Case
It had been a year since he'd come home from the hospital. His legs had healed all in good time and he was walking within the four months they'd predicted. He now only had very faint lines on his legs that indicated where they'd operated to save his legs. His knee had fully recovered as had his stomach though when he'd returned to work he'd taken it as easy as he could at first.
He'd returned to his position ten months ago and to field duty almost immediately though the team watched him to make sure he took it easy until he was over the cane he'd had to use for a month after coming back. It had annoyed him but he knew they were only looking out for him because they cared. He knew he had a propensity to push himself a little too hard and cause himself problems.
Spencer and Aaron had found a house only a few houses down from Dave's while he was recovering and had moved in when he'd moved onto only one crutch remaining with Jack. They now had a garden and two floors with three bedrooms. They kept the extra bedroom as a guest room but it was mostly taken up currently by Spencer's Doctor Who, Star Trek, Star Wars, Marvel and DC collections. It also held a lot of his books and Aaron's stamp and coin collections. It was like a nerd nirvana.
Valarie had stayed with Dave and they'd slowly moved her stuff in to the home they now shared together. They had begun to share the same bed a week after she'd had her final operation and she'd worn a huge grin for a day after. They alternated which house they would have dinner at each week but they had dinner once a week with Aaron, Spencer and Jack.
They'd gotten engaged two months ago and Valarie's time was mostly occupied by planning the wedding. She was trying to get Dave involved as well who was only too happy to put in his input. After all he was going to be the groom. As they were soon going to be officially stepson and stepdad that had only made Aaron and Dave even closer.
They were currently working a terrorism case. It had started off with random attacks on civilians but had progressed when they realised there was a group working behind the attacks. They'd come up behind and slit their throats. There had been a shooting where one of the cops they'd been working with had been shot and they'd been left a calling card.
It was a death tarot card and on the back was written 'we stand for all those oppressed in jails around the country. Stand down or watch your step.' They'd all muttered under their breaths that they didn't take orders from terrorists and had doubled their efforts to find them.
He was just about to get into his SUV when suddenly he heard a loud noise then nothing but felt his body get propelled into the air and land on the ground some distance away with a huge thud.