Breaking the rule. Chapter 11.

Martin stopped the car in front of Will's home and stayed quiet for a moment. He needed to calm his nerves and think about the best way to act. Talking to his father and Sarah had worked out but Will was going to be a difficult part.

When he finally got out of the car, 6:15pm was the time he could read on his wristwatch.

He knocked on the door and seconds later he heard a female voice, talking not to him, but the other person inside the house.

"Open, honey, it's Marcia, tell her we'll be there in a second, I'm finishing Victoria's bag!"

Some children exclamations followed the steps to the door. When it was opened, the smiling face of Will Gordon, changed completely, while Victoria took his father's hand and hid behind him. "Martin, what…what are you doing here? Who told you where I live?"

"I work for the FBI, Will," Martin replied. "Can I come in? I have something important to tell you."

"It's late," Will said without moving. Victoria dropped his hand and ran toward her mom who was stepping down. "Who is it, Will?" Martin heard her to ask.

"It's nobody," he replied.

"Will listen, something important has happened…"

"Is Sarah okay?" Will interrupted him with a worried expression.

"No, relax, Sarah's fine. Jack Malone asked me to come."

"Great," Will grimaced but didn't move.

"I know. I've also talked to Sarah. I've had to explain some stuff to her that I know I can ignore with you. But you have to let me in, I'm freezing out here and what I have to tell, is going to take some time." Martin insisted. "Please."

Will stayed hesitating. "Fine, come in."

"Jack asked me to tell you that he's sorry about taking so long with the investigation, but he wants you to know that it has been a very difficult situation," Martin explained, observing Diane sitting down beside her husband and taking his hand joined the conversation. It was clear, she knew the subject.

"Yeah, I know he told me that a lot. I thought it was an excuse and he didn't want to help me," Will said.

"That's because you don't know him," Martin smiled. "Will, I also want to apologize for my father here; although I'm sure he'll talk to you personally. But it's very important this matter is cleared here and now. I would never, ever do anything to interfere with what I know you've been pursuing for years. I never gave up our friendship, although one day you picked up all your things and disappeared. I understood why and I didn't stop making excuses for you, without any luck, I have to say. But I know that my father, wrongly supported yours…"

"I found a letter from him, directed to my father, the day I went to visit my mom. It was in the drawer of his desk. I was looking for pills for mom," Will explained looking at his wife. "In it, Martin's father talked about a Malone and an investigation he shouldn't get worried about. At that moment…at that moment I realized that maybe someone could be looking for me, even though I wasn't sure at all."

"You told me, Will. I told you it was crazy, I thought you had forgotten that matter."

"For a while, but when we were already living here…"

Martin nodded. "Jack took your explanations and the letter you gave him seriously, Will. Because he knew what was going on since it had affected directly one of his agents, who is one of my best friends, also."

"What happened to him?" Diane asked curious.

"He wasn't allowed to investigate, Will's father called mine. My father is the Deputy Director of the FBI, he just picked up the phone and my colleague got a stupid sanction."

"And, you didn't do anything?" She asked.

"I didn't know. Jack Malone told me yesterday. I didn't know anything."

"But it's been so long …"

"Yeah…there are people who know how to keep secrets," Martin smiled. It could be said also by Will. "We can say, Will, that your case is closed, solved. At least about your demands, but I need to warn you. Not everything is fine."

"What do you know?" he asked.

"I don't know anything, well, I know something, but I'm not authorized to tell you anything. That's what we'll do, what Jack will do. He will call you; you'll meet there in the FBI offices. Sarah will be there as well, of course, but I advise you to meet her first and talk about all of this. She…she feels very guilty for not having supported you and…"

Will shook his head. "Please…" he murmured. "How easy it would have been to avoid all this suffering if my father wouldn't have been so stubborn."

"Well, everything has an explanation, Will. Even if it's not what I'd like to hear."

"Am I…am I going to meet my biological parents, my brothers?" Will asked as a shiver ran down his spine.

"You'll meet one of your brothers, yes. Your parents died, shortly before Sarah and you were adopted definitively."

"But, they should be young, what happened?" Diane asked.

"A car accident," Martin replied. "It's confirmed."

"Maybe it was the only truth he said. The last time I tried to get some information from him, he told me they were all dead. I couldn't believe him…"

"Will…I think it's important that you talk to Sarah. You've got time; Jack is still working on it. Call her."

Will nodded. "First thing tomorrow morning, I'll do it."

"Good. So that's what I had to tell you," Martin said standing up. "Jack will call you, or I will."

Will went to the door with him and opened it. "Thank you," he smiled.

"You're welcome," Martin said offering his hand. A hand that this time, Will shook with determination.

Martin left in his car, trying to ignore the headache. And now, Danny. He trusted that Jack would make right his work.

…..

Lukas Wyler looked at the big building and adjusted his coat. At the beginning of November, the cold weather was taking a prominence his bones didn't like at all. This was going to be his fourth solved case, a case that involved him almost personally.

He didn't want to recognize it, but he was nervous, even more when he crossed the main door and took the credential. It was the second time he went into the FBI offices in two weeks, the previous one, joined by the Deputy Director, Victor Fitzgerald.

In the elevator that would take him to the twelfth floor, he revised the line of action. He trust Martin and Jack would have done their job. Filling his lungs with air, right before the doors were opened, he left the elevator quickly and as he usually did, went into the bullpen as if he was the authority. Walking toward Martin, who barely looked at him, he spit: "Have you talked to your father?" Taking Joe Riley out was the first action, like a symbolic matter to start.

Danny observed what was going on and stood up surprised. Opening the door of his office, he stayed looking, as Riley nervously picking up his stuff and left. He remembered Martin's words that morning, who had told him that it'd be an important day, but he couldn't understand what Wyler was doing there.

"Call your girlfriend," Wyler whispered to Martin. Will would arrive any moment, it was time. Martin swallowed as he left the bullpen. He didn't dare look at Danny, who seemed confused at the scene. He just hoped that Jack would have explained to him the situation.

Wyler made a gesture to Danny. "Come with me," he accompanied the gesture.

Danny closed his office door and headed toward Wyler who was walking to the elevators. He almost bumped into Jack who was leaving his own office with a small pushcart where Danny could see three boxes and a folder, a folder that made him freeze.

Vivian and Sam looked at the scene not understanding a word, although Sam suspected that it had to do with the strange behavior Jack and Martin had been showing lately.

Jack didn't know what to do, seeing Danny stopping and getting pale. He didn't think his agent would react that way, he thought that Danny had lived the worst part and would assume the situation easier, but now…he realized he was wrong. He had sent Martin to prepare Sarah and Will, but he didn't do his job with Danny.

"Jack?" he heard the furious voice of Wyler, approaching them. Wyler understood the situation and throwing a furious look to Jack, he took the pushcart and headed to the elevator. "Fix it!" he yelled.

"Go into my office," he told Danny, putting his arm around his shoulders. "Come in, please," he pressured him since Danny didn't move.

Danny entered Jack's office and dropped onto the chair. Leaning his head on the desk, he covered it with his arms, trying to understand what was happening. The fear paralyzed him and didn't let him think clearly.

He felt Jack rubbing his back and calling him by his name once and again, worried, but he wasn't able to react. And he could only feel any relief when the tears he had been fighting won the battle and started rolling down his face. There was no way to stop them.

Jack stayed with him, trying to comfort him, and cursing himself for not preventing the situation, making a gesture to Viv who started entering, to stop. That wasn't the plan he and Lukas Wyler had thought about, but now Wyler was in a room three floors above with all the documents, with Sarah Parker and Will Gordon waiting for an explanation. And he was there, trying that, at least, Danny would get calm. Now, he didn't know what would happen.

…..

Martin joined Will on his way to Sarah's office. Both brother and sister had met and talked about the circumstances they were living, about their attitudes and ready to stay together from now on, no matter the hard news they were going to confront. So that was what Martin had warned.

They barely talked on their way to the place they had agreed to meet. Martin expected Jack and Danny would be there already, but when they arrived, he only saw Lukas Wyler with an upset expression. "Where's Jack?" Martin asked.

"I told him not overestimate your friend, not with this matter. But he didn't listen," he replied in a bad mood. "Will?" he smiled then. "It's been a long time but here we are again," he offered a hand that Will shook nervously.

"Are you behind all of this?" he asked.

"Something like that. Let's come in. Sarah, honey, don't be nervous. We're all friends." Wyler smiled at both brother and sister in a way Martin had never seen before. Wyler's attitude with Will and Sarah was as fatherly as strange for the eccentricities he was used to. He couldn't help but notice that except for his already famous dark coat, he had taken special care about his clothes that day. Thinking about it, he found a closed door inches from his nose.

Martin stayed alone in the corridor. It was then when he realized his own nervousness. Then, he remembered Danny. What had Wyler said? He quickly went downstairs the three floors that went to his office. Sam and Vivian were still outside Jack's office with a worried looks on their faces. He headed toward them and he was going to enter his boss' office when Vivian stopped him. "He won't let you in. Are you going to explain to us what's going on?"

Martin stared at them. "Viv...now…I can't right now."

"You know something," Sam said. "What's going on with Danny? Is he sick or something? Has he been fired?"

"Okay. Yes, I know something, that's obvious. But no, Danny is fine, he's not sick and he hasn't been fired. It's…it's difficult to explain but it's something good, actually it is. But now, please, let us do our job."

"Your job… great," Vivian was really upset.

"Viv, I understand you, I shouldn't be involved in this matter, but I didn't have an option. Please, trust me. Please," he insisted.

He didn't want to give more explanations so he opened Jack's office, went into it and closed it throwing a last pleading look toward Vivian.

Sam and Vivian exchanged a worried look. "It's something good…" Sam murmured. "And, why it doesn't look like that?"

…..

"Well," Wyler said looking at the time once again. "It seems that Jack Malone is getting late, so, although it wasn't the idea, I'll explain the situation to you. I think it helps that we're friends." Wyler stared at them carefully.

"To start, I have to tell you the agreement we've reached, so George Gordon gives you the absolute control over the documents about your biological family. The agreement also implies that what you read in the documents won't be known by people other than us, including Jack Malone and Victor Fitzgerald, even though it's been difficult to convince."

"Why?" Will asked frowning.

"He wanted to kill your father with his own hands," Wyler smiled. "Well, that's the deal."

"I haven't made any deal with him," Will said. Sarah put a hand over her brother's arm. "Will, these people have worked hard to make this happen today. That's what you wanted, to meet your family, to come back home."

Will looked at her and didn't say a word. He knew that Sarah was right, but his vengeful wishes were deep.

Wyler understood Will's feelings. "Actually, we're not trying to save your father, but the Caroline Foundation, which is headed by your brother Matt, by the way. You agree with me the work they do is very important and the donations they receive make it possible. Your father, Will, how do I tell you, the fact you can take all of this, that's punishment enough for him, do you understand me?"

Will nodded.

"Well, all the documents are there. In these boxes you see, there are reports, photographs, and some personal effects. The folder over the boxes contains a report about everything and the story of what happened to your biological family since your adoption…actually, before that."

"And when does it finish?" Sarah asked.

"It finishes with your definitive adoption," Wyler paused, that would be difficult to say, but they had to know, "and the Gordons' renunciation to adopt your little brother."

"What?" Sarah exclaimed as her eyes went into tears. "How the hell did they do that?"

"Did my mother sign that?" Will asked. It wasn't a surprise coming from his father but his mother was totally out of his understanding.

"She had to. They were scared…it's…human."

"Human? Scared of what?" Will almost yelled.

"I guess it supposed to introduce in your, sorry, lovely family, think they also had your brother Matt…"

"Is he adopted too?" Will asked ironically. Matt was a copy of her mother.

"No, obviously not. Your brothers came from a very bad family, abused, drunk father, your older brother had been in jail, because of some drugs issues…your parents didn't want to introduce that into your lives."

"He was my brother, my little brother. How old was he? I was fifteen when I was definitively adopted. He was eleven, that's Victoria's age. A kid. There's not explanation for it," Will said. "What happened to Rafi?"

Sarah frightened. "I see you have a good memory," Wyler smiled. "I'm sorry. Rafi died two years ago. In fact, he was the one who has brought us here. The drugs, the alcohol, and the hot head of your older brother made him get sick. His liver didn't resist anymore and the doctors were trying a transplant, from any sibling. His brother passed the medical tests but he wasn't in good condition either. So then, Rafi told your brother about you both."

"Didn't he know?" Will asked surprised.

"No, nobody mentioned what had happened anymore, at the point that Rafi wasn't sure of his memories either. At least, that was what I was told."

"What are we going to find in these documents, Mr. Wyler?" Will asked.

"Well, that's what I wanted to explain. The documents are yours, nobody is going to take them. You can read them whenever you want, but I advise you not doing it alone. But, if you prefer, I can explain to you what this is about."

Will shook his head. "I don't know…" he stood up and approaching to the boxes, took the folder. "Operation Kangaroo," he read. "File number nine: Alvarez. Alvarez," he repeated thoughtfully.

Sitting down beside his sister, with trembling hands, he opened the cover and started reading. After a moment, Wyler stood carefully and left the room.

….

In Jack's office, Wyler observed Jack and Martin talking to Danny. Back to him, he wasn't able to see him, but Jack's facial expression told him a lot. He shook his head. How the hell could he leave him alone at that moment? Danny had confronted the fact his mother had tried to abandon him in exchange of his brothers and he had to confront the Gordons' renunciation, plus remembering some facts of his childhood nobody would want to remember, and surely, have answers to the questions his brother and sister would ask. Wyler had read Danny's file once he gave it back and he was aware that Jack also knew that file. And still he thought that Danny wouldn't need some time to assimilate it. Fool Jack.

With a grimace, he opened the door without bothering to knock. "Leave us alone," he ordered.

"What's going on?" Martin asked.

"Nothing, what should be happening?" Wyler replied.

Martin understood the inappropriateness of the question, but he couldn't help it. He was worried. As he left, Wyler whispered. "They are reading the documents. Together. The same thing Danny should be doing."

Martin nodded. "He had a breakdown, he didn't expect it."

"It shouldn't have happened, Jack," Wyler said.

"If he hadn't bumped into me when I was leaving, we wouldn't be here now," Jack explained upset.

"What has he told you?"

"Nothing at all, he doesn't understand why we're doing this to him," Jack replied. "But at least, he's calmer."

"Of course, I'll talk to him," Wyler said.

With that, he closed the door and sat in front of Danny.

Danny didn't say a word, didn't even look at him. He only took the glass and drank some water. On his face were, the rest of the tears, the bags under his eyes, and the empty expression, as much as his soul. Wyler felt sorry for him, but it wouldn't be the last thing he'd express.

"I've memorized the content of that folder and the boxes. And it's not easy to assimilate what I've seen there, especially for you. I told you once and I'm telling you now."

"What are you doing here?" Wyler noticed the snub in his voice.

"I'm trying to do my job. The one Jack had to do, by the way. But you've learned to hide your feelings and some aspects of your life so you're paying for it now." Wyler replied without getting upset.

"I gave you back that folder and I told you that I didn't want to know anything else." Danny stared at him and waited for an answer.

"What are you afraid of? Don't lie to me; you know I don't like to waste my time." Wyler asked then.

"I can't…I can't confront that again," Danny admitted, after a while. He wasn't able to avoid Wyler's intense look. He knew he didn't have an option with him.

"Confront? Who said you should confront anything? Are you crying here more than an hour for something that won't happen? If you had agreed to come with me instead of jumping to wrong conclusions, we wouldn't be here. And if Jack would have done his job, either, but that's done."

"You don't understand, Wyler. You can know my family's life like yours, but you don't understand. If I…if I…" Danny wasn't able to continue, the emotions taking him again, but he wouldn't lose control again. "Please…" he whispered as the air was sucked from his lungs.

"I think I understand you well, Danny. You're being so hard on yourself, and it doesn't seem it's new, is it? You are free to cry all you want and you can drink the whiskey Jack has in his drawer, but there's no way to get a solution. It will happen again unexpectedly. Something that reminds you of something, a case…not only this, not only what's happening today. You have to confront it; you don't need to confront anybody else but you. Knowing what happened and understanding it will help you to put every fact in its place and will give you a very real idea of your implication in it, that it is nothing."

Danny simply shook his head. Wyler was asking an impossible and he didn't understand why he had to do it.

"You can ask me whatever you want, but I won't leave if you don't come with me."

"Why are you doing this to me? Why did you continue with the investigation?"

"Because someone is waiting for an answer and his demand led me to you."

"What?" Danny looked tired, on the edge of a new breakdown. Wyler expected he understood the meaning of that sentence, even though not so fast.

"And to tell him the answer he's waiting for, you can't appear thinking that everything is your fault. I won't let you do it that way. Never."

Danny remained quiet, rested his back on the seat and closed his eyes. He wished not being there and tried to visualize someplace else. The soft murmur of the sea, his feet under the warm sand, the sun toasting his skin, his brother flying the kite while his mother tried to keep the straw hat on her head, and his father managed the beach umbrella. Why those memories he had skipped for a long time in his life came back right now? Why the documents Wyler talked about didn't say anything about those moments? Then Danny understood that he couldn't let the people at the other side of that story, only have the darkest moments of the last years in the life of his parents. He had done it with Sylvia; he could do it once again. Only once. Still, he was scared.

"Why are we here?" He asked opening his eyes. "I mean, here, in this office, in the FBI building. Why did you bring your story here?"

"I didn't. Jack asked for help when he realized he wasn't able to solve the case he had in his hands. And he knew that you had talked to me," Wyler asked.

"But Jack doesn't work this sort of cases." Danny objected.

"But he identified some aspects of the request with a personal matter you were trying to investigate and only got to be suspended. That was enough for Jack to take interest."

"He didn't tell me."

"He wasn't sure, then. He should have talked to you before this meeting. I don't know why he didn't."

Danny smiled and it was the first time he did since he had entered Jack's office. "I wouldn't be here."

"You're honest. Aren't you curious?" Wyler asked smiling back.

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to tell you the story?" Wyler was serious now. "You can see the documents later if you want. I won't lie to you."

Danny looked at him, unsure, looking back as if searching for someone.

"There's nobody here, Danny. It's only you and me. Forget what's outside this office. I can tell you what I know; you can ask all the questions you need. I have all the time in the world for you."

"What if I say no?"

"In my opinion, you have a lot to lose if you do, but that's your decision."

"Today?"

"Of course. Are you coming with me?"

….

Will and Sarah had revised all the documents in the folder, reading carefully some parts that took their attention. The fact their mother pretended changing the baby for them had impressed them a lot, but everything they read from then, was based on the protection Sonia Alvarez extended over her two sons, protecting them over and over from her husband, who instead of trying to improve his behavior so Guillermo and Sonia would be back, he became a so much violent man. There weren't references to them, except the questions Sonia asked to the social workers, but they only said 'they're fine, Mrs. Alvarez. Don't worry, as soon as we get a positive report, they'll be back." Then, some bad report, a visit to emergency rooms, a bleeding hand by a cut with a beer bottle, ruined any hope.

They could also read some reports about the criminal behavior of Rafael and alert about the future of the little one, who they thought moved away from his parents definitively. Sonia promised that she would take care of him and wouldn't let her husband hit him anymore.

Will felt devastated reading those stories and glanced at the boxes they hadn't yet opened. He remembered Wyler's words, but he wanted to see a photograph of his mother, who he remembered, her beautiful green eyes, that Sarah had inherited. Standing up, he approached them, without hearing the warning Sarah had told. Looking in on of them, he finally got one acceptable picture. "You both look alike," he said showing the picture to Sarah.

Sarah nodded. She was in tears. Will sat down beside her and put his arm around her. "Sarah… I'm so sorry about this. I…I never imagined that things were going to end up like this. I only wanted to come back. But now…We only have little Danny and we don't even know who he is, what he does, where he lives, if he has a family, if he's happy, if…I only want to hug my brother. I don't care about the past anymore."

"But he didn't come," Sarah said. "You heard what Wyler said."

"I don't know, maybe he came. I think that something happened on his way. Let's ask Martin, he should know," Will encouraged her, closing the folder.

Putting his mother's picture in the pocket, he headed to the door and opened it. Outside there was nobody, but leaving that suffocating room relaxed him. He knew he was close, more than ever. Picking up his mother's picture, he looked at it again. His eyes filled with tears as the thought about the suffering years as Sonia was expecting to see her children back. The image of Ingrid, his adoptive mother, changed its meaning, completely, at the moment, and even if it could be unfair, Will was aware that he would never forgive the fact they had abandoned his brother.

Martin and Jack were explaining what was going on between Danny and Wyler to Sam and Vivian, who were very angry, but also worried, wanted to know what had happened to Danny. Jack, had finally ended with a "This is a personal matter for Danny. Martin and I were involved indirectly, that's all. He didn't ask for help, you know how much Danny cares about his privacy."

Now, the only thing they could do was observe from their desk, waiting as the door was opened any moment. Martin almost jumped when his cell phone started ringing. He looked the caller ID and felt a knot in his throat. Sarah.

"Sarah?" he said aloud, looking for Jack's attention. "Yes, eh…I don't know if it's a good moment for…"

"It's the right moment. Then, are you here, somewhere?" Sarah insisted.

Martin didn't know what to say, looked at Jack in search of help but he didn't understand what Martin was trying to say. "Martin, come on, you didn't make us come here for this. Tell me right now where he is."

Her demanding tone surprised Martin, who wasn't used to that attitude Sarah usually adopted in Court. "All right," he replied, understanding that Sarah was totally right. "He's in Jack's office. With Wyler."

He didn't get a reply, but a few moments later, he saw her, followed by Will. She stopped in front of the door, but he opened it without knocking and went into Jack's. Danny and Wyler stood up immediately, surprised. Sarah stifled an exclamation of surprise, but Will approached his brother and rested his hands on Danny's arms, looked at him in his eyes and smiled. "Finally," he said. And hugging him, he whispered, "I've been waiting for this moment since I was four." Looking at him carefully he nodded. "I can't believe it," he added and hugged him again.

Danny didn't know how to react. What to do? What to say? For a second he remembered that last hug Rafi had given to him at the park beside the hospital and the promise he made. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry about everything that happened. I…I…"

Danny got a warning look from Wyler then and remembered his words some minutes before.

But Will kept his eyes on him and his hands on his arms and Danny felt overwhelmed. After the bad moment he had spent in Jack's office, he felt weak and vulnerable. "Forget it. We've been reading the reports, seeing photographs, documents…that wasn't what I wanted. Like I told Sarah, when I was little I wished to come back home but now…now I only want to hug my brother. Everything in those boxes, in that folder is the past."

"No…" Danny started.

"Danny," Sarah cut him off. "Danny…this is unbelievable," she added hugging her brother.

"I don't…I don't know what to say… " Danny started awkwardly. "I…I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Rafi…"

"Danny, it's me who has spent all my life looking for you. I'm the one who remembered. I know they didn't tell you and we've read some horrible things. But don't be sorry, please, this is the best thing that could have happened," Will said. His wet eyes passed on Sarah, not less Danny.

"But listen," Will continued after a paused. "All of this is the past, unnecessary. We're going to build our family from now and we'll do it together. We won't be separated anymore, I don't care who or how you are, who or how I am, or Sarah whom I've been separated from for so long because of this. We won't fight this anymore. Now were going to celebrate."

He hugged his brother again and nobody was sure if he did it simply to control the tears. Danny, who was still confused and incredulous, finally gave up the evidence and hid his face in his older brother's chest.

Sarah put her hands on her face, still surprised by the identity of her little brother, by the simple truth that what Will had always been fighting, was actually true. She couldn't help but think about Matt, how he would feel the only biological son of George Gordon?

Approaching them, she rubbed their backs, trying to get their attention. "Come on guys, let me join you." Will caringly messed up her hair, like they did when they were children, and she protested the same she did then. "We better get out of here," he added.

Wyler raised an eyebrow. Things were going much better than the story he was going to tell Danny. Yes, surely it was the best happened in that moment. Definitely, Will, who apparently was the more vulnerable, had begun to play the strong older brother, and looking ahead with determination.

Wyler left Jack's office and shook his hand. He continued walking to the elevator and outside the building. Once in the Federal Plaza, the cold air welcomed him, and remembering the hot coffee of the café they had worked on that meeting, he walked through the streets, entered and walked to the table he usually occupied, but he found it was being used by two young people talking animatedly. Maybe it was a premonition. Changing to the table by the counter, he asked, however, for his usual coffee.

Miami, Christmas time, 2006

"I've never spent a Christmas time so differently," Martin commented, walking lazily through the beach, rounding his fiancée's waist. Sarah smiled. Before them, her son Timmy and her three cousins were running, playing with the sand. Victoria had become a protective cousin for little Natalie, as Nicky showed some seashells to Timmy and explained to him what each one were.

Diane talked animatedly with Sylvia, while Danny and Will walked shortly ahead. Martin realized that Danny didn't use the cane anymore and the limp was barely noticeable. Luckily, the surgery he was going to get two months later, would gave him back his autonomy and the agility, and with it, his job.

Will was looking at something that Danny was pointing at far away. Sylvia, walking beside Diane explained to them "That's the pier Rafi took Danny to fish when they were children." Danny never told them what happened next, even though Martin remembered at that second.

The smile of the two brothers, the admiration Sarah felt at that moment for them, for the amazing way they had connected in that short time, made him stay silent, even if a sad prick took his heart.

Danny would always be Danny.

END

Note: I'm very grateful to Wildlightning, who revised and corrected the grammar and improved the vocabulary to make this story being published. Thanks so much.