-1"I'm so sorry Danny."

"Did she go fast?"

"She didn't feel a thing"

This man's head hangs low, never this much though. The world has suddenly no place for him to hide, no bed to hide under away from the monsters.

He now reaches for the one thing that he knew would now dull his pain, at least temporarily.

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"How did this happen! You were supposed to report to the residence to take her into protective custody. Tell me, how does feeding your caffeine fix put priority upon a direct order from your chief!. A woman is dead now because of your dull sense of service and urgency. Trust me on this, I will put you onto traffic duty and you will never ever see the beat again.

Mac's demeanor erupted from control to near explosion. His attempts to catch the ghost asssassin, came up short. Trace evidence were next to nothing, prints, any grain of sand, dirt speck, nothing.

"Yes sir."

The pair of officers were then dismissed, the concience of a murder that could have been prevented looms above their heads.

Stella who was making her way down the hallway, dodging neighbors and officers. Her walk was mired with a sense of urgency and concern for Danny's well-being.

"Mac…How did this happen?"

"A lapse in judgement. A lapse causing the death of another in the Messer family."

"Did you call Danny yet?"

"Yes, I did. It's best that he doesn't come to the scene, it'll set him off."

Mac paused, observing the scene for any kind of disturbance.

"He's changed his MO. Went from beating to straight on shooting. The bit of trace that we had from Michael came out negative on APHIS.

"Mac, how do we catch someone who leaves next to no trace?"

"We have to Stella, or this Danny we know will be no more."

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You brought that bottle home in a paper sack, drew the blinds and locked the doors

This man is silent, unable to think about anything else but dulling this pain down. He pulls the line to his phone, turns off his cellular. He grabs a glass from the cabinet, and collapses onto the plush sofa.

And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass, so you pour a little more

Glass after glass, the warm liquid flows down his throat freely without restrain.

And there's no one there to judge you, at least that's what you tell yourself

A soft knock echoes from the door, and a familiar voice followed.

"Danny. It's me. Mac called me, he was worried about you."

She opens the door, letting herself in. Takes off her jacket, and places her keys on the counter.

Don't you know? Nobody drinks alone.

"Aren't you going to share?"

Silence restrains this man.

Every demon every ghost from your past, every memory you've held back follows you home.

She sits herself next to this stoic body, she takes his hand in her own.

"Danny. I need you to remember, that I'm here to help you. No matter the fact that they might be after me as well. You need to try and remember anyone, any particular person you've dealt who carries out his hits in this fashion."

"I can't. It's been 15 years."

"You need to."