A/N: Okay, so I guess it's a good thing I'm not a scout. Because in my last chapter, I scouts honored I'd update Sunday. I don't know what the date was the Sunday I was supposed to be updating, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't referring to the Sunday that occurred three months later.

So … I suck. I know. I get it. And last chapter was a piece of crap. So I'm baffled at the 51 reviews. Honestly, guys, you set my review record for that piece of trash. I almost feel like giving the reviews back, though never in any form of sanity would I ever do that.

Now, I've come into the habit of tributing my chapters to something musical, so here goes. This chapter is a shout out to Jon Bon Jovi, whose birthday was seven days ago. I'll have you all know, I worship this man. He's a musical genius, guys. Musical genius.

Okay, enough of my shit. This chapter's titled after my favorite Bon Jovi album … and because I thought it fit.

Crossroad

To: Harriet Sims (ih8barney(at)hotmail(dot)com)

From: Sarah Mackenzie (sarah(dot)mackenzie(at)theJAGoffice(dot)com)

Subject: … don't be mad …

Hey,

Okay, it's a crazy story but you're not picking up your phone. Where are you guys?? I tried your hotel there, and your hotel here. Why the hell did you give me so many contact numbers when you're not going to BE at any of them?

Alright, well, you're probably wondering why I'm freaking out at you. And I'm really not freaking out. Not much anyway. Well … no, I'm not. I've decided I'm not. I'm perfectly calm right now. Really. Harm and I are handling this just fine. Not that there's anything really big to handle …

Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. But I think we broke your kid.

Jimmy, I mean. He hit his head. Well, Harm hit his head. Well no, Harm hit Jimmy's head against the ceiling.

It sounds worse than it is, I swear. Jimmy's a little out of it, but we've taken him to the ER. I really don't think there's anything to worry about. We just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.

Oh, Harriet, I'm so sorry. I can't believe this is happening. I'm going to be the world's worst mother when I have a kid. If I have a kid. Oh my god, I'm never going to have a kid. No one's gong to marry someone who killed her godson by letting a six foot four ape ram his head into the ceiling.

NOT THAT THAT HAPPENED or anything.

Jimmy's NOT going to die. In fact, there's nothing wrong with him.

Alright, I'm shutting up. Now.

Right now.

Mac

2142
Emergency Room
Mac's POV

"Is Harriet picking up?" Harm whispered.

I sat down in the chair next to him. The emergency room, even at nearly ten o'clock, was filled with people. Even at night, London never died. I sighed.

"No," I whispered back.

Harm shifted his arms, causing Jimmy, who lay fondly cuddled within his embrace, to roll over. I looked at him adoringly, and ran my hands through his short hair. I kissed his forehead, and he murmured incoherently, deep in slumber.

I sighed, and withdrew my hand.

I guess Harm could tell how worried I was because he said, "I'm sure he's fine, Mac."

I still looked troubled. I reached over to AJ, who was also asleep in his chair, with a twin on either side of him. I played with the zipper of AJ's jacket, making sure it was up to his neck. The ER doors kept opening and closing every thirty seconds, and we were fairly near it. I didn't want him getting cold.

"Mac," Harm said.

I ignored him, fiddling with Nikki now, though she was asleep.

"Mac," Harm repeated.

"What?" I snapped at him. He looked at me with calm blue eyes. I felt my voice quiver. "What, Harm? What?"

He exhaled. "Stop worrying."

I looked down.

"Come here," he said.

I didn't move, but I didn't have to. He wrapped his free arm around me, and leaned me in so my back was to his chest, and head to his shoulder. Jimmy rested next to me, curled safely in Harm's lap. I shivered, but slightly relaxed, amazed by the intimacy of this action.

"I'm sorry," Harm whispered, lips in my hair.

"It's not really your fault, Harm," I said softly. My whole mind felt cloudy, absurdly at ease with his body heat. "I saw it coming, I didn't warn you fast enough."

Harm was quiet for a long moment, and then, "I don't just mean Jimmy, Mac."

I shifted a little against his chest to look at him.

He continued. "I mean … I'm sorry. About everything. I'm sorry." He looked down. "I've really screwed up when it's come to us."

"Harm, don't –" I began, but he cut me off.

"No," he said calmly. His blue eyes gazed at me penetratingly. "Just … let me say what I have to say. Then you can speak, or yell or … whatever. Just please. You're going away in three days, and I have to tell you this before you leave. I need to."

I was touched by the sincerity in his voice.

"Okay," I whispered, not breaking his gaze for a second.

"Okay," he said. His breath quivered for a second, and I could feel the unease ripple through me. The sensation bubbled from within his chest and radiated through my body. His right hand gently stroked my arm.

I shivered though I wasn't cold.

"Mac," he whispered slowly.

I was suddenly very struck by how lovely my name was when he said it.

"I've screwed up," he said bluntly. "I know I've screwed up a lot over the last ten years. More times than I can possibly count. And you've given me chance after chance, and I kept blowing it. And … and then I asked you to marry me …" He laughed hollowly. "God, I was an idiot."

"Harm –" I tried to cut in.

"Mac," he said forcefully. He exhaled. "Please."

I fell silent and struggled to meet his eyes. I nodded.

He continued.

"I just … I wanted to let you know that … the biggest mistake, hands down, was this year. Us not talking. Because I can't stand it, Mac. I really can't," he whispered. "I … I used to open up my inbox everyday, just looking for your name. I used to think about calling you all the time. It drove me nuts. I just can't take us not talking. I'm so glad you're here now. You have no clue."

There's something about the way his voice pleads with me. Something about his eyes as they devour me. Something about him that's driving me passionately wildly insane for him.

"I just …" Harm whispered. "I just needed you to know that, Mac. I know I've been an idiot in the past, but please. Lets never lose touch. Please. I just couldn't stand it if you walked out of my life again. I … I really need you. Really."

I stared at him.

He looked almost timidly at me. "You can speak now."

I felt my voice catch in my throat. What do you say to a speech like that?

"I …" I began. "I …"

Harm stared me down.

"God, Harm, I need you too," I whispered. I felt this rush of emotion, and looked up to see his just as affected eyes. I bit my lip. "I know maybe it hasn't always come across to you how much … how much I really need you. Because I do, Harm. I may not have told you that always, or always shown it, but I need you. This last year … it's been hell for me too." My voice begins to break. "I wanted so much to talk to you. To email you. To call you. But it's like we'd had this unofficial code of silence that I wasn't allowed to break. I just … I'm so sorry."

I'm crying. I can't believe it but I am.

I was never good with these emotional moments.

Harm laughs kind of nervously, and – almost bashfully – takes a shaky hand and wipes away a stray tear from my cheek. I begin to laugh too and we're suddenly a couple of chuckling idiots.

I lean into his body and his arms readily envelope me, with Jimmy kind of squished between us. My head sort of tucks itself into his chest, and he starts to kiss my hair. A shiver runs through me.

Does he know what he's doing to me? Does he?

And then suddenly he stops, and the comfort, the ease, that his body always seems to possess vanishes. He's rigid. I look up to him, somewhat bewildered, and there's this look in his eyes. This deep, passionate, but confused look. It soaks me in.

"Harm …?" I whispered questioningly.

His hand, which had been gently stroking my back, stops, and beings to push gently forward.

Closer to him.

"Harm?" I whisper again, but he keeps pushing forward. Slowly, I arch towards him, and he pulls me to his body with both arms. Internally, my senses are tingling all over. I can feel his one hand on my back, and the other on my arm. His eyes are so deep. I see him gently shift Jimmy onto the seat beside us, and the three year old quickly adapts to his change in location.

"Harm …" I whisper for the third and final time. I'm edging closer.

Our lips are so close.

He has a girlfriend! my mind mentally screams. He's taken! He's not yours! What are you doing? Get away! NOW!

He's edging closer to now with that same intimate intense look that I'm sure I possess. I can feel the heat, thick and passionate, radiating between the two of us. I'm melting inside, and enjoying every millisecond of it.

He's taken …

I can feel his breath on my lips.

He's got a girlfriend …

We're less than a centimeter apart.

He's not yours …

And our lips come crashing into each other. The prolonged agony, the whispers of fondness and affection, come pouring through in a frenzied soul-searing kiss. I can feel him slam my back into the chair, and it rattles, surprised at his force. My hands clutch his hair, and his tongue enters my mouth, in a frantic exploration. I cling to him, as though if I were to let go, this moment – this magical, beautiful, wonderful moment – would somehow disappear.

"Mac …" he whispers against my lips.

I pay no attention to him. Our tongues duel once again. I break apart for air.

"Mac …" he whispers.

I lean in once more, but he stops me. I look up.

"We can't … not here …" he said, and I feel struck by the terrifyingly embarrassing realization that we are in a hospital with four children surrounding us. Heat creeps from my neck into my cheeks and I glow red.

He smiles, but there's something in his eyes. This shadow. I see it, and I fear it.

We edge apart, and his arms release me. I now stay sitting in my chair. Wondering … hoping … praying.

"James Roberts?" a voice calls.

We look up at a nurse, clad in white, who stood smiling at the doorway. "Dr. Atridge will see you now."

Harm stands up with Jimmy, and I motion to him that I'll stay here with AJ and the twins. Harm nods, and moves to take Jimmy through the double doors. He pauses, and looks back at me. His perilous blue eyes draw to me, as though searching for an answer to a question that torments him. He bites his lower lip, my heart pumps, and then …

He leaves.

I release a shaky breath, and lean back in the chair, head swarming with thoughts. But only one really resonates.

What if he thinks it's a mistake?

A/N: Alright, it's a little short, but not bad considering last chapter ... Yeah. So, they finally kissed. More to come. I'm on March Break so, hey, I can update later this week. Woot.

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