Title: Revenge is best served Blue
Chapter 1 – A Voice from the Grave?

Summary: SQL to 2 Tough 2 Die. As Danny tries to move past his ordeal with Thomas Wilder, his life takes a tragic turn and he struggles to reclaim it. Will he succeed? Or will he be lost to revenge for good?

Disclaimer: Everything from Blue Bloods belongs to CBS and well not me lol I only own my muse (Alice love her!) and the ideas and any OCs that might pop up (which in name are only coincidence if they match anyone reading and not intentional!)

A/N: Hey my dear Danny fans…we're back! So we decided to come back to the Wilder sequel b/c we LOVE Danny whump and angst and all that good stuff hehe and this is not from Danny's past so that means in this current TL anything can happen hehe hope you all are ready because here…we…go!

~ending to Too Tough to Die~

"Everything's just as it should be," he answered with a smile and then joined in the family conversation. With that he settled back into his seat, took a sip of his wine and told himself that it really was over and he wouldn't have to worry about the Wilder family again; this thing with the so-called family would probably die down now that Wilder was dead and he was exonerated twice-the case against him and Thomas Wilder wouldn't be reopened. That was it. He wouldn't worry about it again. At least that was the plan he made for himself.

It was a good plan.

One he thought was solid.

He'd…be wrong.

But as Danny enjoyed the rest of his Sunday dinner with his family he was unaware of the danger that slowly simmered outside or the set of dark eyes that watched their house intently; watching with gritted teeth and a heated countenance.

It's not over yet Detective Reagan. You might have won this round but in the end you'll lose the war! I'll let you enjoy your life for a bit and then…get ready for round two – which I will win. And you will lose – EVERYTHING!

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~Two Weeks later~

She stood alone in the quiet cemetery, her dark eyes fixed on the modest slab of concrete before her; her mood as grey and somber as the dark clouds that embraced her. A tears welled and trickled to the ground and there was nothing that she could think of that would calm the growing tsunami inside her; a silent tidal wave of vengeful emotions.

"No one else understood you. Certainly not the man who murdered you," she whispered in a clipped tone as her eyes narrowed and her fists balled. "You were caring and attentive and…brilliant! Misunderstood but you were brilliant! I don't think I ever told you that enough."

She closed her eyes tightly as her heart started to ache a little but the wheels inside her brain gained vengeful momentum. She opened them slightly and let the dark pools rest upon the black letters etched into the tombstone before her.

"I will make this right. Your death will not have been in vain. I will see that you get justice by making the person who ended your life PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID! Pay…pay with everything they hold dear! EVERYTHING!"

Her angry voice echoed in the stillness around her as small droplets of rain started to pelt her with a bit more angry force and she knew her visit would be cut shorter than desired. "I know what to do. You taught me well. I just wish that you could be here with me…we started on a small quest and then I got sick and for that I eternally apologize. I wasn't there in your hour of need. I will have to live with that failure but I will not live with DEFEAT!"

She slowly stood up and tightened the dark fabric around her neck and then gazed down at the small grey slab. "Our enemy will know what it feels like to lose something they love more than anything…something they hold so dear and then…then they'll be the one to take their last breath at my hands!"

She knew it was time to leave; not wanting to be seen in New York as she had kept her existence hidden from the world for as long as possible. Of course the name she went by now, would in no way connect her to the person she was going to avenge; she had taken so many steps to ensure her anonymity and would use that to her advantage.

"I will see you again."

With that she turned on her booted heel and slowly headed toward her waiting car; the small little grave marker lay silent in the wet grass as it waited for her return while the droplets of rain angrily pelt the simple black letters etched on the front – Thomas Wilder

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"Hey Doc…" Danny greeted with a wide grin as he entered the musty smelling building early the same morning as the mysterious figure visited his dead nemesis's grave. "You sure you're ready for this old man?"

"Should ask you the same question," Dr. Michael Day replied with a wide grin of his own as he watched Danny near the boxing ring with his gloves on and ready to go. "Two weeks…how are you holding up? This is off the clock of course," he reminded Danny with a firm nod.

"Good…Blueridge has pleaded guilty to a few lesser charges but in the end all the evidence pointed to Wilder as all Wilder's loser cronies kept their own blackmail evidence on him. No honor among bastards. He'll be safely tucked away for a few years."

"Good…riddance. But how are you holding up?"

"Some nightmares…" Danny paused as he tried to shrug off his continued nightly battle as no big deal. "But it's no big deal. Hasn't affected work and family so that's what counts right?"

"Oh and just a little issue about your own personal emotional well-being."

"You all talk and no action?" Danny gently goaded as the two of them finally started to spar. After both were healed physically, Dr. Day suggested that Danny engage in a bit more physical activity, especially if he had a rough night, the night before. Danny had balked at the suggestion at first but after the first two rounds, had to admit that he felt better an Dr. Day could only offer him a smug smile.

An hour later both sat on the sidelines and offered heavy gasps as they slowly undid the laces on their boxing gloves and let their anxious heart beats echo in the quiet surroundings. They talked a bit longer about things in general before it was time to hit the showers, change and then

"Alright…gotta run," Danny stated as the two of them walked out of the men's locker room about a half hour later; the once quiet interior space now populated with a few more wanna be gym enthusiasts. "I'm okay really…I'll let you know if I need help."

"That's when I'll be telling you you need help," Michael deadpanned. "Oh by the way…I met someone."

"Yeah, who?"

"Emily. The four of us will have to do dinner one of these days. You know…an adult date."

"Linda plans that stuff. I'll tell her," Danny chuckled as Michael just offered him a headshake and the two of them parted ways outside and headed toward their separate vehicles. As Danny neared the Jeep he found that his mood was a bit lighter and told himself that he was now back on track and that everything was going to be fine…that was the plan for the day and it would cooperate for the most part with the start of it and the bulk of it being okay…the ending…? That would remain to be seen but for Danny it would plunge him back into emotional darkness.

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"You're in a chipper mood today," Maria Baez commented as Danny entered the precinct about a half hour later. "You win the lottery?"

"Yeah I have you as my partner," he shot back in sarcasm as her lips pursed. "Nah just…every day is better so…that's good right?"

"Course it's good…just that smile makes me…"

"Nervous?" He wagged his brows as she shook her head no. "Fine…so what do we have?"

"Plain old homicide. Think you can handle it?" She teased as he shot her a sideways glance. But as they got into the car, Danny's silence started to become a bit more apparent. "What's up with you? Blowing hot and cold."

"Just…two weeks…Dr. Day…he mentioned it and…ah it's nothing."

"And you heard Blueridge shooting his mouth off this morning even though you didn't mention it," she called him on his silent misgiving. "You think I don't know you yet?" She retorted as she arched her dark brows. "The dead could have heard him."

"He was pissed and rightly so. He's awaiting sentencing in his own precinct. I'd be pissed too," Danny replied as he tried to slough it off as nothing. "Not really getting what he deserves. Should lock him up for life."

"Well the Feds found evidence on him too right? You might get your wish."

"Wilder…damn bastard. Not sorry he's dead."

"Doubt anyone is. But at least you won't have to worry about him anymore," Maria reminded him firmly as Danny's lips drew into a thin line. "Danny?"

"Keep telling myself that."

"He'll only be with us a little while longer…then no more for a good number of years and when he gets out?..." her voice trailed off as his stony gaze fixed itself outside the window. "Squeegee boy?"

Her words made him laugh and he couldn't help but look over and give her a warm smile and nod in agreement. "Glad one of us is the voice of reason," he complimented as they reached their first case's initial destination. "Alright…let's see what kind of new scumbag we're dealing with."

Danny was glad the rest of the day was busy with the case as it kept him from dwelling on Dr. Day's comments and the fact that he heard Blueridge's taunting remarks coupled with the fact that, despite what he told his new friend, the nightmares had only partially subsided and most nights he woke up in a cold sweat with his heart racing and mind flashing him tormented and distorted images of his captivity at the hands of his late nemesis Thomas Wilder.

"Alright….quittin' time."

"You watching the clock? That's a first," Maria commented as she watched her partner pull on his coat and offer her a tight expression. "You sure you're okay?"

"Has Blueridge had any visitors?"

"You mean besides his scumbag lawyer?" She countered as he nodded. "What I got that term from you," she retorted as he offered her a small chuckle. "No. Why? Who were you expecting?"

"No just want to make sure that all Wilder's idiot squad are really dead," he paused as her brows knitted. "Never mind…"

"Danny…"

"No, it's all good. Just some lingering thoughts and I don't like to talk about them at home."

"Then tell me," Maria encouraged. "You know you can right?"

"I know…just uh…wanna work through this on my own."

"Strong silent type huh," she tossed back with a hint of sarcasm that made his lips twitch upward into a small smile. "Ah…knew the old Danny was still in there somewhere."

"Every once and a while I let him out…don't tell anyone," he smirked as he reached for his cap and then paused as his phone buzzed. He was quick to pull it and glare at the reminder before he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

"What…"

"Nothing."

"Right," she groaned as she watched him give her a small wave and then head for the exit. Her mind travelled back in time to when she was undercover with him in the hospital when he was put in there to try to draw Wilder out and how he had come under the influence and how it played with his emotions. She didn't want to think about what he had to actually endure at Wilder's hands because, she wouldn't admit it to him, but what he had to endure gave her nightmares also; nightmares about losing him and that thought made her heart ache. But because of his current situation she couldn't say anything. It was her emotional burden to bear.

Danny's lungs took in a breath of cool night air as he paused on the steps of the precinct before he started to head toward his car. Snap out of it…he ordered himself…Wilder is dead, his helpers are dead and Cedric Blueridge is going to jail for a very long time.

"Right…" Danny whispered as he reached his car and then stopped once more as he spied a small piece of paper tucked in half and stuck under the driver's side wind shield wiper. "What the hell…" he gently groaned as he plucked it free. "A damn ticket? Who the hell writes a cop a….damn…ticket in front of the prec…" he started and then stopped as his breath sucked in the same time as his eyes watered and his world started to slow. "This is…not possible…"

His tormented gaze fixed on the face of a woman he…spent time with. But the worst kind of time. Her name was Linda and she called his name….just before Thomas Wilder took her life.

The problem was…this photo wasn't from any of the crime scene photos as Wilder's original phone was never recovered. Someone else had it…but who? "What…the…hell..."

A/N: eeeks! Hehe oh you know I love my angsty torment! Hey I gave Danny a small reprieve in here hehe and he thinks he's on the road to recovery but is he really? And how will this voice from the grave affect the small amount of emotional stability that he thinks he has? Would love your thoughts on this new angsty adventure so stay tuned as lots more of this and of course returning favorites such as Dr. Day and our favorite Italian Detective – Anthony are back with the Reagan's! please do review before you go and thanks so much!