A/N: I really wanted to put this first paragraph in the last chapter, but I decided to not leave it on a cliffy. I know I said I would reveal the mystery woman in this chapter, but the story ran away with me, and this was a good place to break. I hope to have the next chapter posted soon.

Chapter 4: The Tale of Two Wives or Maybe Not

His words in her head leading her next move, Mac steps off the curb, thinking to herself, 'No matter how much we try to stay away from each other, fate keeps finding a way to intervene.' She takes one step towards him, and the only sounds that can be heard are tires squealing, a horn blaring, and people screaming.

Harm can only watch in muted horror from his perch across the street. He can't see anything but the crash between a Suburban and a metro bus that occurred right where she was stepping out into the street. His view of her is completed obstructed by the large vehicles.

He frantically runs across the street, and stops dead in his tracks when he sees her prone form lying on the sidewalk, with blood flowing from her head. A sharp pain runs straight through his heart. 'No, No, you cannot do this to me. She just walked back into my life. Don't you dare take her away from me again, especially not permanently.'

He pushes through the crowd of people who have gathered around, some to help aid the injured, others just gawking at the scene. He fights his hero complex to assist the others, right now she is his only concern. When he reaches her, there is a couple there with her. A woman is holding her hand, and a man is standing behind the woman with his hands on her shoulders. Mac is unconscious. Harm crouches down next to her, trying to keep his tears at bay. He simply can't lose her now. With an unsteady hand, he brushes her hair back to search for a pulse, and finds it strong and steady. He chokes his relief as he stares up at the sky, "Thank you, God." With a soft hand, he tries searching her head for the source of the bleeding, without moving her. He doesn't know what internal injuries she might have, and he won't risk hurting her more. He looks at the woman, silently requesting she relinquish her hand from Sarah's so that he can be the one to hold it. He needs that lifeline right now. The woman sees the complete anguish in Harm's face, and gladly releases her hold.

The woman looks up at Harm, "Ambulances are already on their way." She glances over her shoulder at the man behind her with gratitude, "My husband pushed us both out of the way, but apparently I was luckier than she was. I only have a few minor scrapes."

Harm looks up at him, and whispers, "Thank you."

The man nods, and offers his hand to his wife so that she can stand with him. The injured party is clearly in the care of someone who cares very deeply for her. They meander over to the police to give their statements.

Within moments, the ambulances have arrived, and a set of paramedics has reached Sarah. They tell him, "Sir, can you please step back so that we can assess her injuries?"

As much as he wants to hold her right now, letting them work on her trumps his needs. He nods his head, relinquishing his grip on her hand with a whisper, "I'm here, Sarah, and I'm never letting you get away again." Harm rises to his full height, silently stepping backwards, his eyes never leaving her. If he can't touch her, he hopes that on some level, that she can feel that he is with her. Their connection may have been strained over the years, but he fully believes that it is still there, or he wouldn't have noticed her presence at the ceremony before he saw her.

The paramedics place a brace around her neck, and lay out a backboard, and then turn her over onto it. They check all her vitals, which are all within acceptable limits. They tell him that the head wound, though bleeding a lot, is superficial, she might need just a couple of stitches. They place smelling salts under her nose to try to rouse her, to no avail. They place her on a gurney and start wheeling her towards the waiting ambulance.

Harm follows right behind them, "I'm riding."

The older of the paramedics inquires, "Are you family?"

Harm simply responds, "More than you could ever imagine."

On the ride to the hospital, Harm once again sits near her, holding her hand. Mac remains unconscious on the short drive to Georgetown Hospital. The paramedics offer him a soft reassuring smile, hoping that it will all work out for both of them. When they arrive, Mac is wheeled into an ER Trauma room, and Harm is shown to the administration desk for paperwork.

Georgetown Hospital Center

Washington, DC

When he starts to look at the paperwork, he realizes how little he knows about her life anymore. He knows that she retired from the Marine Corps, but he has no clue what she is doing now, or even what her home address is. He thinks of Harriet, but he knows that Mac hasn't really kept in touch with her and Bud either. Harm pulls her phone out of her purse that the paramedics gave to him. Maybe he will get lucky and find that she created a Medical ID in her phone. Sure enough, when he hits the Emergency button, he finds that she did. He isn't surprised to find the name Chloe Madison, but he is very surprised to find Harmon Rabb listed there, and it even has his current cell phone number. He idly wonders how she knows this, but that is a question for later. He also looks in her wallet, and thankfully finds her insurance information as well. He uses that, and the address information from her California Drivers License, to fill out the requested paperwork. He will call Chloe, a girl that he hasn't seen in over twenty years, a little later when he has some answers. He certainly hopes she has matured with age. Things could get a little crazy if she is still hiding on top of elevators. Although at this point, she is old enough to have children of her own. Harm inwardly smiles at the thought of Chloe having to deal with a child like her.

The required mass of paper filled out, and turned in, Harm starts pacing the linoleum floor waiting for any news. After about twenty minutes, he decides to go in search of a cup of coffee, figuring he will be here a while. He advises the administration desk that he will return shortly, and to page him if he isn't back when the doctors come out. He calls Jack, and informs him of the situation.

Jack replies, "Holy Shit! The two of you just can't catch any type of break. Is she alright? I'll come down and sit with you while you wait."

Harm says, "That won't be necessary, but I would appreciate it if you could pick up a set of civvies from my house."

Jack says, "I can do that Buddy, but I am still going to come hang with you for a bit, to protect you from the nurses if nothing else."

Harm chuckles, despite everything else weighing on his mind, "Thanks Jack, I'll see you in a bit."

It takes Jack about an hour to show up at the hospital, sea bag slung over his shoulder as he walks in. He tells Harm, "You go change, I'll hold down the fort. I might have a chance of snagging a date from one of the pretty nurses while your ugly mug isn't here for me to compete with."

Harm gives him a small smile, "The only woman I want a date with is the one with the doctors. You can have all the nurses to yourself. I'll be back in just a few."

Harm emerges from the bathroom, feeling a little more like himself in a gray pullover and a pair of worn jeans. His more comfortable attire doesn't soothe his impatience though. He passes by Jack, who is chatting it up with a pretty red head, and goes back to his pacing spot.

Jack excuses himself from the nurse, and walks over to place a reassuring hand on Harm's shoulder, "Harm, sit down! Before you have a chance to wear a hole in the floor."

Harm grunts, as he flops down in what has got to be one of the most uncomfortable chairs for someone his size.

A moment later, a doctor emerges from the double doors seeking someone here for Ms. MacKenzie.

Harm walks over to him, briskly, "I'm here for Sarah MacKenzie, doctor, how is she?" Jack steps up next to him a moment later.

The ER doc replies, "Your wife is a very lucky woman. The only major injury that we can find is a fractured wrist, which we have set. I had to give her six stitches for the gash on her head, but it wasn't a very deep wound. However, I am a little concerned that she is still unconscious. We ran her through a full CT Scan, and an MRI. There are no visible internal injuries that we saw. No bleeding, or swelling in the brain, and no internal bleeding of any kind. I am still awaiting the results of her bloodwork to see if it reveals anything that is not outwardly noticeable. We are going to admit her to watch her overnight, but I just think it is a mild concussion. I'm hoping that once the initial shock wears off, she will regain consciousness. I'll let you know as soon as we have her set up in a room."

Harm nods, "Thank you doctor."

After the doctor has departed, Jack looks at Harm with an arched eyebrow, "Your wife, huh?"

Harm chuckles, "It appears that I am a bigamist today. First, I have a wife at the ceremony, and now I have a different wife in the hospital. Sad thing is, I'm not married to either one of them."

Jack smiles, "Man, and I thought I got around!"