Day 6 - Peach

"You're early!" Mac threw open the door and was greeted not by Harm but by a pimply faced delivery boy holding an arrangement with six peach roses.

She signed for the flowers and felt a sort of delight that her admirer would send them to her home. Few people knew where she lived so that brought Harm back to the top of her list of acceptable givers. She was sure it was him now and if he wouldn't admit it, fine, playing along with his charade seemed sort of run. How far would he take things?

At least, she hoped it was Harm for various reasons: the rest of the men on her list...well, it was downright creepy. Chegwidden she thought of more as a father figure than a suitor. Gunny, the man was cute enough but, enlisted and she wasn't going down that road. Bud was married and any idea of romance with him, frankly made her cringe. Sturgis and her butted heads too much, she would honestly kill the man if they dated.

She considered the detective that was interested in her for a time but, they had exactly ONE date and she found him to be adorable but, so vanilla. Webb came to mind as well and Mac decided she'd rather have a root canal without anesthesia than date him.

So, it all came back to Harm - it had to be him - she was praying it was him.

Despite their banter, the arguments and miscommunication, they just fit. She trusted him with her life and he with her. It was her heart that was having reservations although he'd shown some sort of interest during that whole Mic debacle. If only she hadn't run away… if only.

She plucked the card and read the note, grinning like an idiot at it's small message: 'Peach for when I miss you.' He missed her? Though they spent a lot of time together, they did spend a lot of time apart on different assignments. She barely saw him most of Friday until she sauntered into the parking lot and found him slipping into his Vette.

Yes, there legal battles were legendary, a verbal foreplay. If only their passion for law could turn into passion for something else. Maybe it was time for her to state her intentions again? "Yeah and have him obliterate my heart again. No thanks."

Twenty minutes later, Harm finally made it to her apartment wearing that leather flight jacket that looked too damned good on him. "I'm not late." He defended balancing a small cardboard box in one hand and a paper bag in the other. "I just stopped by that French place and brought breakfast - chocolate croissants and coffee."

"You did? I love those!"

Harm dropped the box on her coffee table and pulled the coffee out of the bag. "I know what you like, Sarah." His voice had dropped down to a certain timbre that Mac could describe as his 'bedroom' voice. It made her body quiver involuntarily, the man just didn't know how deadly hr was. "So, Don Juan sent them here, huh?" He motioned to the vase on her coffee table. "What did the card say this time?"

"Peach for when I miss you."

Harm's smile went up in wattage, it was another tell as to who her admirer was. In fact, she had no doubts now. "Peach huh? Always thought roses were just red, white and yellow."

"Oh, there are so many colors… even black."

"Black roses?" He made a face laced with confusion and disgust. "Isn't that a little macabre?"

"No, not really." She settled next to him on the sofa, taking the croissant which he offered her, biting into the doughy goodness. "God these are good….Black roses aren't just associated with death, they are mysterious and can signal a rebirth."

"Rebirth? Like us starting at the beginning?"

"Yeah, just like that." She could practically see the wheels turning in his head and figured black would be the next colour she'd receive. "Sooo.. when are we heading off? Gotta tell you, I am nervous as hell."

"I promise, I'll take good care of you."

"No poachers?"

Harm grinned. "No poachers."