*Written 8/06/11. Re-Posted.

PART FOUR

Opening the door of his apartment, Steve was surprised to see Dan at his doorstep, a look of nervousness and perhaps apprehension on his boyish face.

"Danno! Come in. I wasn't expecting you. Is something wrong?" Steve's puzzled response belied his inner most suspicions of Dan's motives for his unexpected visit.

"I'm sorry to come here at this hour. I know you said you were beat, but we really need to talk," Dan took a deep breath and held it as Steve stepped back to allow him in.

"Ok. Well, come in and take a seat, Danno. You know where the sofa is," Steve closed the door and followed Dan to the living room. Dan turned his head back to look at Steve.

"Sit down Danno. You look pretty wound up! Is everything ok? Steve grimaced then gestured for Dan to take a seat, as he , himself made his way to the recliner and sat down on the edge, eyeing Dan as he did.

The young detective finally took his seat and sat down on the two-seater sofa, his hands clasped together, fingers intertwining and untwining, nervously.

"What's on your mind, Danno?"

"You Steve. I can't stop thinking about you! About what happened that day when we camped out,"

Steve felt his stomach drop ten floors in lightning speed. This was the last thing he wanted to discuss with Dan. He had hoped, whilst Dan was on holidays, they could simply move on and forget, as if it never happened. But he was wrong. The memory of that day remained graphically etched in his mind's eye.

To be continued…