HBX challenge – August
2007
Title: Home
Author: usmgrad
Disclaimer: JAG and its
characters are not my property, I am just borrowing them for a
writing exercise and will return them unharmed and unchanged. Well
maybe a little changed, but for the better.
Time frame –
late in season 7
A/N -There is a reference to the episode
Father’s Day from season 3. I just can’t seem to write
anything but how Harm and Mac should have gotten together, so many
missed opportunities!
Mac’s POV as she remembers the
events of the afternoon.
My day ended much better than
the way it started. This morning I was at NCIS to pick up reports
needed for a current case, they weren’t ready. I spent the
afternoon talking to witnesses who were less than enthusiastic about
testifying in court. I finally returned to JAG Headquarters with just
enough time to end the day with paperwork. What a way to begin a long
weekend!
As I entered the bullpen I noticed two things right
away; one, Harm’s office was empty. Now this wasn’t
unusual for a Friday afternoon except I knew he had won his court
case earlier in the day and the Admiral was on a tear about court
paperwork being completed immediately after the completion of a case.
He should have been in his office working. The second thing was Bud;
he seemed unusually nervous and was hanging around the copy machine
as if waiting for something or someone.
“Ma’am,
your back” Just a bit too jumpy and over enthusiastic even for
Bud.
“Yes Bud, I’m back,” I said in passing
as I headed toward my office. Bud somehow managed to get between me
and my office, not a good place to be today. Looking over Bud’s
shoulder I noticed a third thing, the door and blinds to my office
were closed and that’s not how I left them.
“Bud,
why is my office closed?”
Bud ignored my question and
tried to get me into Harm’s office, “Ma’am can I
speak to you in here.”
“Bud I want to go into my
office.” I attempted to move around Bud and enter my
office.
“No you can’t.” His voice was raised
a little too loudly and had attracted the attention of others in the
bullpen. Toning it down a little, “Please Colonel in here, just
for a minute than I promise you can go to your office.” I
relented and entered Harm’s office; Bud followed and closed the
door.
“Alright Lieutenant let’s have it and it had
better be good.” I paused but Bud hadn’t heard me. He was
as nervous as a cat in a room full of rockers and he kept looking
toward my office. “Bud what’s going on, who’s in my
office.”
“Commander Rabb”
Something
wasn’t right. “Why is Harm in my office?” Bud took
the next five minutes to tell me what happened, or what he thought
happened after court dismissed.
I thanked Bud as we left
Harm’s office and entered the bullpen. Taking a deep breath I
opened my office door. What I found inside was totally unexpected. It
was getting dark; the only light was coming in from the window. From
a quick scan of the room nothing was out of place, everything was
where it was suppose to be, except for Harm. He was standing, with
his back to the door, looking out the window. It looked as if he had
been there for a while. But why?
“You know you can see
the parking lot from here” He didn’t say hello, or turn
around but he knew it was me.
“Yes, I have a very nice
view of the parking lot.” I paused and waited to see if he
would continue, say something to let me know what was going on. He
stayed silent, continued to stare out the window.
“Bud
said you’ve been in here since court ended this morning, you
didn’t leave for lunch.”
“I wasn’t
hungry.”
At least he responded to a question, that was a
good sign. However I really didn’t want to play twenty
questions, I needed him to talk to me. “Bud also said you had a
visitor right after court and you seemed upset when he left.”
“Bud
talks too much”
That went nowhere, time for the direct
approach. “Who was the visitor Harm?”
“Corporal
Wright”
“The victim’s boyfriend?” He
shook his head yes. His court case was a murder, he was prosecuting.
A female civilian worker was murdered by a coworker, an ensign on
temporary duty at Pax River. The victim’s boyfriend, also in
the Navy attended court everyday even though he was visibly upset
through out the entire trial. Harm distanced himself from the
boyfriend, kind of like how he tried to handle Corporal Wetzel; he
didn’t want to get involved. But my guess is it didn’t
work.
“He came to me after court, he wanted, no needed
to talk.”
Bingo, Harm just couldn’t stay
unattached in some cases. But what did the corporal say that resulted
in this mood, for lack of a better word and why was he in my office?
Silenced entered the room again. I didn’t know if I should
continue to ask questions or wait for him to say something.
“You
know every letter tape he sent home my Dad always said I love you
Trish, or tell Harm I love him.” As Harm began to talk again he
continued to look out the window, as if he was looking into the past
or maybe looking for something. “Dad rarely wrote letters, just
the tapes, he said they were easier. But a few weeks after we were
told he was missing Mom got a written letter from Dad. He had mailed
it a few days before he went down. In it he wished her a Happy New
Year, Happy Valentines Day, Happy Birthday and a Happy Anniversary.
He told her he was getting a head start on the year so she couldn’t
bust his chops for forgetting.” Harm paused, “and he told
her he loved her.” Another pause, “I called her this
afternoon, my Mom, told her I had some leave coming up and would be
coming to California, I wanted to see her. I think she thinks I’m
crazy but she said let her know the dates and she would make sure she
was free. I told her I loved her and was sorry I didn’t tell
her more often.” Harm chuckled just a little, “Now that I
think about it, she probably does think I’m crazy.”
Whatever Corporal Wright said affected Harm on a very
personal level, so much it encouraged him to call his Mom. All in all
not a bad thing, but why the solemn mood now?
After a long
pause Harm continued, “Annie once told me one thing she
regretted was not telling Luke more often she loved him.”
What, where had that come from? I didn’t know what was
going on in that head of his but I did know he needed to turn around
and look at me. I moved closer to him and placed my hand on his
shoulder. He turned around as if he knew I needed to see his him. His
facial expression was so deep, so raw with emotion, what had happened
this afternoon?
“What are you thinking now?”
“A
day six years ago, the day we met.”
He was thinking
about Diane, I tried to stop him from continuing, “Harm, maybe
you shouldn’t…”
“It was one of those
moments, Mac where lives intersect and there’s not a traffic
light to be found,” he paused and looked at me, he reached out,
touched my face, and then took my hand, brought it up to his lips and
kissed it. Placing it against his heart he continued, “And I
thank God everyday that you are still in my life. I love you Mac and
I couldn’t let another day go by without you knowing it.”
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He had taken me
completely by surprise. All I could do was look at him. I could see
the love in his eyes, in his face and it wasn’t you’re my
best friend kind of love. He had finally let go, opened up, spoken
from his heart. It was all I ever wanted, all I needed. I had to tell
him.
“Six years ago I walked into your life” I
paused, looked at him, reached out, touched his face, and then took
his hand, brought it up to my lips and kissed it. Placing it against
my heart, and continued, “and you stayed. You are the best
thing that has happened to me Harmon Rabb and I love you too.”
The smile on his face was bigger than I had ever seen before.
His expressions ranged from relief to happiness and finally to
contentment, mission accomplished. He wrapped his arms around me and
he pulled me closer, tighter, he didn’t let go and that was
fine with me. All too soon he relaxed, pulled back slightly, caressed
my face with his hands and kissed me with a warmth and love I had
never felt before.
“Let’s go home, Mac.”
It’s not how I expected the day to end. It’s so
much better. Harm and I are embraced in each other’s arms and
surrounded by each other’s love. The only way I can describe it
is we are finally home.