A little tag to the episode where Harm falls out of the admiral's chair, hits his head, and has visions of Mac. Bud suggests that he should get an MRI.

"Wow, it's really coming down out there!" Mac exclaimed.

She could already feel the chill in her bones. Even in the short sprint from her car to Harm's apartment, the wind-driven rain had managed to soak her pretty thoroughly. Her clothes were more than damp, and her hair fell in soggy, limp tendrils around her eyes.

Harm wasn't any drier. He shook the rain out of his jacket and ran a hand through his dripping wet hair. Quickly, he unlocked the door to his apartment and let them both inside.

"I didn't know it was supposed to rain," Mac said, rubbing her hands together for warmth.

Harm looked surprised. He could have sworn that sweet, sultry voice had known the weather forecast earlier this morning.

It's gonna rain this afternoon. It's perfect weather for making love.

"Hey, you okay?"

She touched his arm in concern, and visions of a smooth white satin dress flashed before his eyes.

Harm blinked in confusion. "Yeah. Mac, you didn't have to drive me home."

"Harm, you heard the doctor. Just because there's nothing abnormal on the MRI, you should still rest this afternoon." She grinned. "And stay away from chairs."

Harm didn't seem to hear her. He was still focused on her hand resting on his arm, and when he lifted his eyes to meet hers, he stared at her with a puzzled, faraway look, much like he'd been doing all day.

"Harm?"

Slowly, his hand came up to her cheek, tracing the rivulets of water as they ran down her face.

She smiled. "Raindrops."

"Raindrops." His voice was barely an audible whisper.

I've been doing some thinking lately.

About Mac coming out of your shower clothed only in raindrops?

The color of his eyes darkened, and the sudden intensity in his gaze made her heart beat just a little faster. It almost felt like the raindrops were evaporating under the heat of his touch.

Mac just barely resisted leaning into him, and she quickly pulled away to regain her composure. "Harm, I have to go. I'm meeting Mic for a late lunch. I told him I would come after your appointment—"

"Mac, you're soaked."

"I won't melt."

She sounded more confident than she was. She couldn't admit that just the way he had been looking at her all day was melting something inside of her.

With a nervous laugh, Mac turned to leave. "Harm, get some rest. I'll stop by later and check on you?"

"Yeah, I'll be here."

"Okay."

Outside, the sky grew darker and a fresh torrent of water burst from the clouds. And with a heaviness weighing more on his heart than his injured head, Harm let her walk out the door into the rain.