Everyday



Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, these characters weren’t on the list of things I own. They belong to DPB, Belisarius Productions, Paramount Pictures, and CBS Television.

Spoilers: Anything up through and including "Crash," I guess.

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JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
Friday, February 13, 2004
1304 Hours (local)

When Mac returned to her office after spending a large part of the morning in court, she noticed the small pink envelope propped up against her computer screen as soon as she walked around the corner of her desk. Setting her briefcase down beside her desk and taking a seat, Mac gingerly picked up the envelope and studied it before opening it. Her name was spelled out in large letters on the front, the handwriting nondescript. Flipping the envelope over, it was sealed by a small, gold heart-shaped sticker. Curious, Mac wrinkled her brow as she opened the envelope, carefully peeling the sticker back, taking care so as to not rip it. Once opened, Mac was able to pull out the card, a bright red heart with gold lettering on the front that spelled, "I love you." Quickly flipping the card over, Mac read what little as on the back. There were four words, "To: Mac" and "From: Harm." Flipping the card back over to the front again, Mac had to read the words another time before she rose to her feet, clutching the card in her hand, and headed to Harm's office.

Knocking on Harm's doorframe, Mac waited for him to look up before she spoke. When his gaze met hers, she stepped into his office and held the card out, asking, "Harm, what is this?"

"A Valentine's Day card," he responded, a small smile on his lips.

"Aren't we a little old for cards like this?"

Harm shrugged and looked back down at the papers in front of him. "Mattie bought a box of these cards for school. She had a few left over, so I figured… Why not?"

Nodding, Mac asked, "Isn't Mattie a little old for cards like this?"

"I thought so," Harm admitted, "but it seems to be the thing in high school."

Relaxing a little bit, Mac asked him another question, "So, she's settling in okay?"

Sighing heavily, Harm said, "I guess so. We've had some problems with her English teacher, she hates it when I go out of town, even though she knows I have to, but I think she's adjusting. We both are. It's just taking time."

Smiling slightly, Mac responded, "I'm sure it is an adjustment. For all of you. But it's a good thing you're doing." Looking down once more at the card in her hand, Mac said, "Well, thanks, for the card." Turning to go, she was stopped when Harm called her name.

"Mac?" Waiting until she had turned around and her eyes were focused on him once more, Harm asked her, "You know what I think about Valentine's Day?"

"No," Mac responded, shaking her head.

"I think it sucks. It's a marketing thing. The card companies, the candy-makers, the florists, they all do this to make money, but that isn't what gets me. What irritates me about Valentine's Day is that people feel like they have to go out of their way to show others how much they mean to them." Pausing, Harm visibly tensed as he went on, "I think that's a load of cow manure. We should show people everyday how much they mean to us, not just on one day of the year."

Offering him a small smile, Mac nodded, "I agree, Harm."

Relaxing a little, Harm asked, "Do you have plans with Webb tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Mac admitted softly, "provided he doesn't cancel on me. What about you? You have plans?"

"Nah," Harm shook his head. "Mattie is going out with some friends to the dance at school. Jennifer has a date, and you… Well, I'm on my own."

Thinking as she looked at the gold lettering on the card in her hands, Mac didn't know what to say, so she said nothing.

Studying her posture, Harm asked, his tone serious, "If Webb cancels on you tomorrow, call me, and we'll do something."

Looking up and meeting his gaze, Mac nodded. "Harm?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you mean it?"

"About Webb?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he went on, "Yeah."

"No," Mac shook her head. "About…" she trailed off, her fingers playing with the sticker on the envelope.

"Oh," Harm said, suddenly understanding her. "Yeah, I do."

"And do you really think that we should show the people we care about what they mean to us everyday?" she asked.

Now confused, Harm answered, "Yeah…"

Cocking her head to the side, Mac met Harm's gaze and asked, "And what if I cancel on Webb? Could I call you?"

Smiling, Harm nodded as he said, "You could."

"Okay," Mac answered, smiling as well. Turning to go, she paused at his doorway and looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Harm?"

"Yeah?"

"I like the card. I don't have one for you, but if I did, it'd be a lot like this one," she said, holding the card up so Harm could see the gold lettering. Leaving his office, she didn't wait for his response.

When she returned to her office, she sat back down and picked up the phone, dialing a number that had become so familiar to her in the last few months. When she heard the voice on the other end of the line, Mac said, "Clay? About tomorrow night… I can't go." Listening to him, Mac couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Why? I want to spend some time with an old friend." Even while Webb correctly guessed to whom she was referring, Mac kept smiling. "Yeah, it's Harm. I think it's time he and I moved past whatever it is between us." When Webb said nothing, Mac said, "Thanks, for everything, Clay," and hung up. Gazing out her office door, she met Harm's gaze as he was standing in the bullpen, watching her. Mac nodded to him and mouthed the words, "I'll call you." The grin that appeared on his face made her own smile widen.

And made her knees melt, just like it used to.

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