A/N: Because Ninde Anaclime left such wonderful reviews for both this story and Eyes and Accent, I thought I'd add the last update.

Chapter Three

After about five firefighters threatened Danny that they would have removed from the scene, he stopped trying to run into the building and just watched as they pulled children and teachers from the building.

Lindsay saw every child that came out of the building and none of them was hers. She was shaking un-controllably, sobbing, and coughing. When she saw little white Nikes she almost jumped out of her skin, but it wasn't Joey, it was some other little boy.

"Danny, Danny I don't see Joey." Lindsay cried as she turned in her husband's arms and cried into his shoulder. He still watched the building and stroked her hair, whispering soothing words to her, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay, something he didn't even know was true.

"Mr. Messer? Mrs. Messer?" a young female voice asked as she touched Danny on the shoulder. He turned around to look at her and Lindsay took her head off his shoulder and wiped her eyes. "I'm Shania."

"Joey's teacher." Lindsay finished in a quiet voice.

"I wanted to tell you about what happened to Joey." She said in a shaky voice that was full of sorrow and emotion that neither of the parents could deal with right now. Her body shook as she tried to fight back the nears, and Danny and Lindsay waited for her to continue. "The men, with the bombs, they came in and were yelling and screaming at the kids, it was snack time so it was hard to keep track of them all if there were only two of you, you know? And Joey, he just knew he saw the bombs and he just like knew, I watched him and he looked me dead in the eyes and headed into the office, showing the men silently that they couldn't win, and he dialed the phone, I think he called 911 and then." She was now shaking full force as she tried to continue knowing she had, she had to let the parents know. "And then he hung up and hopped off the chair, and pulled the fire alarm, sending the kids into a panic, that I guess he knew the bombers couldn't control. Some kids I heard made to the neighbors next door, safe and sound, But Joey they saw him standing under the fire alarm and just took him, and he screamed and fought kicking one of the guys in the crotch, hitting the other in noise, and the next thing I know there is a bang, it wasn't the bomb, that went off later." She finished and didn't wait for the parents reaction she walked away towards her husband they assumed.

"O My God." Lindsay said as she fell to her feat, Danny next to her gathering her in his arms, trying to calm her hysterical state.

"Lindsay that doesn't mean something bad happened, that just means he listened to what we taught him, call, scream, fight. Lindsay, hey hey look at me." Danny said bringing a hand under her chin forcing her to look at him. "Yeah it could turn out the worst, but lets just keep hope for the best."

Hospital

They had been forced to sit out in the waiting room, no information at all, people were rushing all around them focused intently on their task at hand and nothing or no one else. He had held her hand the whole time, never letting go, knowing if he did then that might be it, he might loose her forever in her own world of thought and guilt and grief.

They sat there waiting to be instructed to either the morgue or a hospital room, and even if you were instructed to a hospital room that didn't mean you got to see your baby alive, that just mean you get to see them one more time, not on a medal slab.

He rested his head back against the chair and stared at the ceiling, no they hadn't seen Joey come out, but they hadn't been watching the whole time, his teacher came over and had their full attention, then they cried together and watched but there were so many people and their vision was blurred.

"Montana?" Danny asked as he sat forward and looked at her, she opened her eyes and just gazed into his for a minute, the same blue eyes her son had, the same blue eyes she looked into this morning while she was getting ready for work and getting Joey ready for school.

"Yeah?" she finally said running her finger along his five o'clock shadow.

"I love you." He said and kissed her temple. It just needed to be said, he hadn't said it all day so far, he had the late late shift last night 12am-8pm. Both his son and wife had been asleep when he left so he hadn't said it to either one of them all day, well he said but neither one of them heard it being they were asleep.

"I love you too." She said giving him a weak smile.

"Messer?" a doctor called out and the nurses station, they both knew the look on the doctors face, and they cried, they cried real hard.

Cemetery

It'd become a Sunday morning routine to stop by the cemetery and visit him, bringing flowers every time they came.

He was buried under a tree, in the shade, Danny didn't know why it just felt right, protect him from the heat of the sun since he'd dealt with so much heat before he died.

"Daddy?" came a little voice as he lifted his head off his father's shoulder.

"Yeah, bub? Danny asked as he removed his gaze from the stone and looked at the little boy in his arms, his eyes reflecting back at him.

"Did he like baseball?" he asked as his mother put the flowers down.

"No, No he liked basketball more." Danny said with a smirk.

"Oh," was all he said and laid his head back down on his father's shoulder.

After a little while the family walked off back to their car. Danny driving, Lindsay riding shot-gun and Joey in the back, in his car seat, safe and sound.

Yeah, they cried tears of joy that day at the hospital after the bombing. That bang the teacher heard was Joey attempting to throw a baseball at the window to break it.

Danny took one last look at his brother's grave before putting the car in drive and taking off, silently promising to be back next week.

Yeah, Louie Messer was in the shade because he always had so much heat coming from the cops, loan sharks, and the pressure to protect his little brother.