Mac stood beside Sturgis as Harriet Sims joined them. "I can't believe no one's here." Harriet whispered to Mac. There was only the three of them and then the Admiral. "Her mom's not even here."
"She has a mom?"
"She did. Remember that case with the little girl last year when they thought the dad was beating them?"
"And then they disappeared? Yeah." The dad had tried to hurt Harriet in the office and Mac had to restrain him.
"She said that some moms didn't see the abuse. I always wondered…"
"It might explain a few things." She didn't ever use abuse as an excuse, but it could explain Singer's view on men.
"I just…I can't believe no one's here. I just…she didn't have any real friends."
"It's Singer. What do you expect?"
Harriet looked at her friend. "Are you okay?"
"We saw Harm yesterday."
"How is he?"
"I don't know. I couldn't really tell. About like you'd expect, I guess." Mac sounded totally depressed and Harriet hugged her gently. "It was a little girl, did you know that?"
Harriet shook her head. "No, I didn't." She looked at Sturgis. "Bobbi didn't want to come?"
"She couldn't. Washington was too busy."
A.J. Chegwidden joined his people, standing on the other side of Mac. He hadn't liked Singer; he thought she was trouble, always lying, stirring his people up. She was JAG family though and she had been killed. Even from the grave, she was still haunting them, destroying their lives, especially Harm's. He hated the waste of talent: a good lawyer killed and an even better one behind bars for a crime he didn't commit. He looked over at Mac. There were dark circles under her eyes, like she hadn't been sleeping, and she probably hadn't. He didn't think he'd seen her leave the office except for the day before when she and Turner disappeared at lunch and now. He wondered why she had come. There had never been any doubt about her mutual dislike for Singer and death had done nothing to soften anyone's feelings. He wondered how she was, if anyone was watching out for her. He knew that Harm usually took care of things like that and he knew better than to suggest she do anything different then what she wanted. It either had to be an order or she wouldn't obey. It was hard to believe Mac and Harm had been partners for ten years and it was even harder to believe that, just when things began looking good between them, the rug was pulled out from under them again.
Mac didn't know what she was doing there. Maybe, deep down in her heart, she felt sorry for Singer. If Harriet was right, Singer had had a hard life too and she could have used a friend, especially one like Harm. He'd talked her through so many things in the last seven years: her abusive father, Dalton's death and becoming sober again, her husband's death and the charges afterwards, Brumby…he was her best friend. She'd seen him through a lot before too, but this was the second time in two years that he'd needed her and she couldn't help him. The last time he had nearly died because he was trying to get back for the wedding that shouldn't have even been discussed let alone gotten so close to happening. This time it wasn't her fault but it still hurt. Another part of the reason she was there was that, if the baby was Sergei's, someone should be there for it. She wished that things could have been different, especially for the little girl. Harm would have been a good uncle or even a good adoptive father if it came to that. If Harm were incarcerated, even for a year, not only could they lose Sergei's daughter, but their pact as well. She hated herself for thinking like that. Harm hadn't killed anyone. He would not go to jail. Still, until court was over, until he was home, she would miss him.
Sturgis stood next to Mac, wanting to hold her hand, comfort her somehow, let her know that even if Harm was arrested right now, he would get out and, until then, she had plenty of people to take care of her, to care about her. He remembered the night he'd told Bobbi he was going to the funeral. She'd called Singer several names and the gist of the conversation had been that Singer had bullied everyone for years and now messed up Harm's life. He couldn't blame her. He wasn't crazy about Singer either, much less what she'd done to his friends, and had no idea why he was standing there at the small gravesite. If there was ever anyone he could hate, it would be Singer, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for her as well. He couldn't imagine not having his friends, not having Bobbi, not having his dad; it must have been very lonely for her. He accepted that, for the most part, it was of her own making, but she had to have been very confused, very alone.
Bud thought she was crazy for going, crazy for caring about Singer. Maybe she went for the baby, another little girl that had never gotten to live, never gotten to be held by her mother. She remembered talking to Singer and wondered if she hadn't succeeded, if Singer hadn't kept the baby, if Singer would still be dead. She wondered who the father was and why he wasn't there. She knew Harm well enough to know that the baby wasn't his, but he was protecting someone. She didn't understand who or even why, but had the feeling that Mac did. Her friend looked upset, tired, and she wished there was more she could do to help. But was worried about Harm and wanted to work the case; she'd heard him and Jen talking about it the other day. No one could believe that Harm had been arrested, that they actually thought Harm would hurt a woman. He was one of the kindest, most gentle men she ever knew and she couldn't anticipate a reason why that would ever change. It didn't seem possible, but yet it was happening.
The small service ended and they all disbanded, going their separate ways. Harriet back to her son and husband, the Admiral back to his regular life, and Mac and Sturgis back to Harm before going home, her to an empty apartment, him to his dad.