R.I.P HECTOR

SUMMARY: During the funeral for Hector Williams each member of his team stand at the podium to say their goodbyes…here's what they say…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with CBS or The Unit

A/N: My first Unit fic…tell me what you think!

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"Most people don't realize that I met Hector for the first time when we joined the Rangers. It was an instant friendship…a brother-ship if you will. He was the first guy I ever hugged outside of my blood family. He was so un-afraid of showing his emotions."

Grey had to stop and take a deep breath before he could continue.

"Hector would get so mad because I kept my thoughts to myself and he said it was unfair that I always made him talk about what he was thinking and feeling."

Grey chuckled, "He didn't realize that I never had to push much to get him to talk. He was an open book and he always thought he was good at hiding his feelings."

Grey's eyes searched out Jonas's. He needed the comfort that the team leader was always able to provide. Jonas sat up a little taller and took an exaggerated deep breath…Grey followed suit.

"I remember what changed us from being friends that were like brothers to brothers. I-we had been given a week off. I don't know why but we had. Hector and I made plans to go out but that day I got sick. I don't remember much. One minute I was standing there laughing with him and then I was becoming acquainted with the toilet."

Grey smiled and waited while the rest of the mourners finished chuckling as they each got an image of him and a toilet seat.

"The next thing I know I'm waking up in my bed, dressed in nightclothes with different sheets on the bed. I looked over and Hector was sitting on a chair by my bed. I…he woke up seconds after I did and told me I had been sick for three days. He watched over me the entire time."

Tears flowed unabashedly from the man's eyes. He looked down to where the casket should have been.

"I am…was two years older then him yet somehow he always made me feel like the younger brother. After I got sick he had this…'annoying' habit of knocking on my door and peaking his head in to say good night…."

Grey had to bite back a sob as he realized that Hector would no longer be knocking on his door or saying good night to him. Knowing that he couldn't keep his emotions in check any longer Grey stepped away and saluted the man-less boots.

"Good bye brother," he whispered before dropping the salute and walking away.

Grey made his way back to his seat where he could no longer hold back the tears and sobs. His shoulders began to shake and he felt Bob Brown put his arms around him. He laid his head against the other man's shoulders

Bob let him cry as he himself put his attention back on the front of the room where Mac was getting ready to talk…

TBC…