Disclaimer; I do not own Las Vegas the series or any of its characters.

AN; Thanks again for the feedback! It's appreciated and I'm glad you're all enjoying the story.

Spoilers; Some for "Always Faithful" the first season finale. So I would say the story is set sometime during season two only it's a bit AU.

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Mary snuggled under her blanket on her soft bed. As soon as Danny took her home she immediately went to her bedroom to lie down. It was only eight o'clock in the evening but she was exhausted.

Just as her eyes were drooping close, she heard a soft knock on her door. "Come in", she replied.

Danny walked through the room carrying a tray. "Hey, I've got some of that herbal tea you like and I made you a grilled cheese sandwich. I know you haven't eaten all day."

She smiled gratefully. "Thanks. But I'm not very hungry."

Danny frowned and set down the tray on her nightstand. "I know. But you need to eat something. Get something in your belly."

She sat up gingerly and reached for the sandwich taking a big bite. She then reached for the tea, took a sip of the warm liquid and closed her eyes.

Danny sat down on her bed. "I know this is a stupid question and you're probably sick of hearing it, but... are you okay?"

Mary opened her eyes and stared into his for a moment. She told him what had happened on the way to her house. Danny's reaction had been what she expected. He was furious, but managed to put that aside to make sure that she was okay. He was being wonderful, as always. Taking care of her, as always. She licked her lips and swallowed. "Honestly, I don't know what I am. I feel kind of... numb."

Danny looked down then reached for one of her hands. "I'm so sorry, Mary", he whispered brokenly.

She furrowed her brow. "What are you sorry for?"

"For not being there. For you having to go through this. Why didn't you call me?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. I guess I was hoping I wouldn't need to, you know. And it's not your fault."

"It's not yours, either. Don't you waste another minute blaming yourself, Mary", he demanded.

"How did you know-?"

Danny cut her off. "Because I know you. You did the right thing by telling his wife the truth. If one day he would've touched those girls the way he did you and you had never said anything, you would never have forgiven yourself and you know it."

Mary sighed. "You're right. I had to tell her otherwise I couldn't have lived with myself. I wouldn't have been any better than he was."

"Mary, you are better. You're the best. You're nothing like that monster."

Mary's eyes watered. "Danny, he was my father."

He replied in an angry tone. "Only by blood. The bastard did nothing for you, all he did was hurt you."

She shut her eyes tightly trying to fight back the tears. "Why? Why did he hurt me? Why didn't he love me?", she asked in a small voice.

Danny's heart was breaking for her. "Because he was incapable of love. That's the only explanation that makes any sense to me because it's impossible for anyone not to love you."

She opened her eyes again and a tear fell from each one. "You know what really scares me more than anything else?"

He shook his head.

"That there's a part of me, even if it is small, that's kind of... happy that he's dead. What kind of person does that make me?"

"Oh Mary." Danny's voice shook with emotion. He hated seeing her like this. "You have every right to feel the way you do. What your... father", he spat the word out in hate and disgust, "did to you was horrible. Honestly, I'm glad that he's dead too. I'm just sorry that I wasn't the one who did it."

Mary gave a short nod. "Is it really all over now?"

Danny smiled. "Yeah. It's really all over."

She stifled a yawn and sunk down further into the bed. "I hate to be rude, but I'm sleepy. Can you get outta my room?"

They both laughed and Danny stood up. "I'll get out of your room, but I'm not leaving. I'll sleep on the couch."

She smiled happily. She didn't really want him to go. "Okay. You know where the extra pillows and stuff are, right?"

Danny pulled the blanket over her, then leaned down and kissed her goodnight on the forehead. "Yeah. I'm gonna call Ed, tell him what happened. See if I can get us the day off tomorrow. He's gonna be pissed. He's been calling me all day."

"Yeah, me too." She began to panic. "You're not gonna tell him... everything, are you?"

"No. Not if you don't want me to."

"Thanks, Danny." She yawned again. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'd probably be a total basket case." She lightly giggled.

"I was just thinking the same thing." He winked at her, turned off the light and left the room.

He ran his hands through his short hair and sighed. It had been a long day. Getting his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, he was just about to dial Ed's number when there was a knock on the door. He opened it.

"Luis?", he asked in surprise.

"Is Mary here?"

"Yeah, she's sleeping. What are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid we've discovered something."

Danny swallowed heavily in fear. "What?"

Det. Luis Perez cursed under his breath. "You don't know how much I hate doing this, but I have a warrant for Mary's arrest."