A/N- Please no torture tools! I am writing as fast as I can. Here is another chapter. Hope you enjoy! I know that the Admiral might have seemed a little out of character in the last chapter, but what do you do with a women who just lost the man she loved and is crying hysterically? I don't know what he would have done on the show, but if I had been her I would have wanted him to do what he did. Just to clarify some stuff. ON with the show!

-3 days later-Mac's apartment-

Mac stood in front of her mirror looking at the women in front of her. It was not the women she used to know. Where had she gone? She knew exactly where she was; she was gone. The minute the Admiral told her that Harm was gone was the minute the old Mac left with him. She breathed unsteadily trying to hold back the tears that threatened to flow. She thought back to the evening when the whole JAG staff came by and gave her their condolences. They had all been crying that evening, except for her. She felt as though she had to be strong for everyone else. After they left she went to her room and cried herself to sleep. That same evening she had held little AJ as he sobbed. The only part that he understood was that "Unca Harm" was in Heaven with his little sister, and that he was not coming back. While Mac had been soothing him she thought back to the deal she and Harm had made. Oh how she wished that she could have given him a baby, even if he was not there to help her take care of it at least she would have had someone to remind her of him. But then again she was glad she hadn't, for the child's sake, he or she would have grown up without a father and practically only half of a mother.

Coates had told Mattie about Harm, and she was devastated. Mac expected Mattie to talk to Jen about her feelings, but on the contrary Mattie came rushing into Mac's apartment and when she hit Mac's arms she began to sob. Mac didn't quite know what to do, but her bottled up motherly instincts took over. She soothed the teenager as best she could. When Mac took Mattie home the next day she found Jen crying on her bed.

"Jen honey what's wrong?" Mac asked soothingly.

"Everything mam, nothing is right anymore. I just lost the man who was practically my father, Mattie will be going home to her real dad soon, and I hurt so much for you mam." Jen managed to say all this while tears steadily flowed. Mac was taken a back. Why was Jen hurting for her? She had never had anyone like that other than Harm and the Admiral.

"Jen why are you hurting for me?" she sat next to her on the bed.

Jen looked into her eyes "Because you just lost the only man you have ever loved, mam. That and I know you feel like you have to be strong for everyone, and that is wrong. We are the ones who need to be strong for you." Mac wrapped her arms around the young girl and tried to soothe her. She had never realized what kind of women Jen really was.

Mac wiped away the few tears that streamed down her face. Today was the day of the funeral, and she was trying to maintain composure. There was a soft knock at her door and she slowly opened it to see Trish standing there.

"You look nice."

Mac looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her dress uniform and had her cover in her hand. "Thank you."

"Harm always said that you were the sexiest Marine in the corps, especially in your blues. He was right, you are very beautiful." Trish told her. "We have to leave now." Trish walked up beside Mac and brushed away a few loose pieces of hair. They had grown very close in the last few days. Loosing someone so close to the both of them brought them together.

"I know." Trish took Mac's hand

"We can do this, together." Mac nodded and they left.

A/N- I have only been to one military funeral, so I am not sure if this is all correct. If you are in the military please take no offense, I mean no disrespect. Thanks

-Arlington Symetary-1200-

Mac, Trish, Frank, Mattie, and Harriet were all sitting on the front row. Mac looked around; there had to be over 75 people there. So many people were touched by this man's life. They began to play "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes as the casket was being brought up the small hill. Sturgis, Bud, Keeter, the Admiral, Admiral Boone, and Sergei were the pallbearers. They placed the casket on its stand. "Forward march, position." called out Keeter. Mac smiled thinking how much Harm would love to see Keeter acting all serious. Sturgis's father was doing the ceremony at the request of the Admiral. Once he finished his sermon and the men were back up there for the flag folding ceremony. The trumpet player stepped forward and began to play Taps. Mac looked over and saw Trish crying.

"Atent hut." AJ ordered. With that all of the military stood to attention; Mac also stood. "21 salute." All of them snapped to a crisp salute. Everyone looked at Mac as she stood at attention with her sharpest salute. The 21 gun salute began.

"Fire." called their leader.

With every fire more tears rolled down Mac's cheeks. After the last shot the flag was finished being folded, and his wings pinned on. "At ease." They released their salute, and sat down. The bagpipes began to play again as AJ handed the folded flag to Trish. She was crying harder now as she fingered the gold wings on the flag. "Mam I would like to say on behalf of the U.S.Navy we appreciate what your son did for his country, and he will be genuinely missed." Trish looked into his eyes and mouthed 'thank you'. Keeter then broke out of line and brought Mac a large mahogany box. It has Harm's name and rank engraved in it. She took it with trembling hands.

"It is all of his belongings that he had on bored. He said that if something was to happen to him that they should be given to you." Tears steadily rolled down her cheeks.

"Thank you." she whispered.

He squatted down, hugged her, and then kissed her gently on the lips. "My honor, and the kiss, Harm said to make sure that I kiss you for him." He marched back into line and they all saluted, and then went to their seats. After everyone had said their goodbyes and condolences they began to leave. Most in tears for their lost friend and the ones he left behind. Mac talked to Sergei for a little while. He said that when the Admiral had informed him of his brother's death he immediately told his superior, who gave him permission to come to the funeral. They said their goodbyes, and then Mac was left standing by the casket alone. She was standing there when she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw him, or at least she thought it was him. She turned to tell Trish, but when she looked back he was gone. 'God I miss him so much, that I am seeing him.' she thought. She rubbed her hand over the smooth wood. "I love you." she muttered barely above a whisper. "Goodbye." she turned and walked away, her heart breaking into a million pieces. It finally dawned on her; he was gone for good.