How to Choose Between a Flyboy and a Spook

By: Comm. Butler

Disclaimer: As I am sure you have heard a thousand times, JAG is not mine and neither is David James Elliot (Man is he hot!) *Whistles*. They belong to CBS and DPB and no matter how long I might save my allowance I have a feeling that I will never have enough money, but hey if they release the seasons on DVD I can own them, as well as all the other shippers out there.

Author's Note: Here is the next story for all of you that read my stories I can't thank you enough. This story I am sad to report to you that eventually this story will have some soft Webb bashing. WAIT! Before Shippers start throwing things and cursing me for not punishing him enough I have to admit I was pretty harsh on him in the story He Ain't Worth Missing, and as much I hate to admit it he is a human being too. Anyway I had better get to the story.

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Harm's Apartment

North of Union Station

0045 ZULU

Thursday

Mac knocked on the door and after a minute let herself in.

"Hey, Harm, can I talk to you?" Mac said quickly. Harm looked up form doing the dishes and answered,

"Oh, hi Mac just a minute. Harm dried his hands and then sat down on one of the barstools.

"Fire away Marine."

"Um, Harm it's kind of personal, so could you maybe have Mattie leave?" Mac looked at Mattie who looked up from where she was curled up on the couch with a book.

"Hi Mac, what's up?" She looked from Harm to Mac and got the picture, "Oh I see you guys want to 'talk', well I'll be on my way." Mattie got up and made her exit with haste.

"She is such a sweet girl." Mac sighed, then continued sitting down on the stool next to him.

"Harm, what I am about to tell you, you must never tell anyone well until after it happens anyway, by then I will be long gone…"

"Mac what are you saying? Are you leaving again because I won't let you walk out of this…"

"Harm just let me finish okay. Anyway, last night Clay asked me to marry him and I said yes and…"

"SHIT!" Harm exclaimed standing and running his hands through his hair. His back was too her as he tried to hold back the tears that were attempting to overcome him. Turning back around he asked,

"Do you love him?"

"Well he loves me." Mac shrugged. She didn't know Harm was going to take it this rough.

"Mac you are avoiding the question."

"Look Harm I am not going to debate this with you. I told you so that you would know when I can't, I wasn't even supposed to tell you because of Clay's position in the CIA." Mac snapped. As Harm's blue eyes looked at her she had the uneasy feeling that he could see all the way to her soul.

"Mac will he make you happy?"

"I believe he will, yes he isn't as bad as you think. Why don't you give him a chance?"

"Mac I don't want to give him a chance because he…he took you away from me and just when you were within my reach too." Harm sighed. Mac looked puzzled,

"What do you mean? Wait I know but I don't want to wait around for the rest of my life for you to make up your mind, and since that is the case I will tell Clay that Sunday is fine. We will be married by 11 and then after a week or so I will go back to JAG and I will resume my duties under the name of Mackenzie so that in case one of his missions may be a threat to me. Harm this is just another hurtle in our friendship and one I think we will overcome, I want to do this." Mac said gently laying a hand on Harm's shoulder, which he shrugged off veraciously and sighed heavily.

"Whatever makes you happy… Sarah, I have stopped trying to stop you."

"Well I just wanted to let you know. I guess I should go, sorry to ruin your evening." Mac said guilty and putting her coat back on she walked out the door and Harm continued working on the dishes. When he finished he went to his bedroom and pulled a long rosewood box out from under his bed.

Turning off all the lights and letting the soft moon light filter through the room he opened the box. Inside were several Cuban cigars. He hadn't needed one for the longest time and he had partially given them up because of Mac, but he really needed one. So he pulled out the lighter that was nestled in the box and light the cigar and when he heard a car engine he when over to the window and taking a long drag looked out.

Mac stood outside of her Corvette and looked back up a Harm's now dark window, but she could have sworn she saw the faint brunt orange glow of a cigar. She shook away the thought and climbed in her Corvette and sped off to her apartment where Webb was waiting for her.