We're staying in New York for this. Don't own and I apologise if anybody is out of character.

"I'm sorry, but you guys just missed him," said Hawkes, leaning against the autopsy table. "He left a few minutes ago. Didn't say where he was going. He looked really pale, it kind of scared me. His hand sure looked nasty, the bandages were all bloody so I offered to clean up his hand and put some fresh bandages on it. He insisted that I didn't have too and left. Something's wrong with Danny, I've never seen him like that before. I'm guessing that's why you want to talk to him."

"It is." said Mac. "I'm going to try to call him on his cell phone. It's very important that I talk to him."

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Danny may his way through the cemetary checking the names on the graves. Finally he found the one he was looking for. Rodney Minhas, the cop Danny had killed. Danny knelt down in front of the grave, tears welling in his eyes. "I know I don't have any right to be here after what I did to you, but I want you to know that I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't hear you identify yourself. I never would've shot you if I have, honest. I'm not asking for your forgivness, I don't deserve it. I just wanted you to know that I'd give anything to take back what had happend, to hear you say that you were a cop. I have to live with what I've done for the rest of my life, I'm so sorry." Danny buried his face in his hands, and rocked back and forth his body shaking with sobs. His cell phone, which he had switched to vibrate went off. Danny swallowed several times, trying to regain control. Finally he answered it. "Messer" He was surprised and relieved that his voice was steady.

"Danny, this is Mac. Do you think you can come back to the lab? We need to talk and I'd rather it be in person."

Danny's heart pounded in his chest and his throat tightened. Mac wanted to fire him, Danny was sure of it. What else could he want to talk about that couldn't be said over the phone? Danny's job was the only thing he had had left, and now that was gone too. He closed his eyes. "I'll be there soon as I can." Danny now had to struggle to keep his voice steady.

"You promise you'll come back here? If you tell me where you are, I could come get you." Mac's voice sounded a little strange, almost as if he were worried.

"I'll show up." Danny whispered. It would be the last time that he would disobey an order, and the last time that he would lie. He hung up the phone and stood up. Danny went back to his apartment. He took out his gun and badge and set them on the table. Then he went into the bathroom, his shattered relfection staring back at him from the broken mirror. Opening the medicine cabinate, he took out a bottle of sleeping pills that he had bought at the drug store. All he wanted was to go to sleep and have this all be a bad dream. He went back out into the kitchen and opened a bottle of beer. Then, heart pounding he opened the bottle of sleeping pills and shook a few into his hand, and was about to put them in his mouth when there was a pounding on his door.

"Danny? Are you in there? Open this door." It was Mac! Aparently he hadn't believed Danny. Danny knew that if he didn't answer Mac would get the landlord to unlock the door. He hid the pills in his pocket and answered the door.