Title: No Easy Answers
Author: Sockie1000
Summary/Author's note: Ok, so Danny's behavior at the gun shop last night seemed to come out of nowhere to me. So naturally, I had to explain it. Just a short triple drabble.
"Care to tell me what that was all about?"
"What 'what' was all about?"
"Your little tirade back at the gun shop."
"That wasn't a tirade. That was speaking the truth."
"The truth?"
Danny nodded.
Steve's face scrunched up. "If you hate guns so much, then why did you become a cop?"
"I didn't realize loving guns was a prerequisite for keeping people safe," Danny countered.
"It's not. But if you were opposed to carrying one around all day, maybe you should have considered another line of work."
Danny's eyebrows shot up. "So you want me to quit?"
"No," Steve shook his head. "I just want to know when you started hating guns."
Danny sighed. Then he rubbed his face, trailing his hands back over his hair.
"You want to know when I started hated guns?" he asked. "I started hating guns when boys went into a high school library and opened fire. I started hating guns when people couldn't go enjoy a movie without the fear of being killed. I started hating guns when our elected officials became target practice. And I *really* started hating guns, when an unbalanced guy walked into a Connecticut elementary school and…" Danny's voice broke and he looked away.
Steve sighed heavily, then reached out and clasped Danny on the shoulder. "I know, man."
Danny blinked hard a few times, regrouping. "We've got to do something about it, Steve," he said quietly.
Steve nodded. "I know. I just don't know what the answer is. And until we get it figured out, we'll just have to protect as many people as possible."
Danny nodded slowly, then looked up. "That seemed like a much easier job two months ago, didn't it."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Steve sighed again. "Yeah, buddy. It did."