Disclaimer: Still not mine, never will be, don't sue me.

Ok guys. I'm posting this last chapter from a Barnes and Noble in Montgomery, Alabama. I know I said a couple chapters but it turned out to be only one because I'm seriously running out of time seeing as I start OTS tomorrow. This does indeed end the story but there's a lot more I want to write. Soo... while MIA is now done I am planning on writing a sequel which deals a lot more with the aftermath and psychological aspects of the events in this story. Which is why this ended up being only one more chapter because some of the things I was going to cover have been moved to the sequel. So here it is, the last chapter of MIA. Thanks to everyone who has been reading this and especially to those who have reviewed. I really appreciate it (yeah, I say that a lot but I do mean it) and I hope you have enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Sequel won't be up until at least November so look for it come this winter. Thanks again to everyone! More notes at the end.

Wednesday

JAG Headquarters

1915 ZULU

Commander Sturgis Turner sighed heavily as he placed the phone back in the cradle. He'd been on the damned thing all day trying to juggle three different cases not including Vukovic's upcoming court martial. For a brief moment he bitterly resented Harm and Mac's absence, resulting in everyone else getting snowed under with work. Almost immediately he regretted the emotion, reminding himself that it wasn't their fault. For that matter, considering the reason behind their absence he couldn't logically stay mad. He knew he sure as hell wouldn't want to be going through what they were.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Sturgis leaned back in his chair, taking a few minutes to relax before getting on the phone again. He hadn't talked to Harm or Mac since dropping them off Monday, instead having Bud perform all the required communicating. He felt vaguely guilty about basically avoiding the pair but he didn't want to risk a repeat of the hospital confrontation. Besides, he had no idea what to say to them beyond work related topics. Sturgis wondered sadly when the situation had gotten so bad. Glancing outside his office briefly to make sure no one needed him, he pulled open a desk drawer and tugged out a picture. Frowning, he studied it. It was a picture of Harm, Keeter, and himself at their Naval Academy graduation. Things had seemed so simple back then; it'd been easy to think they would all remain friends forever. Now Sturgis couldn't remember the last time he'd talked to Keeter and he was in the middle or a huge argument with Harm.

Sighing again he shoved the picture back in the drawer. Trying to push the depressing thoughts from his mind he pulled the file for Vukovic's case towards him. He knew the chances of regaining such a close friendship with Harm were slim. The least he could do was try his best to put guy who caused such trouble for his old friend behind bars. Scowling down at the file he flipped it open, carefully rereading every detail and note he had. Bud had come to many of the same conclusions and Sturgis hoped fervently that they had enough to get a conviction. The testimonies were pretty clear but they both knew the entire case hinged on Harm and Mac. Mac had already agreed to testify but it was Harm's presence that would really turn the tide. Unfortunately Sturgis wasn't sure they would get it. So far Mac was stubbornly insisting that it hinged on whether Harm remembered enough to do so. As it stood neither was being very clear on just how much Harm did remember, resulting in Bud and Sturgis being unsure about Harm's eventual presence at the trial.

Painstakingly Sturgis began to rewrite the outline for the prosecution, adding even more notes than were already there. The trial started at 0900 the following morning and he wanted to make absolutely certain they were prepared. Initially both Bud and he had been surprised at the quick turn around in scheduling. After a short discussion they'd realized that this was by far the most serious case currently up for trial and considering the consequences the "alleged" crimes had caused, they figured it wasn't all that surprising after all. Every other case Sturgis was handling were minor, the majority of which, if not all, would be settled out of court. After asking around a bit he discovered that most of the other cases in the backlog were the same, leaving Vukovic's court martial as the priority.

Hearing a knock Sturgis called out absently, "Enter." When the door closed again he glanced up, smiling briefly at Bud and waving him to a seat. After finishing what he was writing, Sturgis leaned back, "So, what's new?"

Bud set his own file down, flipping it open, "Not a whole lot. Everything seems to be in order."

"Talk to Mac?"

Bud nodded, "Yes. She said she'll be here in the morning."

"And Harm?"

Bud gave Sturgis an apologetic look, "So far no confirmation on whether he'll be at the trial. Colonel MacKenzie is still insisting it be his decision based on how much he remembers."

"But she won't say what he remembers?"

"Actually, Captain Rabb won't say it. I talked to him and he's dancing around the subject as much as she is." Bud sighed and shrugged, "I can't get them to budge."

Sturgis huffed irritably, tempted to call the pair himself but he knew if he did he would just irritate Mac even more. After a short pause he bit out, "Ok, so we'll just go on the assumption that Harm won't be present. At least we'll have Mac's testimony; hers is going to be the key our entire case hinges on." Bud nodded in agreement. He didn't have to be told twice. In all honestly neither man was really looking forward to hearing Mac's description of events again. It made their blood boil to think of what she had gone through and they knew it had been ten times worse for Harm. Both sighed slightly then settled in to hammer out the final details of the case, throwing all their efforts into forming a winning case.

Mac's Apartment

0100 ZULU

Mac wandered back into the bedroom after she finished cleaning up the kitchen to find Harm apparently asleep. Smiling slightly to herself she moved around the room as quietly as she could. The doctor had said the painkillers would make him sleep more than usual and she only hoped he'd get some good sleep this time. It seemed that nearly every time he slept for more than a few hours he would wake up from a nightmare. Not that Mac was much better, if Harm wasn't waking up screaming then she was. Wryly she thought it was quite a miracle that either of them could even function any longer with such little consecutive sleep. Pausing at Harm's side she brushed her fingertips lightly across his cheek. When he didn't stir she kissed him softly on the forehead and slipped out of the room, reassured that he was sleeping soundly for the moment.

Settling on the couch she absently picked Hammer up when he batted at her feet. Sighing softly she idly stroked the puppy while contemplating the upcoming trial. She didn't at all look forward to having to restate everything that had happened to her. It was bad enough that the events haunted her every moment without recounting them, again, to a crowd. Mac honestly wasn't sure about Harm, either. She knew he wanted to testify yet he seemed even more terrified than she of speaking out loud about what had happened to him. It wasn't that he said anything about it, but she could see the fear in his eyes whenever the subject of testifying was brought up and she'd noticed him dance around the subject.

Mac had actually been pretty surprised when he didn't leap on the chance to testify in the trial. Though she knew he didn't remember everything about his captivity, and chances were he probably never would, he remembered enough to make a compelling testimony. Yet he'd shied away from the idea. That action, more than anything, hammered home just how much this whole situation had messed up everything. Mac knew her Harm, the man she'd been partnered with for so many years, was still there yet now it was tempered with the trauma of recent events.

She had also noticed a rather distinct difference between how Harm interacted with her and how he spoke to others. Jen had come by again to see them and both Bud and Harriet had stopped by also. When the others were around Harm would become quieter, still charming and friendly yet a distinct difference from his old personality. When they left he'd loosen up, subtly shifting more towards the way he had been before Iraq. It worried her and yet she understood it completely. Mac had noticed a tendency herself to withdraw around their friends as well. Shaking her head slightly she wondered sadly if the situation had permanently damaged their ability to trust others, even their own friends.

Letting out a slow breath she decided to worry more about their psychological issues later. Right now she needed to worry about the trial. Resigning herself to the prospect of having to talk about it again in the morning, Mac began mentally reviewing what she wanted to say. She didn't want to risk leaving anything out. She decided she would discuss the possibility of getting Harm to the trial with him in the morning.

Friday

JAG Headquarters

1400 ZULU

Lieutenant Commander Roberts sighed tiredly, following Commander Turner into the court room. The previous day had seemed to drag on forever. The whole day had been taken up by testimonies for the prosecution, including Colonel MacKenzie's. Bud had heard her testimony before yet it was no easier to hear it again. In fact, knowing now how bad off Harm was made it worse. He couldn't help but picture the events and his overactive mind kept interspersing Mac's description with vivid images of Captain Rabb even though no one had heard Harm's account of the events. Bud wondered briefly if even Colonel MacKenzie had heard everything.

Setting down his briefcase, Bud glanced up absently as the door to the court room opened. His jaw dropping in shock, he wordlessly reached over and tapped Sturgis on the shoulder. When the older man looked at him curiously Bud silently pointed at the door. Sturgis frowned slightly then turned around also. Bud could see his own surprise reflected on the Commander's face when he saw Captain Rabb sitting in a wheelchair just inside the room, Colonel MacKenzie standing stoically behind him.

Both lawyers stood frozen as Mac carefully pushed the wheelchair up the aisle, clearly using it for her own support as well. The door opened again and General Cresswell slipped in, watching the pair silently. Bud studied his superior officer for a long moment, trying to determine whether the General had anything to do with the sudden appearance of Harm. The General's face gave nothing away, however, his expression carefully closed. Bud redirected his gaze to Harm and Mac as the two officers drew closer. He noticed that they had managed to get Harm's uniform over the casts and the shoulders were now adorned with captain's shoulder boards.

Harm glanced between the two officers and Bud was struck by how exhausted he looked. For that matter, on closer inspection, he realized Mac also looked drained. Frowning to himself, the Commander began to wonder if there was more going on than he realized. When he had talked to Harm and Mac on the phone and in person they had seemed collected and capable, he had never noticed the tiredness or the haunted eyes. Harm spoke quietly and Bud looked back down at him, "You said you wanted me to testify?"

Sturgis nodded warily, replying quietly, "Yes, we do."

Harm was silent for a moment, exchanging a brief glance with Mac. Neither officer's expression gave anything away though Bud figured they had to be communicating something to each other. After a pause Harm gave a sharp nod, "Fine."

Sturgis stared in shock, finally managing to collect himself, "You will?"

Harm nodded again, once more exchanging a glance with Mac. Mac nodded slightly to him then turned and moved her partner and herself to the waiting room for witnesses. Neither one glanced at Vukovic when the Lieutenant walked by with his lawyer. Ignoring the shock on Vukovic's face, the pair settled in to wait for Harm to be called to the stand.

JAG Headquarters

1615 ZULU

Commander Turner rose, exchanging a glance with Bud. Captain McCord and the jury looked at him curiously, waiting for him to speak. Sturgis took a deep breath and glanced briefly at Commander Matthews and Lieutenant Vukovic, both of whom were watching him warily. Allowing himself a tight smile Sturgis looked down at his file before looking back up at the judge. "Your honor, the prosecution calls Captain Harmon Rabb to the stand." Sturgis heard the sharp intakes of breath from both Matthews and Vukovic but didn't look at them again, waiting in silence for Harm to enter.

The bailiff helped the Captain to the stand and Sturgis saw Mac waiting out of the corner of his eye. Taking another deep breath he stepped around the table, smiling slightly Harm. Harm looked at him for a moment then nodded slightly, indicating his readiness though he didn't smile back. After another short pause Sturgis began, "Please state your name, rank, and current billet."

"Captain Harmon Rabb, JAG Headquarters, Falls Church, Virginia."

Harm took a steadying breath as he waited for Sturgis to begin. Mac and he had had a long discussion about his testimony the night before. Harm still wasn't sure about describing the events to others but eventually they had agreed that he needed to do this. Some of his memories were still fuzzy and there were a few gaps but he remembered enough to convey the proper events. Realizing Sturgis had asked him something, Harm answered automatically, grateful for the return of enough memories of legal training to remind him of what he should be saying, "Captain Harmon Rabb, JAG Headquarters, Falls Church, Virginia."

"Thank you, Captain. Let's start at the beginning. I have orders here that state you were being sent to Florida, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever arrive in Florida?"

"No, I was redirected mid-flight to the middle east."

"Mid-flight? How did you get to the middle east then?"

"In-flight refueling."

"Right. What happened when you arrived in the middle east?"

"I landed in country and boarded a COD destined for the USS Reprisal."

"Why?"

"I was being sent to aid Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie on a case."

"Were you told why she needed your help? Specifically?"

"Yes. The case involved an F-14 pilot accused of firing on our own men. As an F-14 pilot I suppose they thought my experience would be necessary."

"You suppose?"

Harm arched an eyebrow, "Well they didn't exactly explain their reasoning to me. I was ordered out to help with the case, so I went, I didn't take the time to question it."

Sturgis nodded slightly, smiling again. It was a perfectly logical answer and Harm knew the Commander could use it in his favor. "So you were following your orders, as an officer should?"

"Objection, leading the witness!" Commander Matthews' voice rang out. Harm had been wondering how long it would be until she said something.

Sturgis didn't even look over at her, keeping his gaze fixed on the judge. Captain McCord nodded slightly, "Sustained."

Sturgis thought for a moment then asked instead, "You were heading out to the Reprisal correct?" Harm nodded. "Why then, were you in country?"

"To question the marines that had been shot at as well as the Harrier pilot. They were all stationed on the ground so we went to them. The Captain of the Reprisal gave us permission as the marines we were to talk to were supposedly stationed well away from the front lines."

Sturgis nodded slightly, shooting a sidelong glance at Matthews to see if she was going to say anything. When the other lawyer was silent he continued, "What happened when you got in country?"

Harm shifted slightly, hanging on to his control for dear life. He could feel the horrible memories lurking just out of reach, waiting to overwhelm him. He forced himself to distance himself from the events, trying to retain a modicum of calm, "We talked to the marines. We had just finished our interviews when the group we were with was ambushed in a town."

"You participated in the fight?"

"Objection, relevance," interjected Commander Matthews.

This time Sturgis defended himself, "Your honor, this information impacts the future actions. It is relevant."

McCord appeared to debate with himself for a moment then nodded sharply, "Overruled. Continue, Commander." Sturgis nodded and turned back to Harm, waiting for the Captain's answer.

Harm nodded, "Yes, we did. We had to; otherwise we would have probably ended up dead."

"Why?"

"We're trained officers. The marines didn't have the time to worry about a few lawyers, nor should they have to."

"Then what happened?"

Harm took a deep breath, "The fighting finished. There was… I don't know; something happened. I heard Ma- Colonel MacKenzie shout something. I remember running, next thing I knew we were face to face with our enemies."

"And?"

"We surrendered; we didn't have a whole lot of choice. Not that it did us any good," Harm replied bitterly.

"Do you remember why Colonel MacKenzie shouted?"

Harm thought for a long moment, struggling to put his memories in order. Eventually he answered, his voice becoming more confident as he spoke, "She saw something. Lieutenant Vukovic was running somewhere, she wanted him to stop."

"Did he?"

Harm shook his head slightly, "No. We… ran after him."

"And then?"

"I… I'm not sure. There were men… Vukovic was on the ground."

"Your men? Or others?"

"I don't know." Harm looked disconcertingly confused, "I think they were others, but I just… I can't picture them."

Sturgis was quiet for a moment, studying his old friend. He gave what he hoped was an encouraging nod, "Continue. Please?"

Harm sighed, mentally bracing himself. He looked over to where Mac was sitting, her eyes never leaving his face. When she noticed him looking at her she smiled reassuringly. Harm smiled weakly in return. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he began to speak, knowing if he looked away the memories would defeat him, "They put into… a truck, I suppose. I remember them hitting us, yelling at us for talking to each other. We were dragged into small rooms." There was utter silence in the court room as Harm talked, his gaze still fixed firmly on Mac. He could see the worry reflected in her eyes and a part of him knew she was right to do so, he wasn't sure he would make it through this. Slowly he continued, "They hit us, asked us questions."

"What did they want?" Sturgis' voice was quiet, trying not to startle the man sitting at the stand.

Harm shrugged, "I don't remember. I assume information about the US forces in the area but… I can't remember." He stopped abruptly, fighting with the flashes of memory. He could feel himself slowly being drowned in the horror and frantically focused on Mac's face, breathing slowly, grasping vainly at her image to keep himself from falling.

"Keep going, please."

Harm felt resentment bubble to the surface at being forced to talk about this. What was left of his rational mind comforted him with the knowledge that it was important to talk about it, that it would result in a positive ending though he could no longer remember what that ending was. "I don't know how long we were there when I heard Colonel MacKenzie's voice outside my cell. The door wouldn't open and I…" His voice hitched and he could see the anguish in Mac's gaze. Trying to silently reassure her that he didn't hold anything against her he continued quietly, "I ordered her to leave and save the lieutenant. After she left I tried to get out but couldn't, the lock was too rusty to be opened without a key.

"They were angry. Yelling. I was thrown into… I'm not sure, someplace dark. The rest of it is a blur, a painful blur. Eventually they found me." He didn't make a distinction between the "they" in his speech, unsure if he could even give a distinction at the moment. Harm fell silent, only then realizing that he was breathing raggedly. He could remember more details, they flashed through his mind rapidly, but he couldn't bring himself to describe them. He hoped that no one would ask for them, he knew if he had to try and talk about it he would lose what little control he had managed to retain.

Sturgis was silent for a long moment, watching his friend struggle with himself. Finally he asked quietly, "Can you tell us about the injuries you've sustained?" At Harm's wild look he added quickly, "Just tell us what they are."

Harm nodded slowly, briefly closing his eyes. He opened them immediately, feeling the fear surge forward at the darkness. Haltingly he answered, still breathing heavily but gradually calming, "Broken ribs, broken bones in both arms and both legs, concussion, bruised organs."

"Thank you." Sturgis chanced a glance at Captain McCord and the jury. Everyone was staring at Harm with varying degrees of horror and pity reflected on their faces. Looking back at Harm he stated, voice calm, "Captain? We're going to talk about the events at the hospital now, alright?" Finally Harm managed to look away from Mac, nodding slightly in agreement. He could feel her still watching him and knew that he could control his inner demons for at least a little longer. When Sturgis saw that he had Harm's attention he asked, "Can you tell me about the encounter at the hospital?"

"Lieutenant Vukovic came into the room, said he was there to see how we were doing. He asked to speak to Colonel MacKenzie in private when she refused he tried to insist. I stepped in and repeated what she'd said. At that point he got a bit… irritated with me and continued to insist on speaking with her in private. The Colonel refused again and he implied that she was deliberately trying to harm his career. She asked him to leave. When he refused I asked also. Eventually she ordered him out."

"I see. You say he got a bit irritated, can you elaborate?"

Harm shifted uncomfortably, trying to state the facts as objectively as possible, "He told me it wasn't up to me as to whether he could speak to the Colonel in private."

"And?"

"Colonel MacKenzie simply reiterated what I had said."

"She was not being antagonistic towards the Lieutenant?"

Harm frowned, glaring at Sturgis, "No, if anyone was being antagonistic to the lieutenant it was me. You see, it was my hospital room and I didn't want her to leave as that would leave me unable to do anything. As you can see I'm still confined to a wheelchair and at the time I could barely move. Being alone was not high on my list of preferred situations." He knew he shouldn't get so forceful towards Sturgis but he couldn't help himself, he refused to let anyone imply that Mac was at all at fault. He would rather take the blame himself than have someone think his partner was being a poor officer.

Sturgis spoke calmly, "Ok, I'm sorry; I wasn't trying to imply anything, Captain." Harm glared at him a moment longer then gave a short nod. Sturgis looked at Captain McCord, "No further questions, your honor."

McCord nodded and glanced at Lieutenant Matthews who, Harm was pleased to note, looked rather uneasy about saying anything. "Lieutenant?" McCord asked, waiting calmly for the lawyer to begin.

Matthews cleared her throat and stood, shuffling the papers in front of her. She didn't look up at Harm when she asked, "You admit that you are having problems remembering the events of Iraq?"

"Yes, being hit on the head several times will do that to you," Harm replied. Briefly something flashed through his mind, a memory of deliberately blocking out his own mind but it was gone before he could grab it, leaving him wondering about the specifics of his amnesia.

He was startled out of his musings by Matthews' next question, "Then how can we accept a testimony by someone who admits to having amnesia?"

"Objection!" Bud and Sturgis spoke in unison, both men shooting to their feet with furious expressions on their faces.

Harm saw Matthews flinch at the vehemence and she rapidly stated, "Withdrawn."

Harm gazed down at her impassively, ignoring her comment and replied, "Because, though yes, I am having problems remembering everything I do remember quite a lot. Though my mind is not clear on some of the specifics of my captivity what I do remember, I remember very clearly." His voice was haunted and he dimly noticed everyone watching him intently, a part of him registered that they appeared to believe him but the larger part of him was struggling to stay calm. He didn't like having it implied that he was untrustworthy.

No one spoke for a long moment then Matthews cleared her throat again, "Ok. Umm… You said you ran after the Lieutenant. Why?"

"Because…" Harm hesitated, frowning thoughtfully. "To stop him."

"Stop him from what?"

Harm frowned more, focusing intently on his memories, no longer paying attention to the people around him, "He was running… away from the marines. It was the wrong direction. We… we'd seen some of the ambushers come from that direction, it was dangerous to go without the marines."

"So you chased him to stop him?"

"Yes."

"What did you find when you found him?"

Harm cocked his head slightly, "I don't recall exactly. I remember seeing him lying on the ground, and then I remember him being carried into a building while the Colonel and I were taken elsewhere. The next time I remember seeing him he was conscious but a bit bruised. Then I didn't see him again until I was in Bethesda."

"I see. Speaking of Bethesda, you said you told the Lieutenant he could not speak to the Colonel?"

"No, I told him he wasn't going to be speaking to her alone. This was after the Colonel had already told him that he could speak to her in there or not at all."

"And why would you say that?"

Harm frowned irritably, his patience wearing thin, "I already answered that. I will admit to not wanting her to leave as I did not wish to be alone due to my own inability to do anything for myself. And since she had also already stated that she did not want to speak to him in private I felt confident in backing her up."

"I see. Then later you asked him to leave, before the Colonel did so."

"Objection--"

Sturgis didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before McCord spoke, pinning Matthews with a firm stare, "Sustained. Is there a question in there, Commander?"

"Ah, yes, your honor. Captain Rabb, did you ask the Lieutenant to leave before the Colonel?"

"Objection, the witness is not on trial."

"Sustained."

Matthews frowned, "Captain Rabb, how did the lieutenant react when you asked him to leave?"

Harm was watching her steadily, his blue eyes calmer than they had been all day, "He said he wouldn't leave until he had his answer. At that point the Colonel also insisted he leave, eventually ordering him to do so."

"And his reaction to this?"

"He left," Harm paused before adding, "Eventually." He plowed on before Matthews could speak again, seeing that she was about to end the questions. "She did have to tell him three times."

Matthews scowled though she was careful to keep her face directed towards her papers and not anyone else in the room. After a short moment she looked up, face calm once more, "Thank you, Captain, no further questions."

Harm nodded then looked to the bailiff and Mac for help. Both immediately moved forward and once she was able Mac rapidly moved them both out of the room. Neither of them looked around as they left. Once back outside the court room Harm let out a long breath and looked back up at Mac, his eyes haunted, "I never want to do that again."

Mac nodded and pulled a chair next to him, lacing her fingers with his, "I know. Harm, I'm so sorry you had to do that."

"Don't be. It was my decision. I'm just glad you were there. I…" his voice hitched as the emotions he'd suppressed during the testimony came flooding back. "I don't think I would have gotten through it without you."

Mac gripped his hand tighter, trying to convey as much reassurance as possible. He gave her a slight smile, changing the subject, "How much longer do you think the trial will take?"

She sighed, "Probably at least another day. I wouldn't be surprised if it lasts until Tuesday."

He nodded slightly having come to the same conclusion. Squeezing her hand briefly, Harm regretted that they were here and in uniform. He wanted nothing more at the moment than to go home and be able to let go. Sighing he resigned himself to waiting as they both settled in to wait until they could leave.

Wednesday

JAG Headquarters

1500 ZULU

Sturgis and Bud watched the jury anxiously as they reentered the court room. Harm and Mac were both seated in the back of the room but neither man turned to look at them. Vukovic sat tensely in his seat, rigidly at attention staring straight ahead. The trial had dragged on, finally ending late Tuesday and now he was waiting to hear what the jury had decided. He didn't need his lawyer to tell him it didn't look good. Captain McCord stated, "Will the defense please rise."

Stiffly Lieutenant Vukovic rose, coming to attention. Commander Matthews stood next to him, much more relaxed and watching the jury intently. Mentally Vukovic sneered, of course she can be relaxed; her career isn't the one on the line. The jury took their seats, handing the paper to Captain McCord. He perused it briefly then handed it back, "Please read the conclusions."

The jury's speaker stood, clearing his throat. He glanced down at the paper and read, voice clear, echoing through the court room. "Lieutenant Gregory Vukovic, on the charge and specification of disobeying a direct order in time of war, guilty. On the charge and specification of reckless endangerment, guilty. On the charge and specification of misbehavior before the enemy, not guilty. On the charge and specification of conduct unbecoming an officer, guilty. On the charge and specification of disrespecting a superior officer, guilty on all counts." Vukovic tried to see any hints of compassion in the faces of the jurors but found none. The officers gazed steadily forward, expressions impassive.

McCord nodded slightly, "Sentencing?"

"For these charges this court sentences Lieutenant Vukovic to reduction in rank, dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all pay and benefits, and thirty years imprisonment." The man sat back down and Vukovic stared in disbelief. He couldn't believe what was happening. Sure they'd found him not guilty on one of the charges but it was minor when he considered all the other charges piled against him. He supposed he should be grateful that they hadn't sentenced him to death or even life in prison but his life was still over. Numbly he let the guards lead him away, searching the room for Captain Rabb and Colonel MacKenzie. He knew they had come to hear the results but he couldn't find them in the room. Dimly he wondered if anyone would even come to visit him.

THE END

Thanks to Vrbinka, Nix, harmfan, dansingwolf, jaggurl, Brittany, EY, froggy, Radiorox, snugglebug, Lynn and anyone else I missed! Again, thanks for sticking it out despite my insane update schedule at times.

harmfan - Yeah, I do intend to keep writing JAG fic. I'm glad you like the changes. I must say, you guys had a point and it really does work better this way. Thanks for the words of encouragement:)

Brittany - Hope you like what happens to Vukovic. More details about his reactions etc. will be in the sequel. :)

Radiorox - lol Yeah, he needs lots of therapy. And no, my puppy:P just kidding

And because I like fun facts: The name McCord is actually the last name of the actor who played a judge on a few eps of JAG (can't remember the character's name). He also was a recurring character in Farscape which is a large part of why I chose that particular name.