Last one for today, I am afraid. My job gets significantly more busy ahead of thanksgiving so…sigh…not much time for fun things. Enjoy.

It was a feeling Steve was neither accustomed to nor comfortable with. Closing his eyes and putting trust into a kid who had repeatedly switched sides and whose intentions he wasn't entirely sure of at this point; he took a shallow breath, trying to lie still.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the back and judging by their weight, he guessed it to be Bobby.

"I never figured you to be a cop killer.", the burly man said with unmasked pride in his voice, before slapping Danny's shoulder, "You made sure he's dead?"

Steve could hear the younger man nervously clear his throat, before shuffling his feet.

"Yeah. It was just like Doctor Chong said, he went really quick. Starting to feel cool to the touch already."

"Good job, Kid. Here, let me double check him quickly, and then I'll help you get him upstairs. Keep him in the kitchen until we're done with the Lieutenant."

"I don't think you have too…", Danny urged nervously and knelt down next to Steve, one hand on his neck, "I already checked his pupils and I can't feel a pulse anymore. He's gone, I am sure of it."

"Let me check anyways. You know how the doctor gets about stuff like that."

Relying solely on his hearing and the vibration in the floor around him, Steve held his breath when he sensed Bobby's feet right next to his head. At that angle, he'd be too far out of reach for any attack from his side.

At the eve of a plan that was about to fail epically, Steve felt Bobby's frigid fingers dig for a pulse below is jawline, then hesitate, then move the back of his hand against his cheek.

"Danny, what is-"

He didn't get to finish the question, when a thud from the butt end of a shotgun colliding against his head stopped him in his tracks. Steve opened his eyes in time to see Bobby collapse onto the floor next to him, as Danny bent down to help him get out of the handcuffs.

"Come on, get moving, cop!", he ordered frantically, when it took Steve a couple feeble attempts to get back on his wobbly feet.

Keeping a stern gaze onto the closed door to the surgical room, Danny handed over his 12-gauge, before taking a step back, as if to vanish in the dark corner of the basement.

Steve hesitantly accepted the large rifle, checking to make sure it had a bullet in the chamber, before letting his eyes drift back and forth between the young man and Bobby lying motionlessly on the floor.

"He's going to know and they're going to…"

"I said shut up and get moving, cop.", Danny hissed before retracting further, "I'll figure things out. Just get…get the hell out of here. Go save your Lieutenant, he deserves to live."