AN: I received such positive reviews for "Have You Forgotten?", that I was inspired to write another one-shot. This takes place the same day as the first story. Danny has a little heart-to-heart with his father about memories, and the potential meanings behind them.

Nighttime shouldn't be more humid than daytime. That's what Detective Daniel Reagan was thinking as he stood on the back porch of his childhood home, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his right hand. Today had been unexpectedly heavy, to say the least. He never thought in a million years that he'd reunite with someone from 9/11, who wasn't a fellow first-responder. He never told his niece this, but when Nikki had mentioned her friend the week prior, the name had struck a chord with him. He'd faintly recalled the sound of a little girl, screaming the name "Holly". Now, that moment was all he could think about. He could see it, playing before his eyes like a movie. Those ash-caked blue eyes had stared up at him with a mix of weariness, fear, and hope. He gave a loud sigh, taking another pull from his beer. In that same second, he heard approaching footsteps. The soft sound of a clearing throat gave away who it was.

He briefly glanced over his shoulder and said, "Hey, Dad."

"Son", and he continued as he walked over, "I'd ask for a penny for your thoughts, but I don't want to sound cliche."

Danny smirked and replied, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

Frank leaned against the railing, linking his fingers as if he were about to say grace. In truth, he didn't need to ask what his firstborn was thinking about.

He already knew, and his next words showed that: "Holly's turned out pretty good, don't you think?"

"Cuttin' to the chase, huh?"

"Always."

There was a minute of awkward silence.

Then, Frank said, "I remember my first big save, after getting out of the academy. I stopped an attempted rape."

"What a way to start your career."

"Tell me about it. Now, I guess Jamie has me beat."

"Just don't let him hear you say that, a'right? His head's big enough, half the time."

"His head?"

Danny gave him a light shove, both men chuckling softly.

After another couple swigs of beer, he said, "I just can't figure it out. I probably looked into a million pairs of eyes that day. How the hell did she remember me all this time, when I barely thought of her until today?"

Frank shrugged and said, "Divine Providence, I guess."

"How's that?"

Turning to face his son directly, he replied, "Look, don't tell Nikki I brought this up, but she told me in the kitchen that Holly's been going through a rough time lately. Her father is struggling with multiple sclerosis."

"Tough deal."

"Exactly. Maybe, this is why you've been put in her path again. On 9/11, she needed a hero. Now...perhaps, she just needs a friend."

The corners of Danny's mouth twitched in a slight smile, and he took yet another sip of beer. Then, he and his father turned around to go back inside.

As they walked, he said, "Hey, speakin' of Jamie earlier, I'm startin' to wonder what he needs."

He chuckled, at seeing the look of confusion on the older man's face.

He told him, "Kid couldn't take his eyes off Holly's chest."

Frank's smile grew, his top teeth instantly clamping down on his bottom lip to stifle a laugh. They patted each other on the back, before crossing the threshold and re-entering the house.

AN: So, how was it? Do you think there's legs here for a multi-chapter story? Let me know in the comments, okay? I'm always open to suggestions.