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Donald S. Brady Park
Falls Church, VA
1323 hours local

We've lunched and are currently sitting at a picnic table in the park. I'm looking around in amazement. For some reason, I've never been to this side of Falls Church before. It's beautiful.

Harm had brought lunch in an old-fashioned food basket; grilled chicken sandwiches, juice, fruits, muffins and even a piece of my favorite cheesecake.

"Are you sure you've had enough, Mac?" he asks.

I turn my head away from an older couple to look at him. "I can't eat another crumb." I smirk. "Thank you for lunch, Harm. You didn't have to do all this."

"Of course, I did," Harm answers. And adds: "And you're welcome." He looks at his watch. "I hate to say this, but we have to go back to JAG. They might just start to miss us if we stay away any longer."

Resting my head in my hands, I sigh. "Are you sure? Can't we just let them think that we're away on an interview?"

He starts to laugh. "As much as I would want to, Mac, we don't have any shared cases, so going on an interview together is out of the question."

I swear under my breath. "Damn."

Now he's laughing out loud. "Come on, Marine, suck it up. You'll live. We might even do this again tomorrow."

That puts my hopes up again. "Really?"

We start to walk back to the car. "Tell you what," Harm starts. "If you can build your weekend activities around it, we'll do this again Sunday afternoon, given that the weather is still warm, and we'll stay the entire afternoon."

"Okay…" I thought that I could pick what we were going to do this weekend? Harm notices the change in my demeanor.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Nothing," I protest.

But Harm knows me better than that. Unfortunately. "Out with it, Mac."

I sigh. "It's nothing. It's just… I thought that you were going to let me pick what we were going to do this weekend?"

He opens the passengers door for me and rolls his eyes. "Have you forgotten that a weekend has two days, babe? We have all day Saturday to do whatever you want."

Locking eyes with him, I stare for a slight moment. He's going to spend his whole weekend with me? He wants to spend his whole weekend with me? Has he lost his mind? "You can't be serious…" my voice trails; chokes up in my throat.

Harm touches my arm, never breaking our eye contact. "I'm as serious as I ever will be, Mac." He eyes me, then shakes his head. "You're really not used to this, are you?"

I shake my head no, not able to utter a single syllable. There are so many things I'm not used to. Little things. A million little things I'm not used to. The problem is, a million little things turn into a very big thing.

Things that are normal things for Harm, are extraordinary things for me. Turning to me when I'm talking to him about nothing in particular, just showing that he's interested and that he's listening. Wrapping his arms around me when he sees that I need a hug. Not turning me away when I need to ramble or just talk. Make dinner for me. Call me because he wants to know how I'm feeling and what I'm doing. What I'm thinking about.

All dumb little things, I realize that, but to me, they mean the world. And now he wants to spend his entire free weekend with me, canceling every plan he might've made. Stupid as it might sound, I feel like I don't deserve this. I'm not that special that someone just might drop anything and everything to come when I need him. There is no one who does that for me. I've always felt like I needed to fix things myself.

He squeezes my hand. "I want to spend the weekend with you, Mac, just because you're you. Is there anything I can do to make you believe that?" His eyes bore into mine.

"No," I whisper. "Not right now."

"Then let me spend the weekend with you. So that I can show you."

Hesitatingly, I nod. I know what Harm is trying to do. Slowly, he's trying to restore my self-esteem. He's trying to restore my faith in myself. There's a long road ahead of us, of me, especially, because I'm the one unsure of myself. Harm has enough faith in himself to know what he wants at this point of his life. And up until some point, I'm completely clueless.

Pulling my lips into a small smile, I agree. "Okay."

"Good." He smiles at me. "Now get into the car, and let's head back. We're late as it is." He friendly pushes me in the car and closes the door.

And slowly, I start to believe that this weekend idea of his might actually be fun.

TBC