Disclaimer: I don't own Without a Trace. I am only borrowing it. I'll give it back. But can I keep Danny? Pretty please?

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2am

Jack flopped back onto the couch in his office, rubbed his eyes and yawned. It had been a long day and he was relieved it was finally over.

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6pm

Jack was sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting for Danny's doctor to answer her page.

Danny's car had been found parked at the side of the road with Danny sitting at the other side of the road. Jack didn't know what Danny's condition was. All he knew was that the cops that found the car had called an ambulance for him and he was in a hospital in Arden.

"Agent Malone?"

Jack looked up to see a dark haired woman in a lab coat standing in front of him.

"Yes."

"I'm Doctor Palmer." She held her hand out and he shook it.

"How is he?"

"Not good, I'm afraid."

"How much did he have to drink?"

The doctor sighed and sat down next to Jack.

"He hadn't been drinking. There was an unopened bottle of vodka next to him and we checked his blood alcohol level. It was normal."

Jack looked at her, confused.

"So what's going on? Why is he here?"

"Agent Malone, he's been admitted to the psychiatric ward."

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8am

"Jack."

Jack opened his eyes. It took a while for it to register that he was in his office. Viv was standing over him.

"Hey," he said, still half asleep.

"Hey yourself." She handed him the cup of coffee she was holding. "You look like you need it more than I do."

He rubbed the back of his neck and made a mental note to never sleep sitting up again.

"How's Danny?" she asked.

Jack sighed. When they first got the call that Danny was in hospital and while they still thought it was because he had been drinking, Jack decided that it would be best if he went up alone so as not to crowd Danny. They knew that he would most likely feel ashamed about falling of the wagon and wouldn't want them all to see him so vulnerable.

Now that Jack knew that wasn't the case, he had the dreaded task of relaying the information to the rest of the team.

"He wasn't drunk. Didn't even touch the vodka." Jack paused and took a deep breath. "He's in the psych ward."

Saying those words made Jack feel like he had failed Danny. He couldn't help feeling guilty for not talking to Danny after they found Clare Metcalf. He didn't because he trusted Danny to know that Jack was there for him any time he needed to talk. Instead, Danny had kept it all inside, doing an amazing job of hiding the signs that anything was wrong, until everything caught up with him.

"The psych ward?" Viv asked.

"He was catatonic when they found him. He was just sitting there, staring into space. And he was pretty much the same when I left."

"Did you see him?"

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6:30pm

It took Jack a moment to find the strength to step into the room.

It almost physically hurt Jack to see him like that. Strong, confident, Danny, in a hospital bed, curled up in the foetal position.

Jack walked around to the other side of the bed, taking a seat. Danny didn't even seem to know that Jack was there.

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A/N Sorry this took so long. Making sense is hard. In fact, I had to change the plot for this chapter a couple of times, because it stopped making sense to me. Any way, only one more chapter after this because if I write any more than that my brain will turn to mush.