The apartment was silent. Nothing moved. Not even the man nobody saw that was waiting patiently in a darkened corner. He pulled out the revolver to check it once more before his target came home. He stilled and cocked the gun when he heard the snick of a key being inserted into the lock. Never let it be said the he didn't know how to break into places. The two figures stepped into the apartment, the younger being pushed gently by the older. He waited until they were completely inside before he stood up, and even then he didn't make any noise.

"Hold it." He said, gun aimed at the men in front of him. They both looked up, surprised. It was the younger one that spoke first.

"Sonny, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to-"

"Be in jail?" Sonny continued for him, "yeah, actually. But you see, this friend of mine came by and said I could leave, long as I didn't cause any trouble. So I did. I headed to the hang out and heard what happened between you and J.J. Shame he'll be in jail when you finally go away."

The two men exchanged nervous glances. The older made a move for his holster, but the gun moved to fast, he was sporting a clean wound in no time. This little distraction had given the younger man the time he needed to pull his gun and take a shot and Sonny. The last anyone ever saw of the gangster was that night. He was put into the ground three days later thanks to a gunshot to the head. His killer though wasn't present at the funeral. He was with his partner signing adoption papers.

They had talked about it on the way home from the warehouse.

"I think I want to adopt her, Danny." Mac had said a longing on his face that was rarely there for anyone to see.

"Who? T.J.?" Danny had answered back, a little surprised. He had never pictured Mac as the type to have a kid around, but now that he thought about it, Mac would make a great dad. He just didn't know how he would measure up. He'd never really had any home life. Staten Island wasn't the greatest place to grow up he'd always been in trouble at school or with his family. He was almost never home, staying instead with friends or even total strangers.

"Yeah, T.J." that snapped Danny out of his memories.

"That would be good. She's a really great girl, Mac; I can see why you're so attached to her. But with our schedules is it the greatest idea in the world?"

"I'd make it work. I just can't stand the thought of her ever going back into the system. She's got a really great future ahead of her."

"Yeah. Yeah she does."

They were with lawyers, theirs and Ms. Brody's. The conference room was nice, a large wooden table in the middle and a stunning view of the city out the window. Normally the papers would have taken a much longer time to be approved, but with Mac's record they went through in almost no time. The few judges they knew had helped out the situation as well, vouching for both men. Mac had his left arm in a sling from the bullet he took from Sonny. It was a flesh wound to the forearm, just barely south of the joint. The doctors wanted him in it incase of any nerve damage. He signed the paper in front of him and passed the pen to Danny, who in turn, passed it to Ms. Brody. It would take a while for it to be official, but T.J. was theirs now.

They walked out of the conference room and T.J. run up and threw herself at Mac.

"So, is it true, I get to live with you two?" Danny smirked, she reminded him of Annie in an odd sort of way.

"Yeah. You're our family now." Mac said, putting his good arm around her while Danny wrapped an arm around his waist. They may not be the most normal family around, but that was all right with them. They had each other, and that was enough, no matter what the future might bring.

Fini. This plot has finally gone to the big in the sky

There, it's done. I've written it. It's over. Not writing any more to it. I would, but I really hate this whole high-school thing. Blech.