Rating: G
Summary: How I think the last few minutes of the episode should have ended.
Courtroom in Florida
“I knew you were right, but I still can’t believe you were right,” Mac smiled.
“We all hate to see a good officer go bad.” Harm watched as the large TV was wheeled out of the courtroom.
“Our transport doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning. Shall we sample some of the local cuisine?” One side of his mouth curling up in a casual partial smile.
“I think that’s an excellent idea. I told Jen we could do some more shopping if she wanted, let me see what her plans are.” Mac turned to the Jury box where Jen was still talking with another woman.
“What more could a man ask for then to be escorted to dinner by two beautiful women.” This time both sides of his mouth curled up in a full blown Rabb smile. Mac rolled her eyes and latched her briefcase shut.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” Jennifer asked, her shoulders straight. “Would you mind terribly if I want out with Ensign Caruthers this evening, she offered to show me some of her favorite haunts.”
“Certainly, Petty Officer. We’ll see you tomorrow morning for the flight home,” Mac nodded. Harm struggled to hide his delight. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed both Mac and Jen’s company, he was especially looking forward to a little warm weather time alone with Mac.
“Well, sailor. It looks like it’s you and me against the world,” Mac chuckled, sliding her briefcase off the table.
Harm shook his head, “Yes, ma’am.”
A few hours later they were walking along the shore, well fed, and content to have a little down time together.
“Sometimes I wonder if being on a base the size of postage stamp is such an awful thing if it means weather like this all year around,” Mac sighed, kicking up the sand as she walked.
“I guess everything situation has its upside and downside.” Harm watched her step closer to the water and stop.
Taking her sandals off and placing them both in one hand. Mac looked over to where Harm was still standing.
“Walk with me?” she asked.
“I thought I was.” Harm tried not to look too confused.
“No, I mean walk with me.” Mac held out her hand to Harm.
Kicking off his own shoes, and taking them in one hand, Harm reached Mac’s side in two short strides. Eagerly, his arm reached out, his hand tightly folding around her smaller proffered hand.
“Gladly,” he smiled. Staying the course, patiently closing the gap.
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