A/N: hey guys! it's Mimi updating my first of three chapts. i've been in AZ for two weeks and it's so good to be home. anyway, this chapter's kinda sad, but i included Kris in it. yay (?).

A/N 2: if you read, LEAVE A REVIEW (please)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
(chapter title - One Hand, One Heart)

Make of our hands one hand
Make of our hearts one heart
Make of our vows one last vow
Only death can part us now…

I sang that song in my head over and over. This was just like Tony's death scene in the musical tragedy West Side Story. But of course, this was an actual person - not some character in a musical.

I cried long and hard into Mark's shirt. He held me and cried, but not as hard as I was crying right now.

"I'm gonna stay here with Roger and Mimi." Mark whispered in my ear. I shook my head, my hair coming out of the braid I had spent two hours doing that morning.

"I wanna stay, too." I was starting to sound like a fucking five-year-old.

"Mary, no. You go home to Sara and Owen - they need you." Mark told me between sobs.

"Kris and Justin are watching them." I said, breaking away from him and getting a Kleenex out of my pocket and dabbed my eyes with it.

"Kris and Justin have work in the morning, plus they have April to look after." Mark argued. I so did not want to argue with him right now.

"I'll call them and see if they could stay for a while longer." I said, sneaking to a quiet corner of the room and dialed the loft. After a while Justin's sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?" he croaked.

"Justin. It's M-Mary. I have some b-b-bad n-news." I swallowed, hard.

"Hold on, let me get Kris." he put the phone down and went to wake his sleeping wife. I heard him whisper 'Mary' and feet walking towards the phone.

"Hey Mary bear. What's wrong?" for an extremely happy person, Kris was starting to get on my nerves.

"Kris, it's Mary. R-R-Roger j-j-just d-d-d-d-d-died." I sobbed. I heard her gasp and tell Justin.

"What hospital are you guys at?" she asked.

"St. James."

"I'll be right there." with that, she hung up the phone. I nodded and closed my phone. I felt tears stream down my cheeks as I went to sit next to Mark. I rested my head on his shoulder as I told him that Kris was coming in a few minutes. He nodded, knowing that she would surely know how to calm Mimi down.

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Ten minutes later, Kris comes up to us. Her eyes are red and puffy, but other than that, she looks good. She's wearing a blue sweater and jeans - not typical for a Homicide Lawyer, but what the hell.

"Hey everyone." she greeted us, her usually happy voice was now grave and sad.

"Hey Kris." we greeted her in unison, not bothering to stand up and hug her - except for Joanne. She and Kris knew each other through law school. Joanne stroked Kris' ponytail as she whispered something in Kris' ear. Kris nodded sadly, looked at me and headed into the hospital room where Roger and Mimi were. I could hear and see everything.

"Mimi?" Kris called. Mimi looked up at Kris - tears streaming down her cheeks. Kris pulled Mimi into a hug and the two of them cried together. Kris rubbed Mimi's back in small circles and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"It'll be okay, babe. He's in a better place now." Kris soothed. "He's in heaven with the angels and the white clouds - who knows - maybe he'll see Collins and Angel." she drew Mimi close to her and continued to hug her tight. Mimi cried into Kris' shoulder and that was the only sound that all of us could hear.

Now it begins, now we start
One hand, one heart
Even death won't part us now.

A/N: don't own the lyrics to One Hand, One Heart. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.