"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned."

-The Buddha

Griffin had been passed out on their couch for 6 days now.

David couldn't help but be worried. He didn't know what he'd do if Griffin didn't wake up. Sitting at the dinette staring at Griffin's limp figure, he couldn't help but wonder what had really happened.

"Hey Nick?" He asked. Nick, sitting across from him, looked up.

"Yeah?"

"Has Cassie seen anything new lately?" David questioned.

Nick shook his head. The girl in question was absent, as she'd often been over the last couple days. She'd reappear at night, but during the day she was off somewhere, doing her own thing. Millie and Kira, not wanting to be there when the shit hit the fan (and Griffin finally woke up), both spent most of their time touring the city; Millie liked New York City.

"What're we gonna do if he doesn't wake up?" David asked, looking over at Nick.

Nick shrugged, looking at Griffin. "I don't know."

It was a decrepit little building, wedged in between a couple random other buildings. A building easy to miss in a city like New York. But to Cassie, it was home.

Going up to the building, she pulled out a key, unlocking the door. Slipping into the hallway, she immediately turned and locked the door. Turning around, she smiled. The long, empty hallway led to three different doors. To her left was a set of stairs, to her right, another door. All were empty and bare looking.

Making her way down the hallway, she stopped, hearing a noise. Tilting her head to the side, she frowned. It sounded like it was coming from- behind her! Her instincts kicked in, and she moved without thinking.

Whipping around, she found herself face to face with a very familiar looking black handgun, as well as a set of distinctly violet eyes.

David was sitting by himself at the table when it happened. One minute, everything was peaceful. The next, it all went to shit.

Nick was in his room at the time, so David was reading a book he borrowed. He didn't notice the noise at first. The rustle of a leather jacket, or the creak of the sofa. What he did hear, though, was that British accent.

"Where the hell am I?"

David immediately looked up from his book, and found himself face to face with an angry looking Griffin, leaning against the wall.

"Should you be up? Your injuries and all…" Standing up, David trailed off, his eyes flickering over Griffin's chest. Noticing this, Griffin crossed his arms.

"I've been up and around with worse." A sardonic tinge crept into his voice. "You didn't answer my question, David. Where the hell am I, and why the fuck am I here?"

David sighed, staring into Griffin's eyes, searching for some sort of emotion other than anger- forgiveness, maybe? But there was nothing. Just pain and anger. "This is the apartment of a friend of mine. If you let me go get him, we can expl-"

"Making more friends, are you?" Griffin walked back into the living room, his voice taking on a mocking, sarcastic edge. "Hope you don't treat them like you did me."

"I'm sorry." David said, staring beseechingly at Griffin. All he got back was a stare full of anger.

"You're sorry? Well I guess that makes everything better, doesn't it. Everything's fucking perfect because you're sorry. Never mind that you left me in an electrical tower for god knows how long. Never mind that I spent four months with the Division, no, everything's fine now that you've apologized!" Griffin spun around to face David again. Taking note of David's partially shocked face, he scoffed. "You actually thought that by apologizing you'd make everything better, didn't you. Never mind the consequences of what you did before. 'Cause trust me, it's not that I don't believe you. I bet you are sorry." Griffin paused for a moment, running his fingers through his hair.

At this point, Nick had made his way back into the living area. Standing in the doorway, he stared at Griffin.

"This is Nick." David said, inclining his head towards Nick. "Nick, this is Griffin."

"So now you're introducing us like you're my friend again, huh?" Griffin asked, raising an eyebrow. "Okay then. Nick," he inclined his head towards Nick, "this is the asshole that left me to die in an electrical tower." Turning back towards David, he smirked, sarcasm evident in his voice. "Nice seeing you again, Davey. If I ever see you again, I will kill you." With that, he jumped.

"Shit!" David, in a split instant, grabbed Nick's arm and followed him.

A/N: What the hell just happened…? I did not expect that anymore than you did. Honestly. This story kinda just writes itself, and I'm just along for the ride. I'm now thoroughly disappointed with my confrontation. Which might be why there will be more of them.

By the way, I only got two reviews on the last chapter. Are the only people reading this FireflyCity and BlackWolfe? Last time I got a review other than from them was in like Chapter 2…It says I have 11 followers though…

Thanks to BlackWolfe and FireflyCity for reviewing. Anyone else reading, give thanks to them too, because if they weren't reading this story I would give up out of sheer frustration because I'm at war with this story.

Sorry for any OOCness.