Harm picked up the phone on the second ring, wondering who was calling him on a Saturday.

"Hello?"

"Harm, it's me Mac, I need your help, it's an emergency!" he heard Mac gasp into the phone. He could tell by her tone as much as her words that something was terribly wrong.

"Mac, what's wrong, where are you?" he asked urgently.

"I'm in the driveway of Bud and Harriet's house and my hand is hurt really bad. I'm sorry to disturb you on the weekend, but I need you to come take me to the emergency room and watch little AJ. I'd drive myself, but I can't get him into the car seat one handed, and I'm kind of bleeding."

"What happened? Wait, never mind, I'm on my way. Can you hang on until I get there? It's going to take me at least 15 minutes."

"Yeah, I can, but hurry, okay?" In the background he could hear AJ start to cry and Mac try to calm him. "Shhh, baby it's okay, everything's okay. We're just gonna wait for Uncle Harm, okay? Won't that be fun to see Uncle Harm?" He could tell she was trying to be calm for the baby's sake, but he could hear the strain in her voice.

"I'm on the way, okay, Mac? Just hang on. If you need me I have my cell phone with me."

 "Okay, Harm."

****

Four hours later little AJ had been restored safe and sound to his parents, and Mac was safe but not quite as sound on Harm's couch, her right hand splinted and swathed in bandages. He had insisted on bringing her back to his place after the doctors at the emergency room had finished with her. When he'd seen how bad her hand looked when he'd rode up to the rescue, he'd been amazed she'd been able to hold it together until he got there. Of course she played it off by reminding him that she was a Marine and Marines were tough, and he let it go at that, trying not to upset her and AJ by letting her see how shaken he was by the condition of her hand.

Luckily, she had "only" broken two small bones and hadn't lost too much blood. Harm had decided she was going to stay over with him for the night so that he could look after her. Even though she kept insisting she was fine, she really didn't put too much of a fight when he drove her to her place to pick up some things and then back to his apartment. In a way, that worried him even more. He knew she must be hurting worse than she would admit if she let him take care of her.

He'd ordered a large pizza (half garden-style, half meat-lover's) as soon as he got back and was now helping Mac eat a slice. Setting it aside for a moment, he turned to her.

"Okay, now explain to me how you ended up a mangled hand."

"AJ shut the minivan door on it," she said sheepishly.

"What??" he exclaimed. "He's too little to slam that heavy door shut!"

"Yes, but the car manufacturer solved that problem by making an automatic sliding door with a remote control. AJ was playing with the keys as I was reaching in to put him into his car seat and he hit the button. I'm going to ASSUME it was an accident. Thank God he wasn't hurt," she said, paling at the thought.

"I'm sorry, Mac, but you're going to have to make up a MUCH better story than that before you go back to the office. I mean, c'mon, a marine sent to the hospital by a little tiny baby? Think of the pride of the Corps!"

"Since when do you care about the pride of the Marine Corps?" she laughed. "But you're right. Maybe I was fighting three terrorists . . ."

"Four," Harm prompted.

"Four terrorists in hand-to-hand combat and one of 'em got in a lucky shot before I rendered them all unconscious!"

"Yeah, that's better," he said, mock seriously.

Mac giggled and started to say something, but then said, "Never mind."

"What?"

"Nothing, never mind!"

"What??" Harm insisted. "I don't trust that gleam in your eye!"

"Well," Mac admitted mischievously, "I thought maybe I could make up a ... jucier ... story."

"Juicy?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, juicy," she said with a gleam in her eye, wondering at her own daring. "Like, I was, uh ... YOU KNOW," she said, wiggling her eyebrows, "with my new boyfriend..."

"WHAT new boyfriend??" Harm asked, shocked.

"I don't have one, I'm just making this up. Anyway, I'm with my new boyfriend, and we get a little too adventurous, and um, I hurt my hand." Mac was enjoying the look of surprise and speculation on Harm's face. His little "like a brother" comment was goading her to try to make him look at her in a less fraternal light.

"Hmmm...." Harm said, pretending to look thoughtful. "Now what position would you have to get into to make this plausible? I mean, I can see straining your leg muscles or something, but breaking your hand?"

Mac tried to ponder this question. "Well, let's see. Maybe if I'm hanging off a chandelier and I slip, I might break my fall with my hand."

"Chandelier, huh? That's a little TOO exotic. Not believable. No, we've got to figure out something else. Maybe if the guy were on top of you..." He pushed her down on the couch and covered her body with his, carefully avoiding her bad hand... "And you tried to switch positions, you might both 
roll off the edge and your hand could get caught underneath." He looked down into her eyes. "Think we should try a reenactment, just to see if it's plausible?"

"Yeah," Mac said breathlessly, realizing from the look in his eyes that she had succeeded in giving him a new perspective of their relationship. "It's always best to practice a maneuver before going into combat, so to speak."

"Except let's leave out the part where your hand gets hurt. I'm not up for another ambulance run tonight."

"No injuries, got it," she said.

Harm looked down at her for another moment and then bent his head and captured her lips with his. He kissed her deeply but briefly and then pulled back.

"What do you think so far?" he asked, studying her face.

"Hmm, maybe a little heavier on the kissing. We want this to be realistic, after all."

"Right. Realistic." He lowered his head again and fused his mouth to hers in a long, hot kiss that got hotter by the moment. After a bit they had both forgotten how the exercise had gotten started and were just enjoying the feeling of their lips and tongues dancing together and the heat spreading through them.

Harm moaned and ran his hand down her side and then back up under her t-shirt. They both gasped as his hand came in contact with her bare breast. He pulled back a bit and looked at her questioningly.

Mac blushed. "You try putting a bra on with one hand!"

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Did you hear me complain?" Harm assured her. He leaned back a moment and pulled the shirt over her head and then carefully down past her bandaged hand. Then he spent a moment studying her.

"God, Mac, you are so beautiful," he said almost reverently. "Do you really want to ... I mean, is this really ok?" he asked. 'Pleasedon'tsaynopleasedon'tsayno,' he chanted to himself.

"This is really ok," she said, a bolt of heat moving through her at his admiring stare. "Unless of course you have a thing against incest," she teased.

"Mac, when I said that, I just..." he tried to explain.

"I know, you were just being a pain in the ass," she said helpfully. "Don't worry about it."

He started to protest, then wondered why he was wasting time when Mac lay half-naked and lovely beneath him, looking up at him with desire in her eyes. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved his mouth to her breasts, eliciting moans from both of them.

From there things moved rapidly. While Harm focused on her breasts, Mac managed to get his fly undone with her one good hand. He paused to pull off his shirt, pants and boxers and then moved to pull off the sweat pants she was wearing. He moved down to where the last piece of clothing hid her core from him. Stroking her inner thighs, he teased her, drawing his finger closer and closer to her heat until at last he brushed against her sex lightly. She thrust her hips up, setting up a friction against his finger, and he obliged her by cupping her and placing his thumb against her bud. She ground herself against him and moaned.

Harm could feel her growing wetter through her panties. Becoming impatient, he pulled them out of the way and slid down to place his tongue where his thumb had been just a second earlier, drawing it in a tight circle around her clit. Mac cried out and continued to rotate her hips against him as he tasted her.  Harm glanced up between her bent knees and saw her head thrown back against the arm of the sofa, her eyes closed and her face flushed, her mouth open on another moan. He kept his eyes on her as he slipped a long finger into her core as he continued to lick her.

Her movements became more frantic as he slipped another finger inside her. He kept it up as she began moaning his name, rubbing herself against him as her head moved restlessly. Her cries grew louder and her movements faster until she gasped and bucked, her body wracked by spasms he could feel where his fingers penetrated her.

Moving up her body, he slid one hand under her waist and used the other to bring her mouth to his as he plunged into her, swallowing her cry. He began pumping steadily into her, not holding back, knowing that her orgasm had prepared her for his invasion. As his tempo increased and he pushed 
harder and harder into her, he had to hold her more tightly to keep from pushing her head into the end of the sofa. Reaching for a better hold around her waist, he bumped against her injured hand, drawing a cry from her of pain instead of pleasure.

"Mac, I'm sorry," he immediately said with remorse.

"It's okay, Harm, but maybe it would be easier if I were on top."

"Okay," he agreed, not wanting to hurt her. "Let's switch."

****

Harm walked into the JAG headquarters Monday morning and was immediately accosted by the Admiral.

"Rabb, what in the hell happened to your hand?" his CO asked.

"Well, sir, there were these four terrorists..."
 

THE END