Most people probably would have been freaked out, sitting in the dark in a morgue surrounded by drawers meant for holding the poor saps victimized by the city's freaks.
But it was the one place in the whole building that was currently empty and quiet. Which made it the one place Danny could catch his breath.
"Danny." A voice echoed in the darkness. A moment later, the lights came on.
Danny heard footsteps slowly approaching.
"Are you okay?" Mac asked softly, his voice more friend than superior officer. It was a voice that lately, considering his promotion status, Danny hadn't heard much.
Danny nodded, opening his eyes. "I just needed a minute."
"No problem." Mac's eyes were full of questions. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"Okay." Mac glanced at his watch. "Why don't you go home?"
"I've got another two hours on my shift."
"Things have quieted down. They can page you if something comes in." Mac held out a hand. Danny grabbed it and rose to his feet. "You look exhausted."
"You don't look so peppy yourself." Danny smirked. "Maybe you should take your own advice."
"Maybe I will."
"Thanks Mac." Danny grabbed his jacket from a nearby exam table.
"If you change your mind about talking."
Danny nodded, heading for the hallway. He paused in the doorway. He stood for a long moment, not moving or even turning around.
"His name was Lucas."