A/N: Wrote this in, I don't know, ten minutes or so. I've been having writer's block for a while, this came to mind, so I decided to just write it. Unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: The usual stuff. Don't own anything. Just the DVDs.


He should be worried. He knew he should. But he just couldn't bring himself to care.

Any other day, seeing three cops in uniform approached him, thanking him for doing a good job wasn't exactly a big deal. But if those three cops were his dead father and his dead friends, that was a big deal. Not normal, he knew that much. Danny might be wondering why he was staring at, well, nothing. His partner obviously didn't see them or he should be worried as well.

Still, for a minute, he didn't care. He wasn't sure it was just his imagination or he was daydreaming or he was hallucinating. Steve kicked that last option away because admitting that he was hallucinating would mean admitting that he might have a slight problem. He didn't even want to think about PTSD or anything remotely close to that.

For a minute, what he cared was that his father telling him that he was proud of him.

Just one minute, that was all he wanted to care about.

He'd deal about seeing ghosts later.

Or tomorrow.

Or never…