Author Note: Yes, I am aware that certain things like times and rules have been fudged during this story. I am doing this to write the best H/M story I can, NOT the best Amazing Race story. While I have combined the two, this is a JAG based story and therefore is the main focus. While I appreciate constructive critisicm, I do NOT need to read about every Amazing Race detail that has been changed in order for me to write this story the way I want to. I do appreciate the feedback, but please realize that in order to use go indepth with every aspect of the 'Amazing Race', it would take away from the H/M aspect and take me FOREVER to be able to write. If I went in depth about times in each leg, this story would be thousands of pages long. We also do not know exactly how things are run off-camera during the filming of the show, so I'm using creative license for that. I do appreciate the words of encouragement that have been sent my way, but would appreciate the flames to stop. I do not appreciate being called 'illogical' and told to 'think for once'. I do not appreciate being cussed at or being told how to write my story. That said, I've loved this story and plan to finish it this week. I also have tons in the works!!

Amazing JAG Race Part 11d

Harm cleared his throat as their lips were about to touch. "Sorry to interrupt, but they're ready for you, Mac." He said tightly.

Mac stepped back quickly. "Harm..." She touched his arm gently.

He brushed her hand away. "You better get over there."

"Harm, please let me explain."

"Not now."

She nodded slightly before walking away.

Mic smiled smugly. "Hurry back, Love."

Harm's fists clenched. "Stay away from her, Brumby."

"What's the matter, Harm? Not sure that you have her as tightly wrapped around your finger as you thought?"

"I don't try to control her. That's not what she wants and she doesn't want you back in her life."

"How about we leave that up to Sarah? I have a way of getting what I want when it comes to her. You know that. You watched it from the front row. I know how to handle Sarah MacKenzie. Once you learn the tricks, you can get past that Jarhead crap quite easily. Then she's just putty in your hands."

"Stay away from her!"

"You don't exactly have a say in it. It's between me and Sarah."

"Sarah isn't on the market."

"I didn't see a ring on her finger."

"Yeah well, even when she was wearing your ring she was mine. That's why she was making out with me at your engagement party. It's always been me and always will be." He said a bit smugly.

Mic tensed. "That's why she was WHAT at our engagement party?!"

"Oh, you never found out about that, huh?" He smirked very faintly. "Oh yeah...she was melting in my arms...her lips were so soft and yielding under mind...begging me not to stop...and she wanted so much more. You may have think you know how to turn her into 'putty', but I could've taken her home that night if I'd asked. You see, Mic, she may have been engaged to you, but it was me that she was imagining in bed...every night...every single time."

Mic swung at him, but Harm managed to duck out of the way in time.

"Mic!" Mac ran up, pushing them apart. "What's going on?!"

"You were making out with him at our engagement party." He was fuming.

"You told him?! Why would you do something like that?"

"He wants you back!"

"So what? Just because he wants it doesn't mean I do. I thought I'd made it clear what I wanted." She touched his cheek gently, causing him to smile faintly.

"Sarah, if he wanted you so badly, why has he waited this long? You know him, Love. He plays with you. He'll act interested until you get home and then he'll drop you again for some blonde. He doesn't want you, Sarah. But he doesn't want you with anyone else either. The minute he has you, he'll lose interest again. He loves the games, Sarah. Don't you see that?"

"Get lost, Brumby." Harm pulled her into his arms. "You have NO idea what you're talking about and we have to get some rest. We have a race to win. Then I'll be able to take care of that 'no-ring' problem. Right, Baby?"

She smiled faintly. "Right. And I'm exhausted so...It was nice seeing you, Mic. Send me an e-mail or give me a call sometime."

He studied the pair. "I'll do that. And when he hurts you again think about what I said. I can give you everything you want, Sarah...the home...the security...and I'm only a phone call away."

Harm made a real show of kissing her passionately before leading her across the street to their hotel. He led her to their room and watched as she took her shoes off and climbed in under the covers. He tentatively laid down facing her. "Promise me something. Promise me that you trust me. Promise me that you believe me when I say that I'm not playing with you...that I'm not going to drop you when we get home." He pulled her against him gently. "Whether we win this race or not I want this to happen...I want us to happen. Promise me, Sarah."

She searched his eyes for a few minutes before nodding. "I promise."

"And Mic BugMe is in the past?"

She laughed softly. "I have no interest in Mic. And I didn't want him to kiss me tonight."

"I know...I believe you." He kissed her lightly. "But I can't blame the guy for trying. Let's get some sleep."

Mac nodded, snuggling into him before drifting off.