WOW! Thanks for all the reviews I'm really glad you liked it. To those of you who like it the way it is thank you. I wasn't planning on going any farther but so many wanted me too and all of a sudden I had so many ideas. So anyway thanks again here's the second chapter. Short I know sorry but I wanted to get something out. Please read and review!! Thanks

Harm paced the small waiting room located outside the emergency room. His mother sat in the chair closest to the door wringing her hands in nervousness.

"Harm stop pacing you're driving me crazy." Harm stopped and sat down in the chair next to his mother. He looked at her grief in his eyes. Deep, raw grief.

"She gave up mom. She just gave up" A tear rolled silently down his face as his mother shook her head.

"No not yet. She's not dead yet. Don't you dare give up on her. She doesn't have anyone else right now but you. Her husband killed her baby boy almost killed her. She needs you Harmon Rabb Jr." At this point both were openly crying. They heard someone come up behind them and stood up quickly. Trish grabbed her son's hand squeezing it in reassurance.

"Are you here for Sarah McKenzie?" They nodded unable to speak.

"She survived the surgery. She had a collapsed lung and quite a few broken ribs. You both need to listen very carefully. She is alive but the road to recovery is going to be long and hard. Considering the circumstances hers is going to be longer than most. She is going to need all the support she can get."

"She will" Harm mumbled just wanting to get to Mac. When the doctor finally told them they could go in one at a time both agreed she would need Harm to be the first thing she saw when she woke up. He walked in quietly hoping to let her sleep. He looked at her small fragile form lying in the overly white hospital bed and almost collapsed. How could anyone do this to her? How could her husband do this to her? He was supposed to love her and protect her. She began to stir so he grabbed her hand gently stroking it with his thumb.

"Matt" she whispered in anguish. She felt the hand stroking hers and knew it was Harm. She had lived all because Harm just couldn't let her walk away like that. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to go to hell. That this is what she wanted. She wanted to be with her son. Not in this cold hard world with her murderous husband. But his hand holding hers seemed to calm her and lull her into a certain peace that she had been willing to die for only hours ago. She opened her eyes and looked up at her hero. Her knight in shining armor. Even if this damsel was not in the market she was grateful to him. She was taking the cowards way out and she knew it. She needed to face Mic head on for what he did. By now she was sure that he was in police custody she just had to find a way to keep him there. She would fight and live. She would live for Matt. Because he couldn't. He wasn't given a second chance like she was. And to take that for granted would be like taking the time she did have with him and tarnishing it. Matt loved life. He loved going to the park and he loved to hang out at JAG. So Mac would keep going to work and she would go to the park. She would live and fight for him. She noticed Harm staring intently at her.

"Hey. You scared the hell out of me Mac"

"I wanted to be with Matt. But I know now that he would want me to live for him. My son is dead. Because his father killed him. I wanted him to be your son Harm. He loved you and you loved him. He should have been your son and it was my fault he wasn't." Mac stopped for a moment choking down a sob wanting to finish before she lost it.

"It's ok Mac I promise you its going to get better"

"It's not ok! I'm scared Harm I've never been so scared in my life. My son is dead! My husband killed my son and almost killed me. And all I want right now…" She fought to get the words out but a sob escaped her lips. Harm hung his head. Realization dawning on him.

"All you want right now is to be in heaven with Matt" She let out another sob.

"No all I want right now is you. I need you Harm please" Harm's head snapped up at this and it only took him a second to wrap his arms around her. He held her tightly to him careful of her injuries. He thanked God again that he had gotten there in time. His Sarah was safe. And she was alive. He stroked her back lovingly and whispered soothing words in her ear. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. And to her it did.

Trish stood there with tears running down her face. She had peeked in at Sarah and Harm and had heard Sarah's despair. Sarah was a good person, a good friend. She didn't deserve this. Wiping at her eyes Trish let the anger settle in the pit of her heart. She raised her head high and squared her shoulders. She walked out of the hospital and waved down a taxi.

"Leavenworth please"