Part 2: Sunday Kind of Love

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Author's Note: If you haven't figured out by this point all the names of the chapters are the names of the songs I got the lyrics from. And of course if you read this, please, please, please review it. I know it doesn't always happen because truthfully, I don't always review, but I would really like it. Anyhow, let's get on with the story!

Setting: Sometime in the sixth season, after Mic has moved to the states. To those of you who know me you know that I can't write a Mic and Mac fanfic, it just sounds weird to me. HM all the way!!

"Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care.

And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere.

I need a Sunday kind of love."

Mac looked back at the closed door. She had been doing that for almost a week now, ever since Mic had left. She wasn't sure what to do now. She wasn't even sure what she felt now. No she knew what she felt, she was lonely.

She knew she should be sad. In all reality she should be absolutely crushed, the man she was going to marry had left her. If she let herself think about that what she really felt wasn't anything like sadness, it was more relief than sadness. Mic was a great man. He was honest and sweet and one of the best lawyers she'd ever come up against, but all of that didn't do anything for her. Mic would've been the perfect man for her if she would've met him about six years ago, but she didn't. By the time she met him she'd already given her heart to another man.

She'd given her heart away about five years ago, the moment she pulled him up into the helicopter with her. He'd suddenly climbed into her heart at the same time. She didn't know it at the time, but he'd done it. He was the only man she ever wanted. He certainly screwed things up for her with any other guy.

Try as she might with Mic she knew from the beginning that it wasn't to be. Then how had she accepted his ring? That was something she still wasn't sure about herself. It definitely had to do with Harm shooting her down on the bridge. She had given him her heart. It was there in her hands just waiting for him to take it from her. She'd even gift wrapped it for him! Did he even know that he was supposed to take it? Of course he did, he was just scared and she couldn't wait. Was she really that impatient? She should've just waited.

Then again she did wait. She didn't move her ring over right away. She gave him extra time and he hadn't taken it. What did that mean? Didn't he love her? She thought he did, but then why didn't he say anything? He always seemed to be jealous of Mic. He even got into a fight with him before. Thinking about that she had to laugh, remembering how they had both taken a swing and hit Bud. Poor Bud.

This just didn't make sense! Did Harm love her? She had to find out. She couldn't sit there any more just waiting for him to make up his mind. This had to be the end of it. She'd given him more than enough time.

She grabbed her keys and her purse. Closing and locking the door behind her, she was a woman on a mission.

A/N: I know these are really short and you are probably getting sick of them like this, but I want to stretch these out for a while. I hope you don't mind too much.