Part 2
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JAG and ist characters belong to DPB…
A/N:
I don't know if I'll continue this, we'll see.
Dear Diary
Here I am again. I know… I know, it has been quite a long time since I wrote something in here, but just so much happened.
I read my first entry from one months ago and had to laugh. Sometimes it's really funny how things can change.
But I'll tell you from the beginning, if I say it in one sentence, you'll just keep asking till I've told you everything, so where's the point in that?
Anyway, that evening where I made my last entry, Harm and I met for dinner. It had been planned as one of our normal "working-dates" – discussing a new case and so on. His behaviour was suspicious from the instant he entered my apartment. I mean, he never ever brings flower with him when he comes to work, does he? But he did bring a bouquet with him. You know, one of those with flowers you can't quite identify but look great nonetheless.
As I asked him why he had done that, he just kept searching for some excuse, but honestly he didn't find one I believed.
During our dinner, he kept on giving me those certain looks as if he wasn't able to fix his gaze on something except me. And as though that wasn't enough, he touched me whenever he got the chance to do it.
One, maybe two hours after he had arrived, I couldn't take his behaviour any longer, so I asked him.
That… Oh, you wanna know what he answered? Well, nothing except some mumbling under his breath I couldn't understand properly… Yes, of course did I try to find out what he had said, but at first, he was silent as the grave.
Somehow – I really don't know how I did it – he began to explain the odd things he was doing.
You… well, I think you know how Harm is if he tries to explain something to me – disastrous. Just as I had given up any chance in finding out what was causing him so much trouble, he said that one sentence I always wanted to hear from him:
"Damn, Mac, I love you."
Yeah, I know, I said we're just friends and I don't want more than that. So I lied. A girl can chance her mind, can't she?
What happened the days after it seemed like one of my most unrealistic dreams. At first, we told nobody about our relationship, but somehow, Harriet found out. Two weeks after that dinner, we were sitting in the admiral's office, thinking he'd fire or arrest both of us.
Well, that wasn't what he did, though. He just assigned me to a new position – I'm a judge, now – his eyes showing he had been waiting for this to happen.
Now, four weeks after that dinner, we're spending as much time together as we can. Tomorrow we'll leave Washington for a weekend trip.
I don't know why all this happened and what made him change his mind, but I guess I'll find out eventually.
For now, I'm just glad my flyboy belongs to me. That's everything I need to know, isn't it?
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