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Monday 0628

Mac woke up still wrapped in Harm's arms and surprised at just how long she had slept for. She looked up and smiled at him before the reality of the time hit her.

"Oh God, the time, we're going to be late. The Admiral…" She tried to clamber out of bed but he held onto her.

"The Admiral is expecting us in at noon. Relax," Harm said calmly, pulling her back to him.

"Noon? Why noon?" Mac asked confused. It was Monday, it was a work day, they were supposed to be there.

"Bud rang last night after you were asleep and we had a chat about things, he rang the Admiral, the Admiral rang here and he has given us the morning to sort things out."

"Oh," said Mac lying back down.

"Oh indeed, so just take a deep breath and relax." He released one hand and smoothed her hair down and took a moment to caress her cheek.

"Harm, thank you," Mac whispered, cuddling back into him.

"For what?" he asked.

Mac looked up and smiled at him. "For everything; for making me stay, for talking to me, for everything."

"You are more than welcome," he said kissing her forehead. "Mac, I am always here for you, never forget that."

"I won't," Mac said and before long she drifted off to sleep again and Harm was content to just hold her and imagine how things would be if the circumstances had been different.

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Harm had fallen asleep when Mac finally awoke; she looked up and smiled at the beautiful face beside her.

"Harm," she whispered, not knowing if she wanted him to wake or not. "Harm?" His eyes fluttered open. "Sorry to wake you but I need to go home and you still have my keys."

"They're out on the coffee table," he said, stretching. "Mac, you know I would have never forced you to stay. It's just that…"

"I know, you were just looking out for me and I appreciate it. But now I have to go." She leant over and kissed his cheek.

"We still have plenty of time," Harm said, turning over to look at the clock.

"No we don't. I want to stop by the cemetery on my way home and clarify a few things with Baby Sarah," Mac said quietly.

"Want some company?" Harm asked, swinging his legs out from under the covers.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Greendale Cemetery

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Mac parked just south of the cemetery gates and got out of her car quickly. Harm took her hand as they walked to the entrance but Mac broke away and stopped at the flower stall to buy a single pink rose. She held onto the flower with one hand and took hold of Harm's hand again with the other, glad he was with her.

Slowly they made their way over to the little grave in the children's section. They chatted quietly until Sarah's gravestone was before them. Harm took Mac in his arms and hugged her tightly. He then kissed her cheek and whispered, "I'll give you two some time alone," before walking away.

Mac knelt down beside the grave and placed the single pink rose on top of it.

"Baby Sarah," she began quietly, "they say a rose by any other name smells as sweet and as your Uncle Harm explained to me last night this may all have happened even if you weren't named after me. I guess I was trying to find the answers as to why someone as beautiful as you couldn't stay but I didn't need to search, the answer was there all along. You were too beautiful, you came to say hello and then left to watch over us, that's what I believe now anyhow."

Harm watched from a distance as Mac spoke to Sarah Roberts, he wanted to be with her but knew she needed this time for herself.

"Mr MacKenzie," the voice startled him.

"Oh Mr Hudson, good morning," Harm replied seeing his visitor.

"How is Mrs MacKenzie today?" Tim asked, his voice full of concern.

"She's doing well, thanks to you. We had a long talk about the letter and sorted a few things out." Harm patted the man on the shoulder warmly.

"I'm glad to hear it," said Tim turning to arrange the flowers on his son's grave.

"So, this is Ben," Harm said bending down and gently caressing the flowers.

"This is Ben," repeated the boy's father proudly.

"Well Ben, you have a wonderful dad." Tim blushed. "I mean it, Mr Hudson, you went out of your way to help Sarah and I really appreciate it."

"Your wife's a beautiful woman; you are a very lucky man." Tim said, relieved history hadn't repeated.

Harm looked up and saw Mac making her way back to him. "I am very lucky," he agreed.

"Hi Tim," said Mac putting her arms around Harm. "Hi Ben. Tim, I believe you are the one who found my letter."

"Yes ma'am I did." He eyed her sheepishly before gazing at the ground.

"Thank you for looking out for me," she said, as she moved forward and kissed his cheek. "I really appreciate it."

"You're more than welcome. Now, if you'll both excuse me I need to go and visit my wife." Tim said, running his hand across his son's headstone.

"Certainly," said Harm. "And thanks again."

"Just to see you two together, that's thanks enough. Bye for now Mr and Mrs MacKenzie." He walked off and Harm felt Mac's arms surround him once again.

"Mr and Mrs MacKenzie?" Mac asked as soon as Tim was out of earshot.

"Ah, yes, well, you see…" Harm's cheeks flushed slightly.

"He came looking for me and you were unsure of his intentions, so you told him you were my husband?" Mac could read him like a book.

"Well, sort of. Do you mind?" Harm asked, looking down into her deep brown eyes which seemed to have regained some of the sparkle it had lost in the last year.

Mac smiled and kissed his cheek. In all the scenarios she had imagined she had always been Sarah MacKenzie – Rabb or Sarah Rabb. Not once had she thought of him being Harm MacKenzie, the thought alone made her smile.

"Do I take that as a no?" Harm asked hopefully.

Mac gently kissed his lips. "A rose by any other name…"