AN: Sorry about any mistakes with motorbikes in the last chapter and this one, I'm not overly familiar with them. Thanks for all the advice though. As always thank for all the reviews, they keep the story going, thank-you for taking the time :)

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"Meg?" Harm raised his head sleepily from the couch. Something felt out of place. Apart from his partner being gone. He raised himself up onto one elbow and gazed around the room through bleary eyes. A glance at his watch confirmed the time, 0600. He must have slept through the night. That hadn't happened since Meg had gone missing. No wonder something felt weird, he was actually rested for a change. This trip had been a good idea, he just he hoped she like the destination as much as the journey. About that, where on earth was Meg? He sat up and pushed the covers off himself, stretching he examined the room.

Well her backpack was still here so she was coming back. Meg's bed was made and it looked like she was ready to go, which was good as he planned on getting off again soon. Harm stood up and walked toward his phone. Picking it up, he saw he had received a message.

Ready for you guys. Txt me when you know what time you'll be arriving.

Everything in his plan was in place. The only wild card was his partner, who wasn't here. From what he remembered of the motel there weren't that many places to go once you were outside. Running a hand through his hair Harm decided that if she wasn't back by the time he had finished showering he would go and look for her. But until then Meg was on her own.

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Meg crept back into their motel room. Harm was in the shower. She placed a brown plastic bag that emitted the smell of warm blueberry muffins and two hot coffees on the table. "I'm back Harm." She raised her voice so he could hear her. She vaguely heard him say something back at her but she couldn't hear him over the shower. Humming to herself Meg folded Harm's blanket and picked up the pillow he had managed to get on the other side of the room. Meg was struck by a thought. This was horribly domestic, picking up after him and fetching breakfast. Meg paused in her tidying up. Did she like it? How could she enjoy this feeling? She was too damaged for this to go further right now, but it did feel good. Just because one night was fine didn't mean she was back to normal.

"Meg?" Harm stepped out of the bathroom, pulling a shirt over his head. "Where did you go?"

Meg smiled slightly. "Have you checked on your mate's precious bike yet?" She set the pillow down on the couch. Harm was looking at her carefully.

"Why? Did something happen?" He began to look nervous. Looking at her again he asked, "Meg? Is the bike alright still?"

Summoning the most serious facial expression she could, Meg responded. "Go look for yourself Harm."

Looking at her horror spread over his face. "I knew I should have just taken the car. So many bad things can happen to bikes. It could get stolen, vandalised…" Harm shivered. "Even rammed by some reckless driver." He was out the door at an almost run.

Meg smiled to herself, and waited for Harm's reaction. "MEG!" She giggled. Poor Harm she had really given him a fright. She hadn't actually said anything had happened to the bike…Harm's imagination had done that.

Harm walked inside, he looked like he couldn't decide whether to laugh or growl at her. "Meg."

"Yes sir." She managed to keep a straight face. Barely.

"The bike is fine."

"Yes sir."

Harm's face went slightly red. "You were teasing me." It was a statement. Meg smiled cheekily and nodded her head. "Meg that was cruel, you know I couldn't let something happen to it. My mate would kill me. The look on your face when you told me to check for myself, it was as if something had died. I thought…I thought…" He was at a loss for words.

Meg started laughing despite how hard she had being trying not to. It started as giggling and then became full blown laughter. Harm looked at his feet in embarrassment. She had tricked him. The sound of her amusement filled the room. Meg tried to say something and couldn't get it out, she was laughing too hard. Slowly Harm started to smile, her laugh sounded so good, soon he was laughing along with her at himself.

They were both sitting on the floor recovering. "You should have seen your face Harm." Meg smiled again. "Wow, that felt so good." She leaned against the wall.

Harm turned his head and gazed at her. Meg's cheeks were slightly red from laughing and the lines from her worry and stress had disappeared. He smiled to himself, she was getting better.

All of a sudden Meg sat up. "The coffee!" Getting over to the table she picked up a cup, sipping from it, she grimaced. "Luke warm. Sorry Harm." She looked at him. "The muffins are fine though."

Harm smiled at her softly. "You brought us breakfast?"

"You bought yesterday. And you're doing so much for me." Meg bit her lip, nervous all of a sudden. He didn't mind?

Harm took the cool coffee off her. "Thanks." He simply said. But he smiled at her so lovingly, like he saw something in her. Meg blushed. The butterflies danced in her stomach.

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Making sure the key had gone back to the lady at the counter, Harm walked back over to the bikes. Meg smiled up at him, her hair was pulled up away from her face. She was putting her gloves on. "Meg you do realise you are where the driver sits?" He handed her, her helmet.

Putting it on she said, "I do." Harm looked down at his backpack sitting in the dust.

"So you're driving us? Do you know how?" Harm looked sceptical.

"I have a licence, my brother, Jack owns one. I ride it when he's down in DC or I'm home." She held out her hand for the keys.

Harm played his last card. "You don't know where you're going."

"I would if you'd tell me."

Harm grinned at her. "Sorry, not happening."

Meg looked crestfallen, but not much. "Didn't think you'd tell me. Oh well, I tried. You'll just have to direct me. I'm still driving" Her hand waited for the keys.

Harm handed them over. "You win." He picked up his backpack. She grinned at him.

"Which way?"

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They drove out of Tennessee into Arkansas, stopping only for lunch at a quaint little place along the way. The day grew long and Meg barely noticed them crossing the border into a new state. If she did, she didn't comment. Soon Harm signalled for her to pull over. Meg pulled them onto the side of the road. Harm eased off the back, and stretched. "I've wanted to do that all day." Meg smiled, soon she was copying him. They walked around in silence for a few minutes, each in their own thoughts.

Meg walked over to the bike. "Where to next?" She turned to look at Harm.

He picked up his bag again. Nonchalantly he said, "Surely you know the way home from here?" He watched Meg's face change. He walked over to her, smiling unsurely. This was the telling moment of his plan. He waited anxiously for a reaction, he wasn't waiting long.

Meg looked around. "Home." A grin lit up her face. Turning around she spontaneously kissed Harm on the cheek, while simultaneously hitting him on the arm. She blushed. "Thank-you Harm." She picked up her helmet and put it on, hoping to hide her blush. When would she learn not to be impulsive?

Harm was grinning at nothing and rubbing his arm. "A kiss for promotions and taking her home? Not bad, I must do this more often." Meg blushed even more. No bad if he thought so himself, Harm congratulated himself. She had taken it better than he had hoped. Or even dreamed.