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This is the last chapter and it will be followed by an epilogue set a year later.

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-------------------------Blind Justice---------------------------

After more instructions were issued by the doctor and both he and the nurse had left, Harm stood in front of Mac and held her closely to him.

"I love you so much, Sarah," he said, kissing her head. "So, so much."

"Love you too, baby," she replied holding him tighter. "Sorry I didn't tell you about the six months."

"Why didn't you?" Harm asked gently.

"I didn't want to acknowledge it and thought by telling you it would be real and I didn't want it to be real and I didn't want to make things worse and …and…and…" She gulped in a breath.

"Sshhh, sshhh, baby, breathe honey, breathe," Harm soothed, his hands rubbing her back. "Just breathe for me, baby."

Mac's erratic breathing and sobs evened out and soon she slumped against him exhausted. "How about you lay down and get some sleep, Mac?" Harm said quietly. "I doubt you got much sleep last night. I know I didn't."

"Will you stay with me?" she asked in a voice so small it broke his heart.

"Of course, baby. There's no where else I ever want to be." He guided her into her bed, toed off his shoes and slid in beside her. After several adjustments Mac rested her head on his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt. She sighed deeply.

An interminably long time later, she sighed again. "Six months."

Harm stirred at the sound of her voice. "Six months," he repeated.

"Seems to be our thing, right?" she said, her voice shaking.

"Mac…Sarah, our wedding is in two weeks, I…" She went to interrupt but he put his fingers to her lips. "Shhh! I love you with all my heart, I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife. I want to keep the date we set the night of our engagement. We set that date without assurances and guarantees and nothing has changed that – nothing. I know you are scared, so am I, but I am more scared of you never being my wife than anything else. You don't have to answer right this minute but…." He slipped her engagement ring from her slender finger. "Sarah MacKenzie, you are the love of my life…would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He kissed her head.

Through her sobs Mac nodded, and he slipped the ring back onto her finger.

"Baby, I love you," he said kissing her again and again and again.

Saturday afternoon, Mac was back at the Roberts' house and she, Harm, Harriet and Bud sat around the kitchen table discussing the wedding plans for the following Saturday. Harriet had everything well in hand and as much as Mac seemed pleased about it all, the other three knew there was something amiss. After an hour Mac yawned wearily.

"I'm sorry guys, I think I may just go lay down for a bit," she said standing up. Harm stood too. "No, Harm, I can do this myself." Moving to the door, she bumped into Harriet's chair and muttered under her breath.

"Mac," Harriet said gently, "I need to go up to the twins, do you mind me coming up with you?"

Mac shook her head, she could still only see shadows and her unshed tears were affecting those too. Once they were out of earshot from the men, Harriet said, "Mac, what's wrong?"

Mac shook her head to protest but her tears betrayed her. Quickly Harriet took her upstairs and sat with her on the edge of her bed. She held her close as Mac wept quietly. "What is it, honey?" she whispered.

"I…well, um…"she paused and took in some deep calming breaths. "You know I've loved Harm forever…and long before we were being reassigned and got engaged I'd dreamed of marrying him. I always imagined how my wedding day would go and…"

"And I'm taking over?" Harriet asked regretfully.

"No! No! I truly appreciate everything you've done and are doing for me and Harm. I just don't want to be the only one who doesn't see the groom. I know he loves me and I love him…so much but…" She stopped, the words lodging in her throat. "But I don't want him to regret this…I don't want to be the only one who can't see my dress or him in his dress whites… I don't want to be a burden to him…"

Harriet rubbed her friend's back and wiped at her own tears. "Mac, that's a lot of what you don't want…what do you want?"

"I want to be Harm's wife…I want the marriage…I want my sight back," she sobbed. "I just don't want the wedding – not like this."

Harriet looked up to find Harm in the doorway; he'd heard most of it. Quietly she stood and left the room and Harm took her place on the bed. He pulled Mac to him and held her tightly. "Mac, let's cancel the wedding – the chapel, the caterer, the florist, everything."

"You don't want to marry me?" she asked, fighting to control her emotions.

"Yes, I do…Like you I only want the marriage, not the wedding. So what's say you and me go to the registry office and start our marriage ASAP, Bud and Harriet can come too. And…" He leant in to kiss her eyes. "When you can see again, and you will baby, we'll do the whole wedding thing."

"Do you mean that?" she asked quietly. "I know how much you…" His lips found hers.

"Sarah," he muttered into her lips. "Nothing, and I mean nothing, is more important to me than you and what you want, what you need. I will marry you under any circumstance … any. Do you understand that?"

She nodded as she ran her hands up his arms and around his neck, she lay back, pulling him down onto the bed with her. His soft, gentle kisses belied his passion and drove her crazy with desire…it had been so long since they'd been intimate but as she heard Bud's footfalls on the steps she knew it wasn't going to happen now either.

Friday afternoon rolled around and Harriet and Mac sat in the outer room of the registry office waiting for Bud and harm to arrive.

"I don't know what's taking them so long?" said Harriet, on her feet pacing around.

"You don't think he's changed his mind?" Mac asked quietly.

"Not on your life!" Harm said, startling both of them. Mac stood and smiled in the general direction of his voice. "Sorry, we got stuck in traffic."

"You're here now, that's all that matters," she said as she felt his arms surround her.

"It is but just in case it wasn't I brought along someone else," Harm said.

"Really, who?" Mac pulled back and scanned the room through habit, a useless one now.

"Me!"

She moved away from Harm and allowed herself to be engulfed in a warm embrace.

"You wouldn't get married without me being here, would you? I mean after all these years?"

She shook her head. "No, AJ, I wouldn't." She felt his lips press against her head.

"Good!"

A lady appeared at the door. "Rabb – MacKenzie." Everyone moved toward the door, Mac on the arm of AJ.

The service was brief, with only the basics covered. Although grossly impersonal it was what Harm and Mac agreed on, they wanted a marriage, the wedding could wait.

The five were soon seated at a small intimate restaurant, situated not far from the registry office. Dinner ensued and the group took the opportunity to catch up on the last few years. Years that had been difficult for one reason or another, but primarily because they hadn't been together. Despite the differences in rank, position and circumstance, this was the heart of the JAG family and while they had always known it, it had become abundantly clear when they were separated across the country, and the world.

Harm took Mac out on the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife.

"How is she really?" asked AJ as soon as they were out of earshot. Bud and Harriet exchanged looks. "Well?"

"Mac should make a good recovery," Harriet began.

"A good recovery? Not a full recovery?" AJ asked, his eyebrows raised.

"The specialist isn't convinced there will be no permanent damage so it's a matter of wait and see," Bud explained.

"That's her eyes but how is she?" he asked again.

"I think she's doing better than Harm," Harriet said honestly, both Bud and AJ looked at her. "She's accepted this is her life, at the moment but he's having trouble with it."

"Doesn't look like he's having any trouble at the moment," AJ commented looking at the pair on the dance floor. Their bodies melded into one, her head on his chest and his head dropped so he could whisper into her ear and kiss her. A broad grin on his face.

"He's accepted Mac, he loves her but I don't quite think he's gotten over his guilt about it all," Harriet said. Bud nodded; he'd been thinking the same thing. They filled him in on the details of that fateful evening.

"That would explain it then," AJ said, taking a long sip of beer. "Harm rang me last week and I could tell he was quite distressed by the whole thing, but he left out a few key facts."

"He blames himself," Bud said.

"Well, it doesn't look like Mac does," AJ noted.

"She doesn't," said Harriet.

The conversation changed abruptly when Mac and Harm returned to the table.

"And that was Florida," AJ said and Bud and Harriet laughed.

"So,' AJ began after dessert was served. "What are your plans now?"

Harm looked at Mac before clearing his throat to start. "Well, I've…um…You see…um…"

Mac shifted in her seat to look at him, she couldn't remember the last time she'd heard him this nervous. "Harm?"

"I was going to tell you this before we got married but I was worried you'd change your mind," Harm admitted guiltily.

"Harm?" she repeated.

"I've moved back to the USA," he said quickly.

"You were reassigned?" she asked incredulously.

"Not exactly," he said.

"Well?" She stared at him, trying desperately to see his face.

"I resigned, for good. I didn't want to be away from you for any reason. Whether we stay in DC or I come to San Diego with you, it doesn't matter," he said quietly.

"What about your career?" Mac asked, trying to come to terms with the news.

"My career isn't as important as you. I should have figured that out years ago, it shouldn't have taken this to make me see… I mean, make me realise you were my life…not the Navy." He reached in and kissed the tear from her cheek.

"I love you Harm," she whispered as her lips found his.

"Love you too, Mac."