Tuesday, June 4th

Mac was surprised when her husband wasn't in bed when she woke up by the alarm. He usually wasn' the one to get up before he had to. She found fourteen red roses on the nightstand and she smiled. She prepared for the day and headed downstairs. She could smell something cooking.

"Good morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Harm rounded the counter and met her with a soft kiss. "Happy anniversary, beautiful."

"The same to you," she kissed him again. "Thanks for the roses."

"Fourteen, one for each year," he smiled and tugged on her hand. "Breakfast is ready."

"You went all out," she smiled as she sat down.

"Since the traditional gift for fourteen years is ivory, I figured I'd go in a different direction," Harm smiled as he sat down.

"We agreed on a quiet dinner out," she reminded him.

"Well, yeah, but…" he stopped and looked very pleased with himself. "I've arranged for three plane tickets to Arizona. You, Matthew and Matt, will spend a week at Red Rock Mesa."

"You're kidding?" Mac was surprised. She had been thinking about a trip out there for a long time but never found the time.

"Between you and Matt I've heard so much talk about the place, so I figured why not just go. And I know Matthew will love it," Harm added. "It'll be a great memory to have."

"You're right," she smiled. "Thanks for making it happen."

"I know how much the place means to you," he smiled sweetly. "So next week, I'll pick up the slack at the office and at home."

"Did I ever tell you that you're a pretty amazing man?" she wondered.

He offered a full-blown smile. "I have a pretty amazing wife," he put his arm around her shoulder. "I'm lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," she leaned in and kissed him softly.

Later that day

Harm smiled when he noticed his wife walking out of her office holding the hand of a five-year-old boy. Ben's foster parents were their clients. They were facing a trial because Ben's father who had abused Ben, wanted him back.

"Hi there, Ben," Harm signed it out as he said it. He'd learned some sign language through the years.

Ben smiled and signed hello.

"Claire, will you find the lego and sit with Ben for a while?" Mac asked her daughter who was seated at the front desk.

"Of course," Claire stood. "And maybe we'll find cookies too?" she signed as she approached Ben.

Ben signed cool and took Claire's hand.

"Preparing to go to court?" Harm assumed.

"Yeah," Mac hesitated. "Will you join us? Listen to what the Winter's has to say?"

Harm nodded. "Sure."

After some small talk, they all sat down in Mac's office.

"The judge granted Mr. Hayes a weekend visitation with Ben," Mac started.

"Wait?" Mr. Winter sat up straight. "We have to let Ben stay with the man who abused him?"

"It'll give the social workers the chance to see their interaction," Mac explained.

"Didn't they take Ben away from his father because there were signs of abuse?" Mrs. Winter asked. "I saw the injuries."

"Mr. Hayes claims that the injuries happened after Ben was placed in the foster home," Mac explained. "But we have proof that Ben has injuries from a very early age. Ex-rays doesn't lie"

"Ben was a frightened three-year-old when he first came to stay with us. He was still in diapers, he had no language and he wet the bed until six months ago. The social worker has it all on file. They've been to our house, they've seen what a change has happened in Ben. He's finally safe," Mrs. Winter wiped away a tear. "Tell me this man won't be able to take our son away from us?"

"The odds are in our favor," Mac reassured.

"Usually in cases like these, the foster parents will get custody and they get to adopt the child," Harm added. "I'm not sure why the judge is stalling on this, Mac?"

"It's Judge Martin," Mac explained.

"What does that mean?" Mr. Winter wanted to know.

"He's thorough," Mac explained. "And I believe that's to our advantage. We have the evidence on our side."

"So we shouldn't worry?" Mrs. Winter asked.

"I wouldn't," Mac said honestly. "You have provided a safe and nurturing home for Ben. We have evidence of abuse since he was six months old. I don't believe there's any way for Mr. Hayes's lawyer to explain that away."

"But we have to agree to Ben spending a weekend with the man?" Mr. WInter asked with worry.

"I'm afraid so," Mac confirmed. "But they won't be alone for a second."

"Did we get a court date?" Mr. Winter questioned.

"Not yet," Mac said.

They went through some more details then the Winters left.

"What do you think?" Mac wondered.

"I think you're doing a good job," Harm reassured. "I wouldn't have handled things any differently.

She let out a sigh. "If I lose this…"

"You won't," Harm reassured. "You've built a good case, Mac."

"I have," she agreed.

He smiled reassuringly. "I better get some work out of the way."

"Thanks for sitting in," she offered a sweet smile.

"No problem," he headed for the door.

Later

Mac looked up when there was a soft knock on her door.

"I'm heading out early if there's nothing more you need me for?" Claire wondered.

"No, I'm heading out early myself," Mac smiled.

"What are you two doing tonight?" Claire wondered.

"Probably just dinner. Your dad said he had a plan," Mac leaned back in her chair. "You?"

"Meeting Tim," Claire hesitated. "He's been dropping hints that we don't see each other enough. He's right," she sat down. "We're both kinda busy."

"Yes, you've been very busy since you came home," Mac agreed.

"Well, I want to learn and I want to do more than sit around holding hands or watching him sit by his computer," Claire admitted. "The thing is, I missed my work at the youth center more than I missed Tim this last semester. And I feel kinda bad about that," Claire said with a sigh. "I care about him. I really do."

"I know, but you need to tell him that," Mac reminded her daughter. "He needs to know how you feel."

"I know," Claire said with hesitation. "What if I hurt him?"

"You're just going to have to live with that," Mac reasoned. "You'll hurt him more if you don't let him know how you feel."

Claire nodded. "Yeah," she stood. "I better get going. Have fun tonight."

"We will," Mac smiled. "And good luck."

"Thanks," Claire said as she disappeared out the door.

"Good luck with what?" Harm stepped into her office.

"Ready to go?"

"Yes," Mac smiled as she stood. "I think our daughter is having some boyfriend trouble."

"Oh?" Harm was surprised. "I thought she and Time were great."

"I think she's been trying to convince herself of that," Mac reasoned as she closed her briefcase. "Anything you'd like to tell me about where we're going?"

"You'll see," he smiled cleverly. "We better stop by the house and dress. Casually."

"Casually?" Mac questioned as she rounded her desk and walked up to him.

"Yeah, jeans, t-shirt," Harm took her hand. "Casually."

"Are you taking me flying?" Mac questioned as they left her office.

"Nope," he smiled secretively.

Later

"Where are we going?" Mac asked once more. The dirt road they were on was not suited for the Corvette at all. "Are you going to kill me? This is probably a great place to get rid of the body."

Harm chuckled. "Have some faith."

"Are we lost?" she looked around just as the road opened up and they reached a barn. "What is this place?"

"This is our very own drive-in," he chuckled.

The white sheet on the barn wall lit up. "Wow!" Mac studied her husband.

"So, Bill didn't have that many options on a roll, so I chose Titanic out of the few he had. He would have been able to get more options if he'd had more time, but I only got the idea a few days ago talking to a buddy of mine and I remember Bill having some equipment from that time his daughter turned sixteen and he put it up in their backyard. Originally I was going for the usual fancy dinner, but I figured I'd go in a different direction this year," he smiled cleverly.

"That's so amazing," Mac leaned in and kissed her. "This is very romantic, Rabb."

"I know I'm not the most romantic guy, but every now and then I bring out the big guns," he said with laughter.

Mac offered a sweet smile. "I love you."

"I love you too, beautiful," he kissed her softly. "So, let's watch Leonardo Dicaprio drown, huh?"

"I kinda love this movie," she took his hand.

"And," he reached in the back and found a basket. "We have take-out and popcorn, and that candy that you love."

It ended up being a great night.