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That night, Danny went across town to Adam's apartment. Having never been there, he didn't quite know what to expect. So he kept an open mind.

When he got there, he was a bit surprised to hear Styx coming from inside. He didn't really know what music Adam kept on his IPod but he would never have pegged him for a rock fan. He checked the number on the wall, making sure that he had the correct apartment. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

After a moment, Adam opened the door and was visibly shocked by his guest. Danny Messer was not the person he was hoping to see at the moment. He struggled to find the right words as the blonde detective stood in the doorway, looking more than a little awkward himself.

"Danny… I… w-what are y-you d-doing here?" he asked, mentally kicking himself for being so obvious. Dammit, why do I have to stutter so much?" he thought. Danny, however, only smiled as the scientist tripped over the words that were all tangled up in his brain.

"C-come in, uh… w-what is it?" Adam continued to stammer out. He felt like a complete idiot. Danny walked inside and was rather taken aback at the sight of Adam's apartment.

And he had every right, because the apartment was quite extraordinary. Everything was organized in a neat and orderly fashion. Thick science books were arranged from largest to smallest on the bookshelf; the TV was at a perfect 90˚ angle; the clock wasn't a second off. Danny had never seen anything like it. When he got home, he usually threw his stuff on the couch to be cleaned up later; it seemed like Adam's whole life consisted of keeping things in order.

Adam stood awkwardly as Danny took in his surroundings. Hopefully, his obsessive neatness wouldn't strike him as too weird. He tried to think of something, anything to say that would alleviate the tension.

"You, uh… you w-want something to drink?" he asked. Danny looked surprised; he had almost forgotten Adam was still standing there. He nodded and watched as Adam escaped into the safety of the kitchen. He walked over to the old couch and sat down just as Adam came back with a couple of beers. He handed one to Danny and sat down beside him.

"Ok Danny, what are you doing here?" he asked after a moment of awkward silence. Danny turned toward him and paused, thinking, wondering if he really wanted to get more involved in Adam's nightmare.

"I wanted to talk to you…" he began, choosing his words very carefully, "You remember that conversation we had last night?"

Adam froze. He had been trying to forget last night all day. He nodded stiffly, growing increasingly wary. "What about it?" he asked.

Danny paused, trying to remember what Sid had told him. "I… I just want you to know… that I'm gonna be here for you… whenever you want to talk to someone about it. I can't imagine what you've been through but you should know I'll always be here to listen." He sighed, satisfied with his piece.

"Is that all?" Adam asked. Danny was surprised.

"What do you mean?" he asked in response.

"If that's all then ok, fine. You'll listen to me. Thank you. Goodnight." Adam said.

"Wait… Is there something you're not telling me?" Danny asked.

Adam shook his head. "Just forget it. You don't understand anything. You don't and you never will."

Suddenly Danny was in his face. "Make me understand then, Adam. If I don't understand then please, explain it to me!"

Adam sighed. He didn't want to get any deeper into things. "Do you know why I came to New York?" he asked. Danny shook his head. "Exactly, that's why you don't understand. Because you don't even know the first thing about me!"

Now Danny was angry. "I don't know anything about you because you keep it all locked up in that giant brain of yours! Ok? Maybe I would understand but you have no way of knowing because you never say anything!"

Adam wanted to punch him in the face. Since when was it any of his business, how much Adam said? "Because you made it his business by telling him." He thought, feeling stupid. He shook his head and started to get up. Danny grabbed him.

"No, Adam, you and I are going to settle this right here right now! You can't keep hiding forever, so you might as well get it over with now!" he said.

Adam tried to pull away but to no avail. Danny had a firm grip on his arm and he was not letting go. He sighed.

"Danny, you don't want to get into this—"

Danny shook his head. He wanted to know. Adam sighed again.

"Ok, look. I can't tell you, or you won't get it. I have to… show you." He said. Now Danny just looked confused.

"Look, stay here tonight, and tomorrow I'll explain everything." Adam said finally pulling free.

Danny stared at him, puzzled. Nothing was going the way he had anticipated. Not only had he not been able to get out what he wanted and leave, now Adam was asking him to stay the night?

He began to ask why he was supposed to do that when Adam held up a hand to interrupt. "You take the couch, and I promise I will explain everything in the morning."

"But I have to go to work in the morning…" Danny protested.

"Call Mac and ask for a different shift," Adam replied. "Tell him your car is in the shop or something."

"And what are you going to tell him?" Danny countered.

"I got the night shift tomorrow anyway, he won't notice." Adam responded casually.

Danny tried to think up a clever way out of this, but curiosity got the better of him and he nodded. Adam turned and went into his bedroom. Danny set his drink on the old coffee table in front of him and swung his legs up onto the couch, kicking his shoes off first. No need to upset Adam's OCD by making a mess. He turned off the light and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he would be able to sleep in such an unfamiliar place.

A few hours later, just as he was getting truly sleepy, he heard a quiet muttering come from Adam's room. He froze and listened. It came again. Standing up noiselessly, he tiptoed into the bedroom and stood over his friend's sleeping body.

Adam was having a nightmare. He was tossing and turning and muttering things; every once and a while he would whisper "No, Michael…" and roll over. Danny watched him sadly. How could such a great guy live such a terrible life? If he had to deal with this every night, it was no wonder he looked tired all of the time.

He left the room as quietly as he had entered, taking care not to make a sound as he shut the door. He dropped onto the couch and closed his eyes, finally falling asleep when the clock chimed two.