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Don walked through an unfamiliar place trying to find a way out. He would have asked someone for directions, going against the stereotypical male code of law, but there was no one. And he meant no one.

So, he kept walking. He didn't know for how long. It could have been minutes. Hours. Days. Every direction looked the same. And every direction just led to more empty space. But he needed to get out of there.

Then he saw someone. He ran toward the figure hoping that it wasn't just an illusion. The closer he got, he saw that it was a woman. And although he should have been scared that she was the only other person in this place, he felt a strange pull of familiarity toward her.

He got to a few feet behind her and saw her long, brown hair cascading down her back. He reached up to tap her on the shoulder, but he stopped a few inches away. "Excuse me, but do you know…" the woman turned around at the sound of his voice. "Aiden?" he forced out. "But you're supposed to be dead."

Aiden sent a soft smile to Don. "If you wanna play this game, Flack, you're supposed to be alive."

"But I'm not. I mean. I can't be if I'm here talking to you."

Aiden threw her arms around her tall friend and smiled. Her smile quickly faded into anger. "What the hell are you doing here, Flack?" she yelled, pushing him away from her.

"I don't—" he started, scared of the small woman standing in front of him.

"Get back there, Don. Who the hell is gonna watch Danny if we're both gone?" Aiden asked.

"He has—" Don started.

Aiden knew where he was going with that statement the instant he started. "You really think that Mac and Stella can handle him? You've got to be kidding me."

"Aiden, I just—" he tried to get out another word, but he was interrupted again.

"No. I don't care if it hurt. You're a lot stronger than that. Of course you're gonna feel pain. But I don't give a damn," Aiden said in what seemed like one breath.

Don ran his hand over his face in frustration. He knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere in this conversation, but he wasn't going anywhere soon, so he knew he had to keep trying. "That's not—"

"You have to get back to the land of the living," she said. She had slowly calmed down and Don could hear it in her tone. "You're too young to be here. You need to get shot at a few more times. Run down a few more punks. Grow old, find someone you love, and have a dozen kids."

Don could swear she heard some of her own dreams in those words. The dreams that were taken away by the sick man who killed her. But he took her somberness as a his chance to finally get some words in. "Aiden! Let me talk, will you?" he said louder than her little rant. She looked up to him and their eyes met. "I want to get out of here. But I don't know how."

"Keep fighting. You're almost there," she said. Tears fell down her face and she would have wiped them if Don hadn't got to them first. "Don't give up. You'll be fine. I have faith in that."

"Geez, Aiden. I've missed you," he said honestly. "And I know that Danny's going crazy without you."

"No, surprise there."

"He needed you."

"I was there for him. Like you were."

"Then you were killed."

"He has that lady. What's her name? The one who got my job when I resigned."

"I'm sure that she can't handle him."

"Me neither. You gotta get back now. And tell Danny I'm okay."

"Are you, Aiden?" Don asked.

"Flack. I'm dead. The only thing I can't stand is watching you guys from up here and not being able to do anything about it. I swear, it's like watching a soap opera and you can't help but yell at the characters because you're so frustrated."

"That bad, huh?"

"You don't know how hard I wanted to punch Danny when he left the hospital after you were hurt."

That statement was definitely news to him. "He left?" Don asked.

"Don't blame him, Don."

"Why would I?"

"I know you wouldn't, Don. But… I know that you expected him to stay."

"I did. But I understand. If I was in his place I'd have probably done the same thing."

Aiden sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "He must feel like everyone around him that he's ever cared about is leaving him."

"It's not like we have a choice," Don tried to defend.

"Hey, you have a choice to go back and make sure he doesn't self-destruct. Or…" her voice trailed off. "As much as I enjoy having you around here, you need to be getting back." She didn't want to give Don a choice.

"It might be awhile," he said. "So, since you've been spying on us or at least have the ability to, you want to tell me what Danny's up to right now?"

"He's on his way to visit you. Again. But he's not alone. He's bringing someone along."

"Who?"

"Ella," she whispered with a hope that he didn't hear her.

"What?" he yelled, and it echoed. "He can't be bringing her to the hospital to see me. Danny, what are you thinking? She's only six years old."

"How is that girl, anyway?" Aiden asked, wanting to know and trying to get him less mad at their friend.

And it worked. "I'm not sure. After what happened on Saturday, I didn't know if she was going to be okay. But she can't remember what happened."

"But…" Aiden's voice trailed knowing that he wanted to say more.

"But she's good besides that. Really, Aiden. You know that. You met her. You know how great she is."

"You mean after I got over the fact that she wasn't a secret daughter that you had and didn't tell me about."

"Yeah, about that," he laughed.

Aiden laughed as she remembered the little girl in Don's apartment. "And I can still remember the look on your face when I suggested it."

"I remember it too. I got that again a few days ago." He scratched the back of his head shyly as he remembered the old woman at the ice cream place.

"Somehow I'm not surprised about that either. I mean, by the way you treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought she was yours. I can guaranteed that Danny thought it for a second."

"I wouldn't doubt it."

The two of them shared a laugh. After their laughter died down, a stillness filled the air and the two of them didn't speak. "But you have to get out of here," she whispered, breaking the silence. "They'll be there soon and I'm pretty sure that Ella would like to see your blue eyes."

"I know. I guess I'll see you later, Aiden." He put his arms around her and hugged her, knowing that it would be the last time.

"No, you won't," she said into his chest.

"Okay," Don agreed. He turned around and started walking in the opposite direction. He turned around to look at his friend who was also walking away. "Aiden."

"Yeah, Flack."

"Thanks," he said simply.

"For what?"

"For watching over Danny."

"And you."

"And me," he reiterated. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. And I better not see you around here until you're old. Really old."

"I'll try." And he turned and walked away.

He was glad that he saw Aiden. It gave him a chance to do something that no one else did. To say goodbye. Don smiled and continued his walk. He didn't know where he was going or if he was even going in the right direction. But he knew where he'd end up.

Okay, first semester of Sophomore year is over. Driving me to the brink of insanity. Sorry it took so long for me to put this up. I know that it's short but, I just felt that this scene needed to be in here. Another chapter will be up soon. Thanks for sticking with me everyone who is still reading. Hope that this turned out okay. Please read and review. Lil-Rock