Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters. I just really love them. In fact, I'm addicted to the show. I just own the plot of my story.

What Happened?

*The next morning*

RING! RING! RING! BUZZ! BUZZ! He woke to the sound of his annoying alarm clock. His dog, Thumper, was lying on his chest. He looked down into the Rottie's big, brown eyes.

"Morning boy!" he said as he tried to get up.

Thumper stood up and started to lick his face. It hurt.

"Ow!" Thumper jumped at his master's yelp. "I'm sorry boy. Why does it hurt? What happened to me?" he said getting up. As he stood up, he had to grab onto the bedside table for support. His head throbbed.

He looked around to see everything normal. That's weird, he thought. He walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Holy shit! He thought. His lip was split and there were numerous cuts and bruises on his face. His forehead was cut all the way across. Damn, he thought. Despite the pain, he went to get in the shower and ready for work.

**********************************At JAG H.Q.***********************************

As the lift came to a stop, Harm ran into Mac. "Hey! Oh, Mac," he said. "What happened to your face?" he said shocked. He took her head in his hands. "Look at you. What happened?" he whispered as he gently stroked her cheek which was covered in cuts and bruises, as was the rest of the marine's beautiful face. She winced at his touch.

"Nothing," she lied. "Harm," she sighed looking around the empty parking lot. It was 2100, and they hadn't seen each other all day. Now, they finally bumped into each other.

"Mac, look at me," he said gently lifting her chin so she was looking him dead in the eye. "Tell me, I won't tell anyone, but you have to tell me,"

"Harm, not here. Not now," She said pulling away.

"Why not? Just tell me and no one else has to know. No one else is here. It's just us,"

"No. you'll do something illegal and I'll have to bail you out of jail," Mac said with a slight smile trying to lighten the mood.

"Me? Go to the brig? Never!" he said returning the joke before turning serious again. "Mac? What's wrong? Are you okay?" she suddenly fell forward into his arms. "Mac?" he asked as he caught her. "What the hell? Oi, Mac!" he said trying to wake her up.

He took her in his arms and carried her to his car. He laid her down in the back seat and drove home.

************************************At his apartment*****************************

Harm gently put her down on his bed as Thumper jumped up and down like a bunny next to him. "Keep an eye on her while I go get a drink for us, alright boy?" Harm smiled as his dog instantly calmed down, jumped onto the bed, and stood over Mac as if he knew something wasn't right. Harm kissed her gently on the head before turning to get a glass of water.

"Don't…go…" came a weak voice just as he was out the door.

"Woof!" came Thumper's deep bark.

"Mac, hold on. I'll be right there," Harm called. He closed the fridge, grabbed the pitcher off the counter, grabbed two cups, and went back to his room.

"Hey," he said gently as he put the drinks on the corner of his bedside table. "Glad to see you're okay," he continued as he took off his uniform, he was just left in his boxers and sleeveless undershirt, and sat down next to her.

"Yeah…thanks," she said weakly as she scooted up so she was closer to him. "What happened to your face?" she got a really worried look on as she caressed his cheek.

"Nothin'," he said trying his best not to pull away from her touch. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but flinch as she touched his cuts and bruises.

"Harm, don't lie to me," she said as she sat so she was looking him in the eye.

Harm sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. He didn't want to lie to her, but at the same time, he didn't want to tell her.

"Try me," she said defiantly.

"Damn you marine!" Harm said looking away as her hazel eyes looked pleadingly into his baby blue ones. "I said nothing!" he instantly regretted it as Mac tried to hide the hurt on her face behind that stone wall marines are known for having. "Mac…"

"You ask me, and I close up, but at least I don't lie about it," she said quietly as she walked to the window and stared out at the rain.

"Mac-"

"Harm, it's okay if you don't wanna tell me, just don't lie to me," she said turning to face him.

"Fine, Mac, come here and I'll tell you," Harm sighed feeling bad for not telling her and seeing the hurt in her normally strong, bold eyes. She walked over to the bed and sat next to him. "I got beat up by my dresser," he muttered.

She blinked. "You got beat up by your dresser?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"Uhu," he replied nodding his head like a little school boy to his mother.

"Why?"

"I don't know!"

"Okay, okay," she hushed. "Tell me what happened,"

So, finally, he explained everything, everything but the tape, and she still didn't laugh or say anything.

"Now you've gotta tell me," Harm said staring her strait in the face.

"I fell down the stairs," she lied.

"Now who's lying?" he said thinking back to how, only moments ago, she asked him not to lie.

"I'm not lying! Why do you think I am?" Mac said with the most innocent look on her face.

"Your pupils are dilated," he pointed out simply.

"…So?"

"If you're not lying, then why are they dilated?"

"…I'm on drugs, sue me!"

"Yeah right!"

"No really, I am, I got them from A.J.,"

"The admiral?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he gave me pain meds.,"

"Oh, I'll just have to go ask him then. You must have told him what happened," Harm said not totally believing that she was telling him the whole truth.

"Fine, someone hit me," she sighed reluctantly.

"Who?" Harm asked gently.

"LieutenantVucoviktrickedmeintothinkinghewasyouthenwheniwastalkingtohimheturnedaroundandslappedme,"

Harm blinked twice then shook his head. "…Wait what?" he asked with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"I said LieutenantVucoviktrickedmeintothinkinghewasyouthenwheniwastalkingtohimheturnedaroundandslappedme,"

"VUCOVIK DID THIS TO YOU?!"

"Whoa. You actually understood that?" she asked ignoring the question.