B is for Broken
Danny and Baez stormed into the mans apartment. He was hiding a suspect, and they were there with a raid team to ensure that he came into custody today, and no latter. If Danny could help it, no one else would die at the hands of this monster. Four victims was already to many, and the brutality had to end.
"James Davidson! Open the door right now!" Danny yelled, pounding on the door. When there was no answer, he backed away and let the battering ram do it's work. The door swung open, and the men rushed into the suddenly silent house. Shouts of clear filled Danny's ears, and he added some himself. He was just about to move on when he caught the suspect making a break for the next bedroom.
"NYPD stop right there!" Danny yelled, chasing after him. They both reached the door at the same time, and Danny instinctively put his left hand on the door to try to stop it from closing, but the man's force was to quick and to strong. Baez turned on her heal and sprinted towards the sound of her partners shout of pain. The other uniforms were slower to respond, thinking it was the suspect.
"Danny!?" Baez yelled as she ran into the next room. Danny was doubled over, leaning against the wall.
"In here! He went out the back! We have to set up a perimeter!" Danny said, standing up and starting to bark orders the cops standing around them.
"Are you ok? Is your hand ok?" Baez asked when she noticed the black and blue mark that was already forming, along with the small gash across the back.
"Yea I'm fine! He slammed the door on it." Danny said, glancing nonchalantly at his injured fist that was already starting to swell.
"He what?! Danny you need to get that looked at!" Baez said, motioning to a paramedic as they walked out of the building.
"The hell I do! The guy is armed! No way he's gonna kill anyone else. Now he's mine!" Danny said angrily. After Baez shot him a look, he rolled his eyes and reluctantly let the medic bandage his hand, wincing slightly when he tried to make a fist. He hopped into the drivers seat, ignoring the look from his partner.
Later...
Back at the precinct, Danny and Baez were sorting through evidence and going over all Davidson's contacts, trying to figure out where he might've gone. Suddenly, Baez got excited.
"I got something! I pinged the phone number that Davidson left on his fridge for his kid! We got a hit!" She said. Danny jumped out of his chair, and grabbed his jacket, practically running to their squad car. A few minutes later, they pulled up outside a rundown house surrounded by woods. As soon as they got out of the car the window on the side of the house flew open, and the suspect jumped out.
"NYPD Stop!" Danny yelled, taking off after him. Behind him, he could hear Baez radioing for backup. Suddenly, a fence appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and Danny realized they had been running for longer than he thought. They were now in a development,and the guy realized he was cornered. In an effort to knock the gun from his hands, the guy picked up a stick, and swung in hard. It connected solidly with Danny injured hand, and he let out another cry of pain. The suspect pulled the stick up over his head, but before he could bring it down, Danny pulled the trigger. As the guys dropped to the ground, Baez cuffed him, and Danny tried to ignore the sharp pain that had returned to his hand.
A few minutes later, back up and an ambulance rolled up. They cuffed the man to the stretcher, and sent him on his way. One of the paramedics lagged behind when he saw Danny favoring his hand.
"You sure your ok Danny? I really think you should get that looked at!" Baez asked.
"I'm fine! Besides, If I'd go, I'd be late for dinner. This case has already made me late twice. Not again." Danny said. Baez knew better than to push him further, but she could see the pain on his face.
Later...
"So you finally caught the L-train killer huh?" Grandpa said, making conversation with Danny.
"Yea we got him." Danny replied, rolling his eyes at he nickname the media had given the murderer.
"What happened to your hand?" Nikki asked, eyeing the swollen, purple and blue knuckles.
"The idiot slammed a door on it, and then hit it with a log. It's fine though." Danny replied, glancing at it.
"He slammed a door on it? Did you have it looked at?" Linda asked with concern, starting to look at it closer.
"It's fine." Danny said, pulling it away from her. He looked to Jack, who handed him the bowl of potatoes. He had gotten there late after wrapping up the case, so the food wasn't very hot any more. Danny grabbed the bowl one handed out of instinct, but made the mistake of taking it with his bad hand. As soon as Jack let go and the full weight of the bowl was on his hand, he felt a shock of pain. He let out a gasp from the pain, and dropped it. Everyone's eyes snapped to him at once as the bowl crashed to the ground. Danny slowly shook his hand, trying to disguise the pain while looking at the mess he made.
"Doesn't seem very fine to me." Frank said.
"Well now your bleeding. Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital, and your getting that x-rayed." Linda said, pulling his hand towards her. He started to resist again, but quickly got a look. He stood up from his chair and reluctantly walked into the kitchen, where Linda washed his hand off and gently wrapped it with gauze from the first aid kit. Erin and the boys cleaned the broken ceramic off the floor as the car pulled out of the driveway.
About an hour later, Danny was back at the house with the rest of the family watching the Jets game.
"So dad, you gonna get all your cop buddies to sign you cast?" Jack asked with a smirk.
"I don't think that'll happen. To many of his buddies would be scared of him." Jamie teased.
"Yea well maybe you should take a lesson from them!" Danny said, trying to sound mad. He gave Jamie a light punch on the arm, and the two started off in a playful fight.
"Alright you two, cut it out. Your missing the game! And you! Don't make me get Linda in here, your gonna mess it up more!" Henry said, and rolled his eyes with a smile.
"He started it." Jamie said with a laugh as the two brother complied, and went back to their beers.
