Sam raised her eyebrows. She sipped her coffee.
"How can it get better?" She asked. "You got trapped in a panic room and your savior pointed a gun at you."
"Oh it can. Trust me." Danny replied, shaking his head.
--Flashback--
Danny stood in shock for a moment. The room lapsed into silence as Jerry glared at him from behind his gun.
Suddenly Danny's expression clouded to anger.
"You killed him didn't you?" He spat. "And you got that cut on your arm doing it."
"Yeah I killed him." Jerry said smugly. "Old jerk was suicidal for years. When the time came for him to finally kill himself, he couldn't do it. So I helped him a little. Linda would be 40 million dollars richer."
Suddenly shouts of 'NYPD! Drop your weapon!" filled the air as Flack, Stella, and Mac rushed up guns drawn. Jerry moved quickly, grabbing Danny around the neck and pointing the gun at his head.
Mac stood still, holding the gun and watching the locksmith hold Danny.
"Let him go." He said evenly.
Jerry just tightened his hold on Danny's neck.
"No." He said.
Danny struggled in the man's grasp for a moment, before stopping. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the coffee pot filled with chemicals.
Perfect.
He stopped struggling and slowly reached for the coffee pot. It was just close enough.
He grabbed the handle firmly in his fingers. In one smooth motion he splashed the chemicals in Jerry's face and twisted violently out of his grasp. He hit the floor as shots rang out.
All was still for a moment. He got up slowly and watched as Flack cuffed an injured Jerry none too gently and lead him away.
Stella walked over.
"You okay?" She asked quietly
Danny nodded as he slowly got to his feet. "I'm fine."
--End Flashbackâ
"Hell of a day." Sam said, smiling at Danny.
"No kidding. Makes you think though." He said, taking another sip of his coffee.
"I'll bet." Sam said.
"I called my brother." Danny said after a minute of silence.
"Your brother?" Sam inquired.
"He's been calling to get drinks and stuff. He probably needs money. Never really got along with him all that great." Danny said with a sigh. "After today, I figured, hell, he is my brother."
Sam smiled. "That's good Danny."
The drive back to the lab was spent in silence, a thoughtful kind of silence.
Sam dropped Danny at his car.
He got out, but before he shut the door he turned.
"Thanks Sam. Really. You helped a lot."
Sam smiled back. "What are friends for?"
