I'm a bit surprised so many people like this story. Back to Danny's P.O.V., As always these characters are not mine and I apologise if they are out of character.(I'm working without a beta which makes things a LOT harder.)
Danny hung up the phone. He was relieved that he had been able to keep the envy out of his voice. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Nick was upset because his friends were being too nice? He didn't know how lucky he was to have such caring friends. They had been willing to move heaven and earth to find Nick and he was upset that they were being too nice? Danny sighed. Deep down he could understand why Nick would find it so annoying. It was just that, Danny couldn't see his so-called "friends" doing that for him.
Things were still tense at work. Aiden or Flack would try to get a smile out of Danny but as time went on they were getting less and less sucessful. One time Mac walked in on Flack and Danny when they were laughing about an old movie they'd seen. Danny had immediatly stopped laughing and had gotten back to work. He noticed Flack giving Mac a dark look before walking away.
Danny was tired. He remembered Nick saying it would take time to earn back Mac's trust. It had taken a year to earn it the first time around, and about six months to lose it. So earning it back a second time could take several years, and even then he'd never get it back completly. At this point Danny would have given anything to trade places with Nick Stokes.
Danny got up and went into the bathroom. He stared at his reflection.His normally vibrant blue eyes were now dull and bloodshot. His blonde hair was sticking out all over the place as if he had just gotten out of bed, and his chin was covered by five o'clock shadow. Danny felt disgusted with himself. He was jealous of a man who had been kidnapped, buried alive and almost eaten by fire ants. What kind of person would be jealous of that? Danny looked again at his reflection. The man staring back at him was a liar, former gang member, and a cop killer. Danny couldn't stand looking anymore. Tears burned in his eyes. Without thinking, Danny punched the mirror screaming as broken glass sliced into his hand. He fell to his knees staring at his hand in shock. It was covered with blood. Shards of glass stuck out of it at odd angles. Danny sucked air through his teeth. Very,very carefully he removed the shards of glass. He got off the floor, opened the medicine cabinate and bandaged up his hand. Then he cleaned up the rest of the glass.
Afterward, Danny lay in bed, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. What he had done was crazy, plain and simple. As he drifted off to sleep Danny decided he wouldn't tell anyone what had happend. Not even Nick.