A/N: Sorry I took way too long thinking about what to do with this story. Many thanks for staying with it!

Danny had had it. The next time he saw this guy, they were gonna have a little one on one time. Nobody hurt his little brother, no matter how much said brother insisted it was because of love. That disgusted Danny, but amazed him at the same time. That someone could be blind to the abuse and see straight through it and only notice the best in the person. Jamie's warning ran circles in his head: "Don't do anything stupid, Danny".

He wasn't going to be stupid about it. This was probably the smartest thing he had ever done. Danny had snuck a look at Mark's address from Jamie's phone. It wasn't too far from where they lived, the bastard. Once he had jotted the address down on the trembling palm of his hand, Danny jogged outside to his car, adrenaline filling his veins. He yanked the car into reverse and just missed the garbage cans at the end of the driveway. Like he gave a shit. Right now, he had only one thing on his mind. As Danny neared the condo building where the guy lived, he slowed down as to not cause any surprise. He pulled into the driveway carefully and took his time getting out of the car. He forced himself to walk slowly, slowly, up to the door. He could feel his pulse struggling against his neck, ready to kill this guy. He really was. If murder was legal, he would have already buried this asshole. Danny jammed his finger into the doorbell like he could press it right through the wall.

When the door opened, Danny pushed it open the rest of the way and didn't even think about what he was doing. He just took the nearest body and slammed it into the wall. All he could see was red and black and nothing else. When he could finally see straight, he saw that he had the right person. He grinned like a psycho when he realized how terrified his victim was. How delicious. Maybe now he would feel the fear that Jamie must have felt when he was under the power of his abuse.

"You feel that? That helplessness? That's what my little brother feels whenever you do this—" Danny caught him with a punch on the side of his face.

"Or this—" Danny didn't give him time to recover before he twisted the jerk's arms behind his back and kicked him to the floor.

"Y-You don't understand—" Danny let his fury take over as he delivered several brutal kicks to his side as he curled in on himself.

"Don't you dare tell me I don't understand. I understand that you're hurting Jamie, and that's all I care about. He may not see the evil in you, but I do. You're lucky his mind is so unadulterated that he only sees what little good you've got. But me, I've seen enough perps in my life to know when people are truly rotten to the core. Don't think I leave that judgment at the precinct."

The scared son of a bitch didn't answer. Danny brought his leg back like he was readying for another kick, and the guy was startled back into his fetal position. Good. Danny had him under his thumb, and could squash him if he wanted to.

"Please—"

"What?" Danny decided to let him speak.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry. Sometimes we fight and it gets out of hand and we just go at each other like animals…I'm sorry. You're right. So, so, so sorry."

"Tell that to Jamie. I'd better not see you around him anymore, or you're in for it."

Mark lay there, confused, for a moment.

"Hasn't Jamie told you? He'll want me around for a little while longer."

"Whadaya mean?" Danny had had enough of this shit.

"Go ask him."

Danny left as fast as he came.

A/N: CLIFF HANGER AW YEAH. Hate me yet? ;)