And that's it! The end! Thank you for the reviews it's been a fun ride. :)

Chapter 45 - Fin

The week had been a source for every single human emotion. Elation at being accepted at a new office with a new crew and a new position Harm could never dream he'd enjoy. Frustration because he and Gibbs butted heads over an order that was incorrectly sent.

Happiness at having a wife to come home to despite her own frustrations at work. Anger because said wife withheld a secret he'd stumbled on by chance.

Rage. So much rage that he'd become better in tapering although it simmered beneath the surface. There was a lot of rage that afternoon capped with humiliation that his insecurities would force him to think the worst.

He arrived home earlier than planned, a change of schedule had him back before Mac who was running errands, or so she claimed. After a quick shower, he shaved off the day's stubble and while reaching for his wedding band that sat on the bathroom counter, it slid to the ground and rolled off until the waste basket stopped its trajectory.

Initially, he missed the packaging, ignored the refuse all together until his eyes focused on the oddly wadded paper just next to it. He shouldn't have reached for it, definitely shouldn't have unraveled the tissue and discovered his wife was hiding something from him. It was wrapped, layers upon layers so thick he couldn't simply tear it open but once Harm did, his initial belief was that Mac had cheated on him.

He dropped to his haunches and stared at the offending item, chastsing himself for thinking the worst. 'She wouldn't have hidden this from me.' Harm thought as he tried to find a reason for Mac's deception.

Deceived, he felt deceived because they promised not to hide or lie although he'd had his own brush with dishonesty. The humiliation came next as he hated those angry thoughts especially given the woman was not there to defend herself. There were no signs that Mac was unhappy. Quite the contrary, she was content at JAG, even happier that he found a job that suited him. Even the twice-a-week sessions with Eugenia turned to one.

She was happy, thriving and the scattered pieces of their life finally fell into place. Why this? Why now? And why did he doubt her? And why did it hurt him so much that he sat on the bathroom floor and cried? Harm cried so much that the raw emotion left him feeling exhausted but cleansed. Maybe he needed a good cry?

His perspective changed once he took a second shower and decided his knee-jerk reflex never did him good. Instead of assuming he would talk to her and prepare for the worst as he dressed in the suit Mac picked out for him.

For an hour he waited in silence seated on the couch in the living room, a clean Scrabble board with a solitary word stretched across the top sat on the coffee table. He'd removed any playful words they'd left to one another and wondered again if his initial assumption was wrong.

A woman that took the time to pick out his clothes for date night wasn't cheating. A woman who called him on his cellphone just to say "I love you" wouldn't stray. A woman that made love to him the way she did two nights ago wouldn't even contemplate another. Why was he so insecure?

Sadness came next, the deep bottoming out kind which made him feel like a wretch. Finally, he'd run out of emotions to approach her with when Mac pushed open the front door. "Hey handsome." She smiled when she saw him, eyes widening when she took in his pressed blue suit with matching tie - attire for a date night that once seemed impossible.

They were celebrating life - theirs's - Mac's return and Harm's new job because it was time to be normal and do normal 'couple-y' things. He liked the idea of dinner at the small French bistro just four blocks away and she knew of a jazz bar that was perfect for dancing on a Friday night.

"Give me twenty minutes and we can go." She cheerily stated as Mac undid the buttons of her jacket and began to work on her necktie next.

"Mac, stop." It was with an even temper that Harm slid a thin white stick across the coffee table, stopping it next to the Scrabble board which spelled 'Pregnant.' The stick had two dark blue lines, a clear indication that she was expecting and he was the last to know.

Mac's eyes zeroed in on the table as her shoulders slumped. She glanced between the test and Harm finally feeling some of his anger that made the air feel so thick and heavy. Accusatory eyes bore into his and that Marine wrath crackled to life with a vengeance. "How could you go through my things?"

Contempt dripped from her tongue and other nasty words were held back when she saw the hurt in his eyes and the sorrow. It seemed the last four years had done nothing, there was no lesson to be learned, no grievance. Eventually, they would both fall into their stupid, stubborn ways.

"It wasn't your things, it was trash. I found it in the garbage."

"Why would you look through that?"

"Is it mine?" He asked but the words felt absurd when he spoke them out loud. Funny how his perspective changed when she was in the same room and the angry thoughts that had driven him mad for the last hour dissipated to nothing.

Absent-mindedly she pressed a hand to her belly, a motherly instinct and sign of protection as if she was shielding her unborn baby. She swallowed hard and amber irises that were once glowing and happy were now angry and sad.

Mac clutched at her unbuttoned blouse that was making sure he could see as little skin as possible. She felt cheap, he made her feel cheap and it took every ounce of control to not slap him. "It? You mean our baby. Yes, Harm, it's yours. How could you...Why would you ask that?"

In a split second he felt like a heel; a distinction that was made swiftly once a tear slipped from her eye and Mac wiped it away angrily. "Mac…I'm-"

"Why would I go to someone else? Why would I spend all of these weeks trying so hard to get better for you? And you think I let another man knock me up?!" She shook because the emotions were far too hard to control when the man she loved accused her of infidelity. "I'm not that kind of woman...Don't you know how much it kills me to know that Nazanin slept with Farid? That it was my body laying with another man?"

"Mac...wait-"

"It hurts me more than you know and it isn't fair for you to judge..I can't undo that. As much as I want to, I can't turn back the clocks."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Then why?"

Harm wrung his wedding band, spun it a few times so that the metal against skin caused him pain. She still stood just in front of the coffee table, arms folded across her chest this time and he noticed, for the first time, the subtle differences in her body.

She'd gained a little weight that he'd attributed to better nutrition and a stable diet. Even her belly and breasts were fuller, assets he delighted in the last time they made love. It all made sense now, the exhaustion despite restful sleep and the appetite that was far more abundant than before. Mac was pregnant, carrying his child and his heart races at the possibilities a new life could bring them. "How far along?"

"Eight weeks." She noticed him doing the math in his head and could almost hear the wheels turning as Harm tried to calculate the moment of conception. "That time on the sofa."

"The sofa?" He cringed. "That wasn't exactly my finest moment."

"I had no complaints. You clearly hit your mark." Not that they were trying for a child, Mac had long since decided that part of her life was a void. The doctors in Tehran found too much scar tissue after the abortion that permanently damaged Nazanin. Or so Mac thought, this came as a surprise and it was only at Eugenia's urging that she bought a home test. Three home tests, two of which were negative and a final one Mac corroborated with a medical exam.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you hide it?"

With a heavy sigh she dropped into a chair and scrubbed a hand across her face. Mac didn't expect him to understand the fear and apprehension caused by one singular event in Farid's cellar. "The abortion left permanent scar tissue. I wasn't supposed to get pregnant, I couldn't...But, I am and I wanted to be sure. I needed to be sure."

"Are you?"

"Yes. A blood test confirmed it. The results were in today. I'm...I'm pregnant."

"Oh." He said quietly while thinking about the test on the coffee table he found rolled up in toilet paper where she hoped he'd never find it. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"No." Mac's voice was soft, like a whisper that he nearly had to strain to hear. "Not until I knew I'd make it full term." Or at least enough months in the womb that the baby might live, with medical intervention, if there was a problem.

"Why?"

"You don't know what it's like to lose a child, Harm." She said in a gut wrenching tone that tore at his heart. The loss of her baby wasn't a topic Mac dwelled on, it was Nazanin's decision, not hers. Or at least, that's what she made herself believe. The alternative was far too grim a topic for her to think about much less discuss with anyone.

"That's not an excuse."

"You don't know what it's like to be the one to terminate that life."

"Nazanin made that choice, not you."

"But it was me. She was me, the distinctions are few." She rubbed her stomach, mostly flat as it still was and had been the day her daughter was ripped from her. "It's like a part of my soul was tore out of me and the empty feeling hurts more than any physical pain. I don't want you to feel that. I don't want you to know that kind of emptiness."

"Mac, you did the right thing by her." Harm knew she saved her daughter by putting her to death because the alternative would have been far worse had Nazanin remained in Tehran with Farid. If he never found her the little girl would have been sold or other atrocities could have been dispensed that he didn't want to imagine. "We can adopt if you want a baby so badly. I'll do anything for you...anything."

"I don't want that. For once I want to be selfish. I want to carry a child. I want to know what it feels like when they move inside me. I want to see my belly grow and I want that baby to be yours. I want to carry your baby. I need that." Mac's hand came down to her belly that was barely rounded and still thin. It would take a few more weeks for her to show and she desperately yearned to see the changes in her body.

"Oh Mac." Harm stood and came to his knees in front of her, his hands carefully covering hers which still rested on her belly. He imagined how beautiful she would look fully rounded with life that grew with each passing month. It terrified him to think of becoming a father but it scared him even more to never experience such a gift.

"Boy or Girl?" He asked and felt a pang of regret at missing such a crucial part of this process. It made him disgusted by his actions, his words and he added it to the boatload of things he needed to beg Mac's forgiveness for.

"I don't know. Doctor Vogel says 18 weeks for that, minimum."

"18?! That feels like forever."

Mac shrugged. "I'm told it can happen sooner but I shouldn't get my hopes up. Harm, what if. What if we don't make it? What if she dies?"

"She?" He caught her subtle tone and an impish grin that spread across Mac's lips. "You think it's a girl?"

"I feel it, know it in my gut that I'm carrying a girl." He wanted a boy, she figured. Most men did to carry the family name and legacy, look how well that worked for Henry VIII. "I'm sorry it's not a boy."

"Happy and healthy is all I need and I want to change our original terms." A boy with her looks and his brains seemed perfect nearly a decade ago and now he could only see a little girl. His little girl with olive complexion, a wide smile, auburn hair and amber eyes - a mini Mac. "If she's just like you she'll be a handful but tough."

"Harm, this isn't a sure thing. With my age it's high risk and-"

"And I want to be there for everything, Mac. Good or bad."

"Then how could you think I was with someone else?" Mac pulled his hands away and then pushed him back when Harm tried to wrap his arms around her. She didn't want the affections if a man who had earlier insinuated she had cheated.

Harm stood and folded his arms across his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to another wishing he could take back the last few minutes, hell, the last couple of hours needed to be eradicated as well. "I told you once, I'm not good at relationships. Stick my foot in my mouth more times than any rational man should."

"That's not an apology."

"No, it's not." How did one apologize when he made such assumptions? The guilt was already a kind of punishment that would weigh on him heavily. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"Why are you still so insecure?"

"Because I've never loved anyone like this. Maybe you deserve someone else? Someone better?"

"Damnit Harm." Mac stood abruptly, no longer caring that her blouse was open or that he could see bare skin. "I don't want anyone else but maybe you do?"

"What? No. No! Absolutely not."

"Well, I don't either. So stop this unless you want me to walk away."

"I don't." His eyes darted down to her belly that was a tiny bit fuller, now that he knew of her condition. He licked his lips and swallowed hard then took a few steps closer. "Can I touch you?"

Mac bridged the gap between them, her gaze following his that was currently studying her belly. She nodded and his hand pressed against her lower abdomen, a warm caress that made tiny butterflies burst in her tummy.

"Eight weeks, huh?" His hand skimmed across her skin, stopping patiently to feel something, anything that indicated a tiny life grew inside. There was nothing but the warmth of her skin and a fluttering in his heart that made his breath catch. "When does she move?"

"Not yet… I-I forgot to ask when that happens." She shrugged and her own insecurity manifested itself.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm scared, Harm. I want her, I want to be a mother so badly. I want to hold her in my arms, nurse her, love her."

"Tell me what you need me to do." He was already feeling protective of their daughter, already knew that the last bits of his aggression needed to be healed sooner than later. He would return to therapy and finish what began rather than be so flippant because he felt better. Just as Mac's process with Eugenia was ongoing, his was too and he would do anything for his wife.

Mac's hand covered his and that made his eyes raise up to hers. A silent conversation was held between them as a warmth spread from one to another. "I need you to trust me. To believe me. I need you to love me, nothing more, nothing less. Just love me."

"I do, Sarah." His lips found hers in the softest of kisses so achingly sweet, his promise to never doubt her again.

6 Months Later

Harm thought he knew all about fear. He felt it as a small boy realizing his father would never come home. That abandonment issue had defined too much of his life and kept him from having a happier childhood. He felt fear as a pilot, it was the one constant all aviators needed to live with. Being truly fearless meant recklessness and too many lives were at stake to let aviator arrogance take the stick.

Losing Mac was a fear that plagued him and always would. He knew the anguish it brought, the sleepless nights and desperate attempts to find a woman who couldn't be found. Even when she returned, there was still more fear - one that grew when each passing day kept her a prisoner of the mind until Nazanin's hold broke free and Mac was his again.

But the fear of losing his unborn child was crippling enough to destroy any breakthroughs he finally made in therapy. The fear that he may have also lost his wife would have killed him.

Mac's pregnancy was a blessing. Besides exhaustion that was corrected with nutrition, vitamins and adequate sleep, the months had been kind to her. There were the odd cravings, some that turned his stomach but there was no nausea, no mood swings, no discomfort even as her belly grew and grew. Intimacy was a challenge at times, the bigger she was the more interesting positions they discovered although the first time he was terrified they'd hurt their baby.

He'd never considered a pregnant woman attractive but was always mildly curious at how the body could accommodate another living being. When Bud gushed over Harriet's pregnancies, Harm could only muster a terse smile that hid his cringe. That all changed when Mac really began to show.

She was radiant, glowing and so deliriously happy; an already beautiful woman who captured his heart again with each passing month. He found her so sexy, even more so and he made it a point to tell her constantly even when Mac claimed to feel like a beached whale as they hit 36 weeks.

Mac had taken considerable care given that her age and previous trauma made this a high risk pregnancy. She rested more, ate better and at work her responsibilities were kept at a minimum. As much as she hated the mundane aspects of her life, she knew it would keep their daughter safe. But on her 37th week, complications presented themselves.

Contractions began, the violent kind which sent Mac to the hospital riding in the back of an ambulance instead of Harm's SUV. He wasn't home to help her and only knew of her distress from a call Harriet made when Mac had doubled over at work clutching her stomach.

She'd been wheeled into surgery almost immediately and though he and he quickly prepared to join her, Harm was left standing outside of the delivery room barred from entering.

The baby's heartbeat was erratic and Mac's had begun to plummet when every push threatened the infant's life.

The umbilical cord was wrapped around her tiny neck like a noose, each push putting mother and daughter in danger, forcing an emergency C-section which saved the baby but nearly ended Mac's life. She bled badly, substantial enough to require a transfusion and a short stay in intensive care.

They were alive but as he sat quietly by his wife, Harm thought about the child being treated in the NICU and an odd sense of anger fluttered across his heart. What if the baby could have killed Mac? What if this was all a mistake? Why hadn't they taken precaution and just lived happily together, alone? He didn't want to hate his child but some of that happened too and then he was escorted by a NICU nurse to where the tiny baby slept.

"She's okay, dad. This is just routine given that she wasn't breathing when she was born." The nurse held his daughter, carefully rocking the baby side to side. "Do you want to hold her?"

"I ah- I don't know…Shouldn't my wife be here?" He actually felt guilty when the nurse slipped the baby into his arms and taught him how to hold her properly. An arm here, a hand there to cradle her little head. She was wrapped in a soft pink sheet, a tiny little bundle of joy who merely slept in his arms without a care in the world. Her eyes opened briefly, just enough for him to get a glance at sea blue irises which complimented a complexion like Mac's.

His brains. Her looks. Perfect. His little girl was absolutely perfect.

At once he remembered their conversation on the steps of JAG headquarters. It felt like eons had passed since a melancholic Sarah MacKenzie lamented snoozing her biological clock and a knee jerk reaction had him promising the most absurd thing: a baby.

They would go halves on a baby although he never really intended to follow through. It was a stupid attempt to cheer her up and one that wouls land him in another awkward conversation a day later.

Mac had been pacing the office most of the morning, a nervous energy that hadn't allowed her to sit still for much more than a minute or two. Even at their daily morning meeting, she was a live wire, leg bouncing up and down so much that Harm had to press a hand to her thigh to get her to stop. It was as she made a third pass in front of his office that Harm called out, curiosity had gotten the best of him. "Anything wrong, Major?"

She walked in, the normal stoic and tough Marine appeared to be anything but and for the life of him, Harm couldn't imagine what was going on in that beautiful mind of hers when Mac closed the door behind her. She stood about a foot away from his desk, her eyes focusing on his with an intensity that actually made him uncomfortable and concerned. "What you said yesterday…about having a baby with me…did you…did you really mean that?"

Something about her tone of voice made him smile. The apprehension was actually kind of cute because the woman seldom showed her insecurity especially when in uniform. He cocked his head to the side and while he studied her posture, Harm wrestled down the overwhelming urge to kiss her. "Yeah, Mac. I think I did."

"Oh, okay… It's just…you're leaving and we may never see each other again."

Those words had cut him down to the bone because while he considered what he would lose when he returned to a squadron, Harm hadn't really broken it down - he hadn't wanted to. And now he was face to face with a unique kind of regret - he'd miss her. Above everyone else in his life, Harm would miss Sarah MacKenzie with a ferocity that was unmeasured. "That's not true. And yeah, yes I mean it. You'd be a wonderful mother."

"I wouldn't make the mistakes my parents did…I could never leave my child."

He paused for a second, cringing as he thought about himself with children. There was very little in his life that he'd engaged with except for Josh who idolized him. While Harm always loved kids, the thought of his own was actually a terrifying concept. Perhaps that's why his failing relationship with Annie Pendry lasted as long as it did - he had a ready built family that required little work to maintain.

"I'd think I'd be a mess as a father." He snorted, recalling how he'd taken Josh on a trip against his mother's wishes. What kind of man did that sort of thing?

"No, you wouldn't. You'd be wonderful. Anyway, I just needed clarification, I'll get out of your hair."

"I do have one condition to our little deal." She was almost gone, hand gripping his doorknob when Harm's voice had her spinning around. Mac licked her lips, stared at him with a raised brow as a sly smile spread across his lips. "We do it the old fashioned way…not the turkey baster crap."

"Turkey baster?" Mac had to laugh, the man had such a way of describing things it was comical. "You mean in vitro?"

"Whatever it's called." He waved his hand dismissively and cringed at the thought. "I don't want my kid to be born from a petri-dish."

"Ah, so you want us to have sex?"

"No!" His eyes went wide as saucers and a discernible pink tinted his cheeks.

"No?"

Harm didn't notice the teasing timber of her voice or the adorable way she raised her brow. He was too busy trying to find a way to back peddle and stammered when he tried to pull his foot out of his mouth. "Yes!... No..I mean.. What I mean is…well, yeah… Yes, I guess we'd have to do that but I'm not trying to have sex with you and…shit!…I mean, I am trying to have sex with you but, I'm not you know…God, this sounds bad."

She was leaning against his desk now, hands pressed against the top so that Harm could almost see down her blouse… almost. It was like Mac was seducing him but then, that wasn't something that best friends did. That wasn't something that they did. There was a fine line neither of them would cross even though his heart wanted him to. "I think you just want to see me naked."

Her laughter is what broke the haze in his mind, the images that danced across his subconscious of the many fantasies he tried not to have about Sarah MacKenzie. Making love to her wouldn't be a bad thing, he decided and seeing her in the nude would be equally as appealing. He stood and leaned over the desk himself leaving only a small distance between the two of them in a challenge neither of them would take given their setting. "You're curious about that too. I'll have you know, I've had no complaints."

The blatant arrogance had Mac backing off with an unlady-like snort. "Whatever Harm and yes, I'll agree to your non-turkey baster, petri dish baby conditions. I'd want it to happen the old fashioned way too."

He would have left it at that, the absolutely insane agreement between friends that were never more. But his impending voyage back to a carrier hung over his head feeling more like a noose the longer she stood in his office. "Mac wait."

The hand which wrapped around her wrist was a surprise along with the tingling sensation when his skin met hers. He felt it too but chose to ignore the connection they shared, he'd become a pro at keeping his feelings buried deep inside. "I meant it, the promise to have a baby. I meant it and it's not a passing idea. I meant it."

"I know."

Harm pulled and she followed, closing the distance as his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. He still wanted to kiss her but there were things better left alone.

As Mac lay in the hospital bed, she stared out the open window watching the snow blanket the city. She felt calm, serene and although she was in pain, the happiness she felt outweighed the heaviness of the last few days.

A hungry little mouth pulled at her left breast and she looked down at her daughter who greedily nursed. She was lucky, or so the staff had said because it had taken only two tries for the baby to latch and feed.

"She's really hungry." Harm commented. He sat by her and watched in wonder, noting how such a tiny being instinctively knew what to do. The sound was adorable, a low suckling that made him notice his little girl would be as insatiable for sustenance as his wife. With a sigh, he clamped down on the slight pang of jealousy from witnessing a closeness that only Mac would feel with their baby.

"Mom will be here tomorrow, the flight was delayed.. She's called at least twenty times to make sure you're okay." And so had everyone else from Chegwidden to Bud, Sturgis and even Clayton Web offered a hearty congrats.

It was the last call from Trish that pushed Harm to his breaking point when the call ended. He sought solace in the hospital's chapel where he kneeled before the alter thanking God that his girls had survived amidst sobs which shook his body.

Mac would remain for a few days needing extra observation that he couldn't provide at home but it was the news that their baby would be able to leave with them which had Harm sobbing into the palm of his hands.

Even now he brushed away a tear and was grateful when Mac reached a hand out and pulled him close. "She's okay. She's healthy."

"You both are." He kissed her knuckles and then carefully ran his fingers over the little girl's head. "What does it feel like to nurse her?"

"Hmmm… awkward at first. It burns a little and then there's this tingle and relief, almost like when your leg is asleep. I don't know, it's hard to explain." She shifted on the bed, leaving enough space for his larger frame to fit. "Come here."

"You're sure? What about the C-section?"

"It hurts." She admitted as Mac bit back a wince when he carefully maneuvered himself next to her. They didn't really fit but that didn't really matter. She needed him close, wanted him to hold their little family in the safety of his arms he wrapped around her. "She really is perfect, isn't she?"

"Yeah she is." The baby's eyes opened if just for a moment and that bond between father and daughter was once again strengthened when her eyes met his. "Hey Princess…I'm your daddy. We still have to name her, you know?"

"We'll bicker about that later. Let's just enjoy this moment." Because it wouldn't happen again, Mac knew. This would be her first and only miracle and she was happy with that. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sarah."

One Week Later.

"Jessica?"

Harm stuck his head out from the kitchen and glared at his wife who sat on the sofa rocking their little princess while he made lunch. "Nope. That's a stripper name." He scoffed at her suggestion, adding it to the mental pile of names that just weren't good enough for their little girl.

"How is Jessica a stripper name? And what exactly does that mean?"

He sighed dramatically, finished cutting their sandwiches and then came out with a tray that also held two bowls of tomato soup. "When I was stationed in Pensacola, I met a girl named Jessica. We uh...dated. Well, it turns out that senior officers find it funny to set up newbies with girls who pole danced at Cheetah's. Trust me, it's a stripper name."

"Okay. So no Jessica." She waved him off with a cringe, not wanting to know what other exploits a young Harmon Rabb Jr. engaged in.

"I know you don't like it but, what about Sarah? It's a beautiful name."

"Hah. No." Her mouth was full when she spoke and Mac nearly choked on the grilled cheese he'd wondrously prepared for her.

"Why not?"

Oh, there were many reasons, one of them being that she didn't like the tradition of naming children the same as their parents. The other was a little more intimate, "What name do you call me when we make love? And it's usually said in a rather erotic tone."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." She laughed when he blushed and then brushed a quick kiss over his lips. "Emily?"

"Like Emily Bronte?"

Mac shrugged. "Jane Eyre was a favorite of mine growing up."

"And Wuthering Heights is terrible and confusing."

"Mmm, there's that...Sofia? It's a pretty name, simple."

"Sofia." He said the name aloud a few times mentally adding his last name behind it. "Sofia Rabb… Sophie."

The baby had been quietly sleeping but the second he said the name, she made the cutest gurgling sounds that had both parents staring at her. "Sophie, yeah, I think she likes that."

Harm reached over to the coffee table rearranging the tiny wooden blocks of the Scrabble board to spell his daughter's name. He grinned at his wife, leaning in to kiss her when Mac's hand on his chest made him stop. "Ask me who I am?"

"Who are you?"

The feel of her lips hovering close to his was everything especially when Mac said the words he loved hearing: "Your wife. I'm your wife and I love you."

THE END.

THAT'S A WRAP! So it took a little over a year to finish because, for me once the angst runs out it becomes mundane. I can do short cute stories but can't keep feeding the longer ones once we get to domestic life.

It was supposed to end just after Farid's death when Harm knows that to keep her he has to change a bit and not be so hurt that Mac had some sort of feelings for the other man. What a ride though!

I loved the flashbacks and I believe most chapters have them because it was fun to see snapshots of their life or my little bonus scenes to certain episodes.

Hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!

"We can't stop whatever we started

Can't resist what's meant to be

Forget whatever we promised

I want you all over me

Let's do it now and don't think

Look in my eyes and don't blink

We can't stop whatever we started." - Richard Marx.