much for coming." Porter Webb attempted to smile as she made her entrance.

"May I offer you something to drink?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa across from Harm and Mac.

"No, thank you," Harm answered for both of them.

"Clayton didn't have many friends, but of course you must know that." Turning her gaze from Harm to Mac, "He was especially fond of you, Colonel."

"Clay was special to me too, ma'am." Mac was beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

"I will get straight to the point. As I told you on the phone earlier today, I've been to see our family lawyer. Clayton had always told me if anything happened to him before I passed on he didn't want a fuss. He said anything I would need to know would be in his will." She took a few deep, calming breaths.

"There will be no memorial services. He was very specific, he didn't want people bothering over him more in death than they did in life. However, there will be a small graveside service tomorrow for family only. I would like you to please bring David." She was trying not to fidget with the handkerchief she was holding.

"I've been told I have a grandson," she said proudly, raising her chin.

"Yes, ma'am," Harm confirmed softly.

"I also understand, Catherine has named you guardian. My son's instructions to me were quite clear. He felt Catherine was a wonderful mother and wants me to support her in any way I can." She paused to see if Mac or Harm had anything to say.

Harm and Mac were in military mode, their feelings unreadable, their posture rigid.

"It is my intention to see to it that David is raised in the image of his father and the Webb heritage. I also intend to do everything in my power to ensure Catherine gets the best medical attention available. For now I have every confidence that you and the colonel will take excellent care of my grandson." Once again her gaze went from Harm to Mac.

"I am especially thankful that Catherine has chosen someone, and in this case two someone's, who were so close to my son." She turned to face Harm again. "However, if Catherine does not recover, we shall revisit the conditions of this arrangement."

Harm was numb. He believed Catherine would recover and this woman's veiled threats were a moot point. Still, he had to fight the fear rising in him that this woman might take over rearing David and turn him into another suit-wearing spook. The lawyer in him quickly recognized the benefits of saying nothing to antagonize Porter Webb was the best approach, for the time being.

"What time will the service be tomorrow?" he asked, his voice stronger than he would have thought.

"Eleven. I would appreciate it if you could arrange for me to visit with David after the service. Honestly, I never expected I would live long enough for Clayton to make me a grandmother." Porter Webb looked directly at Mac when she said this.

Mac couldn't help but wonder if she knew more about Mac's relationship with Webb than Mac was comfortable with.

"I'm sure it won't be a problem." Standing up, "If you will excuse us, I need to get home and help Mattie with her homework." As it was, Harm was feeling guilty that he would not be able to visit with Catherine tonight, he really didn't want to let Mattie down too.

"Certainly, Commander." Mrs. Webb rose to accompany Harm and Mac to the door. "I appreciate your coming so promptly." Extending her hand to him, "I hope we understand each other."

"Yes, ma'am. I believe we do." He placed his hand on the small of Mac's back and escorted her to the car. Mac didn't really need any help to the car but Harm desperately needed to feel her, and this was the only touch he felt acceptable under the present scrutiny.

Porter Webb's home

Next day
1200 hours

The service for Clayton Webb was simple, and thank God, brief. There were only four or five other people in attendance besides Mrs. Webb, Harm, and Mac. Harm didn't know who they were and wasn't particularly curious to find out. David was a perfect angel the entire time.

When the service was over, Harm and Mac followed Mrs. Webb back to her house. David sat on her lap. She cooed, and gahed over the baby, looking like any doting, loving grandmother would. It was the total antithesis to her socialite persona.

If Harm had taken any time to think about it, he'd admit there wasn't really anything that said wealth and good manners precluded love and maternal instincts. He just hadn't pictured Porter Webb as having either of the latter. He still wasn't pleased with the idea of the woman who raised Clayton Webb being allowed to raise David. Without knowing exactly when he had decided, Harm realized he would not relinquish custody of David to anyone but Catherine without a fight.

This realization gave Harm a peaceful sense of calm. Mac could see it in his face the moment he felt it.

After only half an hour, David began fussing a little. Recognizing he was probably tired and hungry, Mrs. Webb returned him to Mac suggesting they call it a day and perhaps set up another visit.

"Are you okay?" Mac asked as they walked to the car.

"Yeah."

Mac strapped David into the carseat before stepping into the car herself. Harm closed the car door for her.

"Do you want to go home and get my car or shall we ride to work together?" Mac had almost stumbled over the word home. That was something she was going to have to get used to. She and Harm would be sharing a HOME.

"Unless you really want to, I don't see any reason we can't take my car to the office." Hearing the indifference in his own voice, Harm smiled at Mac to soften his words. He could see the relief in her face when she smiled back.

"Shall we stop and eat somewhere or do drive thru?"

"I'm swamped, would it be okay if we just went through Beltway Burgers. You can have whatever dead animal makes you happy and I'll have a mandarin salad." The weariness in his voice showed the stress of the day, despite the smile trying to hide it.

"Sure. I've got a lot to catch up on too." Mac leaned back in an effort to give Harm whatever space he required.

JAG Headquarters
1330 hours

Harm was barely off the elevator when Jennifer practically accosted him.

"Sir, you have quite a few messages. The Sec Nav has called twice. I think he wants to know if you and Commander Turner have worked out a plea yet. The majority of these can probably wait, but there's a Mr. Stevens who said you hadn't returned his call from yesterday and it's rather important.

Sitting at his desk, Harm shuffled through today and yesterday's messages. Mr. Steven's had indeed called both days. According to today's message, he was with Stevens, Tate, and Bellamy.

Quickly dialing the number, Harm sat listening to the repeated ringing.

"Yes, Harmon Rabb calling for Mr. Stevens." Years of courtroom trials had taught Harmon Rabb to sound in full control when the truth was, he was anything but.

"Hello, Mr. Rabb. Thank you for returning my call." The lawyer sounded pleasant enough.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you yesterday but it's been a busy few days and I had to attend a funeral this morning." Harm didn't know why he felt the need to explain.

"Yes, it's so sad about Mr. Webb." His voice sounded truly distressed by Clayton's death.

Harm said nothing waiting to hear why this man knew Clayton Webb.

"I represent the Webb family. I would like to see you at your earliest convenience."

Good grief. That woman couldn't even wait 24 hours to change her mind and go after David. Harm's afternoon was pretty busy but he also knew he wouldn't get much done thinking about what Mrs. Webb was up to now.

"I could make some time late this afternoon, would that work?" Harm asked, his tone still showing the confidence he didn't have.

"Yes, that would be perfect. I have to do some business in your neck of the woods around four o'clock. Would it be okay if I stopped by then?"

"Yes, four o'clock will be fine. Thank you." Harm hung up not letting go of the handset. Sighing deeply, he stared at the phone. 'Not even 24 hours.'

CHAPTER 15

JAG Headquarters
Harm's office
1550

It was taking forever for the clock to strike four. Harm had completely given up on getting any work accomplished over an hour ago. Every time his phone rang, he would practically jump out of his skin.

Harm sat in silence contemplating all the things that had happened to him in just one week. Not just little things, but major life altering things. Harm wasn't a pessimist, but he couldn't help wonder, what else could possibly happen. For the tenth time in the last hour, he was startled by the sound of the phone ringing.

"Rabb."

"Commander, its Gordon Stevens. This meeting is taking longer than I thought. Would it be a problem if I come by in about an hour?" Stevens' voice crackled from his cell phone.

"Yes that will be fine." Just what Harm needed, another hour's wait.

Lost in his own thoughts for the next thirty minutes, Harm didn't notice Mac come into his office.

"Contemplating the immortality of the crab?" she asked teasingly.

"Hmm?" Harm looked up unsure of what she had said.

"Earth to Rabb, where are you?" She crossed her arms and sat on the edge of his desk.

"Just thinking," he sighed.

"Well, I'm finished so I'm going to head out a few minutes early to get David." Mac was actually in a pretty good mood despite the stressful day. She knew Harm would feel better once he got home to Mattie and David.

"Fine, I may be a little late." Harm wasn't really giving her his full attention.

"Is the SecNav giving you a hard time?" Mac asked.

"No, I'm waiting for Porter Webb's lawyer." Harm's jaw tightened as the words came out.

Mac stiffened instantly.

"Her lawyer?"

"Yeah, he'd left a message while we were at the service for Webb."

"Did he say what he wants?" Apprehension was clearly evident in her voice.

"No." Harm was tired of second guessing himself.

"You should have told me he called." She hoped it didn't sound like she was nagging.

"I didn't see any reason for two of us not to get any work done worrying about it."

"So, you're worried." Mac knew she was, she'd hoped he wasn't.

"No. Yes. I don't know. He'll be here soon, and then we'll all know. I'll call you as soon as he leaves."

"You're sure you don't want me to stay here with you?"

"No, go get David. I'll find out what this character wants and head straight home."

There was that word again. Home. Nothing else seemed very important whenever she heard the word HOME.

"Okay, if you're sure," Mac verified.

"I am," Harm nodded.

Patting him on the arm, Mac headed back to her office to secure for the day.

Twenty minutes later the anticipated call finally came.

"Commander Rabb, there's a Mr. Gordon Stevens to see you," the guard on duty announced.

"Yes, send him up," Harm replied.

Gordon Stevens wasn't the sort of man to make a striking first impression. He was of average height, maybe five foot ten, slightly over weight, possibly due to his age. He was probably in his late forties, early fifties, with an obviously thinning hairline.

Upon closer inspection, you could see he had the look of eagles. This man would be a formidable opponent. Harm could read it in his eyes.

"What can I do for you Mr. Stevens?" Harm shook his hand then waved for him to take a seat.

"I'm the Webb family lawyer. As such I handle a variety of issues for the family."

"Including suing for custody of David Gayle?" Harm was tired of waiting he wanted to cut to the chase.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Are you here on behalf of Mrs. Webb's interest in custody of David Gayle?" Harm was losing patience.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding. Yes, I do represent Porter Webb, but I'm here today on behalf of Mr. Clayton Webb." The lawyer paused to see if Harm wanted to interrupt with some other benign comment.

"I prepared Mr. Webb's will. It's solid. There should be no contesting it, by anyone, including Mrs. Webb." He glared at Harm pointedly. "I'm here to deliver this." He handed Harm a large manila envelope.

"Clayton changed his will shortly after his son was born. He insisted if he died before Miss Gayle, while young David was still a minor, you should receive this letter upon her death or incapacitation." He gave Harm a triumphant smirk.

"I see, thank you. I apologize for being presumptuous. I had a visit with Mrs. Webb last night and it left me prepared for the worst." Harm was right, this man was a formidable opponent, but his instincts told him Stevens would be an equally valuable ally.

Looking at his watch, the attorney chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer but I have to be at another meeting twenty minutes ago."

"Thank you again for coming." Harm shook his hand again, and escorted him to the elevator.

"Remember, the will is solid," the reminded him, as the elevator doors closed.

Harm dialed Mac on his cell phone while walking to his office.

"Hi,"

"Well, what did he want?" Mac asked anxiously.

"He wasn't here representing Porter, he was here on behalf of Clay."

"Clay?" Mac was obviously confused.

"He brought me an envelope from Clay in the event of Catherine's death or incapacitation." Harm had reached his office and was packing up for the day. He placed the letter in his briefcase.

"I'm ready to get out of here. I'll read it when I get home. Be there in about twenty." Harm snapped the brief case shut just as he and Mac said good bye.

Harm's apartment
Near Union Station
Same night

When Harm reached his apartment, dinner was waiting for him.

"I have to admit, your spinach lasagna is even better than mine," Harm repeated frequently between mouthfuls.

"I thought after today, you deserved your favorite dinner. Besides, Mattie helped quite a bit," Mac smiled at Mattie.

"Well, thanks. This really hit the spot. Your spinach…"

"Lasagna is better than mine," Mac and Mattie chorused loudly. "We get the point," they laughed.

Harm held back a laugh trying to look offended. He didn't succeed and soon all three were laughing hilariously.

"Do you have much homework?" Harm took a sip of water after they'd calmed down.

"Just Geometry. I hate proofs. Can you still help me?" Mattie asked.

"No problem." Harm helped Mattie clear the table.

While Harm and Mattie worked on her homework, Mac bathed and fed David getting him ready for bed. By the time David was sleeping soundly in his bassinet, Mattie was packing up her schoolwork.

"Thanks for the help. See you at breakfast." Mattie gave a quick wave and was gone.

Harm stared at the closed door for a few seconds.

"I wonder what she was like when she was little?" Harm said not really out loud, but not really to himself.

"Shorter," Mac joked.

Successfully snapped out of his reverie, Harm walked over to his briefcase and took out the envelope.

"I guess it's time." Sitting down next to Mac on the sofa he broke open the seal.

Turning the envelope upside down, several things fell out. The first was a white envelope addressed to 'Mother'. Next was a similar envelope addressed to 'David'. The third, an envelope addressed to 'Harm'.

"I guess it's safe to assume, I'm supposed to read the one addressed to Harm," Harm teased in an attempt to break the tension.

"Why don't I go make some tea while you read the letter." Mac set her hands on the sofa to push off when Harm reached over and grabbed her hand.

"No, stay here." He broke open the seal, removed the letter, and began to read silently.

Harm:

Since it's my intention to replace this letter annually it's a safe bet that something has happened to both Catherine and me before David's first birthday.

Let me start out by saying, thank you.

Next, I'd like to explain my relationship with Catherine. Especially since I suspect there's a certain marine sitting near you right now who deserves some explanation as well.

Catherine and I have seen each other casually for years. We share several common interests, the most important being a better than average understanding of the word 'classified'. I know that's not much to base a relationship on for most people, but Catherine and I have come to depend on each other through the years for friendship and comfort.

David was not planned, but he was not a mistake. We both love him dearly. He's only a month old as I write this and I already know, he's smart, handsome, and will have his father's charm. (No comments from the peanut gallery thank you).

I know with my line of work I will never be a major part of his life. I'm already regretting that. When Catherine first told me she was naming you David's guardian upon her death, regardless of whether or not I'm alive, I knew she'd made the perfect choice.

You will be the sort of father every boy wants. David will learn the value of intangible traits such as honor and loyalty from you as easily as he might learn to play basketball or fly an airplane. Both of which I have no doubt you will teach him.

It is important to both Catherine and me that you raise our son. Knowing my mother as I do, I wouldn't put it past her to try and raise David herself. I love my mother, but she's not the best man for the job. I have included a letter for her in the event that she gives you any serious trouble. If she goes along with our requests willingly, it's best she not see the letter. Try to use it as a last resort. I leave it up to your discretion.

Now, about Mac. I'm sure she's there with you. If she's not than you're a damn fool. Knowing her as well as I do. I know she'll be there for you and David. As much as I love her, and all that I would give up for her, she could never give me what she's already given to you, her heart and soul. Love her enough for both of us.

Lastly, there should be a letter for David enclosed. Please see to it that he gets it for his 16th birthday.

Good bye my friend.

Thank you,

Clay

CHAPTER 16

Harm's apartment
Near union station

Harm folded the letter and put it back in its envelope then returned all three letters to the larger manila envelope.

"He wants to ensure I have custody of David. The letter addressed to his mother probably says that. It's for us to use if Catherine doesn't make it and Porter gets ugly." Harm reached over and took Mac's hand in his.

"He knew you'd help me." One side of Harm's mouth curled up in a smile.

Harm had decided it was best not to let Mac read the letter. He was afraid she'd feel put on the spot when she got to the part where Clay felt she loved Harm heart and soul. Besides, Harm wasn't totally convinced that was true. A more devoted friend he'd never find. But he wasn't so sure he meant more to her than that, after all she did say she was keeping her apartment for when this was over. As usual, Harm had remembered what he heard, not what Mac had said.

Feeling Mac squeeze his hand, he looked up at her.

"What else did he have to say?" She asked, probably not for the first time.

"He explained his relationship with Catherine. It sounds like they were very good friends, who occasionally offered a little additional comfort. Webb said their relationship was based mostly on a mutual understanding of the word classified." The other side of Harm's mouth curled up in a smile as he let out a small chuckle.

"Well, that's more than we had." She scooted a little closer to Harm, still holding his hand. "I learned to hate the word classified." Mac lied back heavily. Resting her head on the sofa, she closed her eyes.

Harm watched her quietly for several minutes. She is by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. The amazing thing is she's as beautiful on the inside as she is outwardly. Unconsciously he began stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Against his better judgement, his mind wandered to Clayton's letter. Could it be everyone else was right, could it be this woman had truly given her heart and soul to him and he was just too blind to see. Too engrossed in his own fears to accept the one thing he wanted most in the world.

He found himself inching closer and closer to her. His face only inches from hers, Mac opened her eyes. He searched the depths of her eyes to see what they told him. Who was right?

Seeing his steel gray eyes so close to hers, Mac's breath caught in her chest. Pulled together like magnets, they were locked in an unbreakable gaze. Without thought, or a conscious decision she could recall, she leaned in the last inch meeting his lips in a delicate caress.

Lingering in the warmth of the kiss a moment longer than he probably should have, Harm felt Mac's free arm reach around to rest on his shoulder. The gentle pressure of her hand bore the heat of a searing iron. He gasped for air at the fire that spread through him.

He drew upon years of strict military discipline and code of honor, to pull back from her tempting kiss. Her eyes were still drawing him in. The dark pools seemed to hold an invitation for more. An invitation he knew he had to refuse, for now.

Smiling softly, he let go of her hand and gently patted her thigh.

"I think I would like that cup of tea now. Can I get you one." Suppressing his desire, his voice was still a little rough.

Still so close to her, his voice so low, that sounded like the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.

"Yes, thank you. Tea sounds good."

Neither really wanting to break the spell, they tarried a little longer before making their way to the kitchen.

Harm's Apartment
Near Union Station
One week later

By now, Harm and Mac had worked out a routine much like a well-oiled machine. Mac had taken on most of the responsibilities for David. Harm focused more of his attentions on Mattie. Not that Harm didn't help with David, he did, he was proving to be an excellent dad, but Mac much preferred bathing and changing a baby to helping a 15 year old with her physics homework.

The days were long and tiring. They started at 0500 in order to have everyone up, fed and ready for their day. Depending on their morning schedule at the office, either Harm or Mac would drop David off at the sitter's.

Both Harm and Mac tried to limit their workload so they could leave the office by 5pm. Usually, Mac would pick David up from daycare, and Harm would stop by the hospital to visit with Catherine. Once, Harm even took David to the hospital to meet with Porter.

Catherine still hadn't woken up, but the doctors were pleased with her progress. Mrs. Webb had indeed hired several physicians to keep tabs on Catherine, including some physical therapy guru who was exercising Catherine's limbs regularly to slow down atrophy.

Game nights were the hardest. The end of Mattie's softball season was approaching so her game schedule seemed twice as full as usual. On these nights, Harm and Mac would meet at the school to watch the game and would pick up a pizza or something for dinner on the way home. The regular homework and bedtime routine would be crammed into what was left of the evening.

When the adult bedtime finally rolled around, Harm and Mac usually collapsed into bed in a state of total exhaustion prepared to be awoken twice more before morning. As rigorous as their schedule was, it was the nighttime feedings that were killing them. Once they would be able to get five or six straight hours of sleep, they knew things would get easier.

Today had been one of the more hectic days. Harm had a case in court that ran over so he had to skip his usual visit with Catherine in order to make it on time to Mattie's game. On top of that, it was an away game 30 minutes further east, so Harm picked Mac up at the apartment and they drove together to the game.

"I don't know if it's because I was so hungry or if Wong's has a new cook, but this is the best take out chinese we've ever had!" Mattie said as she put her fork down and began gathering her math papers.

"Is that it? Are we done with the homework?" Harm asked stretching his back and yawning.

"That's it. Old man Brady is a softball fan so he cut us a break and didn't assign any physics homework. I'm hoping he'll be as generous if we make the playoffs," Mattie grinned as she shoved the last of the papers into her backpack.

"I'm out of here, six o'clock comes too early for me." She grabbed her backpack and waved to Harm and Mac on her way out the door.

"Youth is definitely wasted on the young," Mac said as she came down the stairs from the bedroom.

"David asleep?" Harm asked quickly cleaning up the mess from dinner.

"Almost, and I won't be far behind."

Mac walked around the small living room straightening out a few things here and there.

"I'm calling it a night. I'm beat. I'll iron my uniform in the morning." Mac yawned as she headed back to the bedroom she'd just come from.

Turning out the lights. "I'm right behind you." Harm yawned.

Harm was already in bed when Mac came out of the bathroom.

"I know I've said this before, but I'm not sure I've said it enough, thank you." Harm watched her climb into bed.

"Yes, you have, and you're welcome," she smiled. "Good night." She yawned as she turned her back to him snuggling into the edge of the bed.

"Good night." Harm turned his back to her as well.

Just about to fall off to sleep, a thought occurred to Harm. If someone had told him he could spend every night for two weeks in the same bed with Sarah MacKenzie and not have a hard time controlling himself, he'd have told him or her they were crazy.

Truth be told, no matter how attracted he was to Mac, and he definitely wanted her, by the time they'd go to bed, he was pretty much dead and too dumb to fall over. Of course it probably helped that with the exception of the night they found out Webb was the passenger in Catherine's car, Mac had taken to sleeping curled up on the edge of the bed and never moved closer to Harm.

Harm suspected, exhausted or not, if he actually felt Mac in bed next to him, control just might be an issue. On the other hand maybe exhaustion and new babies was Mother Nature's method for birth control.

Too tired to think anymore, Harm drifted off to sleep.