Just a note, this story is finished! It is a two part fanfic and I am working on the second part but it will take some time since what I had was lost when my computer crashed. Also, sorry, but this is going to be a short chapter! Enjoy!! : )
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He had been watching from the bullpen though the blinds which she had left opened since they returned from court. They had reached out to each other while in court today. After the last few weeks they had endured this was a good start in hopefully repairing their shattered relationship.
He knew she was having a hard time with having killed Sadik, but didn't know how to help her. They were not talking anymore. More like yelling, with Mac instigating the majority of them. He wasn't helping by giving her rude comments, but he was still angry with her. He also could not believe that she was dating Webb.
He wasn't going to let that stop him from helping her. He had recalled the look on her face when she came out of the Admirals office last week. It worried him. The last time he had seen that look was when Dalton had been killed and she fell off the wagon. So he camped out in front of her apartment most of that evening just to make sure she didn't do anything she would later regret.
He knew he should have listened to the messages that Mac had left, all seventeen of them, when he was with the CIA, but he had been feeling vengeful and wanted to hurt her as much as he felt that she had hurt him. Mac had said she apologized to him about the tenth message and that from the beginning she thanked him for coming to their rescue. That she had just come to realize that she never did. In the end he was the one who ruined what was left of their relationship by not listening to them.
Harm had come to realize what Mac was trying to say that day by the taxi-cab. They would never be a couple if they kept competing with each other. They were much better at being best friends then thinking it was anything more than that. Right now all he really wanted was his best friend back.
"Hey, you wouldn't want to join me for dinner tonight?" Harm asked while leaning on her door frame with his flyboy grin in place.
Mac gazed into his eyes with a sadness she had never felt before, wishing he had asked her yesterday or even tomorrow. "I'm sorry, Harm, I can't tonight. I'm just getting ready to leave to meet Clay for dinner." She didn't want to lie to Harm about her relationship with Clay and if he would only ask, she would tell him the truth.
Feeling his heart plummet and losing a bit of his smile, he replied, "Sure, no problem, Mac, I understand, maybe another time?" Standing up straight and turning toward the door, he said, "I'll leave you be so you can go." Harm walked back to his office and sat at his desk in shock. He could not believe what he saw when he looked into her eyes. 'There is no life in them just emptiness. It's like looking into the eyes of a dead person's. Oh Mac, what are you hiding from me? You look so sad and lost. I just wish I knew what to do. How I can help you, Mac?'
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