A/N- Wow! I thought my story was a little sad, but I didn't know that I had made it that sad. I really appreciate all the reviews. It makes all the typing and checking that much easier. Here is another chapter. Enjoy!

-Mac's car- 2338

Mac sat in her car as the rain lightly hit her windshield and then raced to the bottom. She sat there and let her thoughts wonder away from her. It had been two months since Harm had been killed, to her it seemed like it happened yesterday. She never slept well anymore, couldn't or wouldn't eat; she could barely function without him. Her coworkers had noticed it too. She was always quiet, reserved, and sometimes short tempered. They had tried everything in their power to help their friend recover, but it seemed like it was an impossible task. She truly appreciated their efforts, but there was nothing anyone could do or say that would make her feel better. Unlike most times she did not feel guilty for Harm's death; she realized that she honestly had no control over it. The only way she could assume she was guilty was that he had dated her. Just like he had said all of her boyfriends and husbands are dead or wish they were. Now she had another one to add to her list. She sat and pondered the meaning of life. 'Why go on?' she questioned. 'Why continue on with life?' at that moment she saw all of her coworkers, they were not just coworkers, they were her friends, they were the only people she had left in the world.

They, like many people, knew she would take this hard, but none expected it to be as bad as it had become. Unfortunately they had no idea of the love that had grown between the two people. Harm and Mac had never had a serious relationship, but they did not need, and more than that they couldn't have one since he was overseas. Sure they had learned knew things about each other while he was away, but mostly they just cleared the air and became closer, and more in love.

She turned her car off and got out. She walker slowly towards the door, it was almost like the door was pulling her to it and she did not have the strength to resist. She opened as if behind that door lay something forbidden; and in a way that was so. She sat down on a wooden stool and laid her hands on the cold marble.

"Why hello Mac." There was a small round man with read hair and cheery cheeks standing behind the counter. "I haven't seen you in such a long time. Would you like your usual?" he asked with his thick Irish accent.

"No." she said, no emotion present in her usually determined voice. "Vodka, I would like a glass of Vodka."

"Now Mac, I thought you were trying to sta..."

She held up her hand to end his protests. "Just give it to me." He stood staring at her. "I need it." Finally the man sighed and gave in. He grabbed a glass and filled it with what she had requested. Mac picked up the crystal glass and stared at it for a minute as if she was daring it to tell her "no". She slowly put it to her lips, tipped it back, and allowed the cool liquid to flow through her veins. With each sip she took, it slowly took her pain with it.

-1 month later- Mac's apartment-

Mac unlocked her apartment door and slowly walked in. She laid her briefcase on the floor and turned on the lights. She hung up her coat and cover, and then walked towards her living room window. She would always talk to him at night, and for some reason looking at the stars made her feel closer to him.

She sighed, today had been a day from you know where. She had lost her case in court, had been assigned a new partner, who had no clue what they were doing, and she had dropped a whole stack of files on her way to her office. She went into her kitchen to pore herself a glass of Vodka. Lately she had done what she had feared she would. She turned to the bottle for comfort. Mac was glad it was the weekend; she could get drunk and forget about her sorrows. Drinking had become a regular thing. Every evening she would drink at least two glasses of whatever alcoholic beverage she had around. She hated herself for doing it, but to her without Harm around to comfort her, she needed it, she needed the relief. Not feeling hungry Mac decided to skip dinner and go straight to bed. She walked to her bedroom, and went in. She was about to turn on the light when some movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She went to turn on the lights, but that shadow she had seen move talked.

"Leave the lights off." came the soft, but firm voice. Shivers went down Mac's spine and the hairs on her neck stood up.

"Who's there?"

A/N- hate to leave it there, well not really.LOL. Who is it? Is Mac going to make it? We will see. Please review, I always love getting them.