Death and dead two things that Danny had experienced a lot in his life, but Steve were neither. He had simply abandoned them, ok he had suffered more than most of the team. But the one thing Danny knew was that running never helped, he had wanted nothing more to run and not look back when his brother was murdered, Steve was the one who had taught him that.

Danny had found out from Lincoln that it had been Catherine that had helped with the code a stupid piece of paper, everything had been about that code. He had the shit kicked out of him twice in one week and then after escaping and taking out as many of the arse wipes as possible he had slipped up and opened the stupid door wrong and bang.

He remembered the burning pain and Steve's face, the total look of loose. He remembered getting in the vehicle but nothing more. Now 8 months later he was in charge of 5 0, Lincoln had taken on Steve's position but in Danny's shoes. He was just as mad and obstinate as Steve, nothing ever stopped him. Buildings, rooftops, stairs, gaps.

Steve didn't really stay in touch as much as he had promised and Danny felt used, he thought they had an unbreakable bond but he was starting to doubt that, it was a little thing that had kind of wedged into Danny's soul. He was friendly with the team but felt that the old self was right to keep work just that work. After he had lost Grace he had learnt a hard lesson and he had let that guard slip and was punched even harder this time.

Leaving the office, he headed home. He had left Junior to look after Steve's house and Eddie as they had bonded well together, Danny hadn't minded he had only moved in to watch Steve and now he was gone there was no reason to be there. It just made him want to find Steve and punch him in the face just like their first case.

But there was no point crying over spilt milk he had a life away from Steve and that what he needed to forget the hole that had been left behind, the only thing that it seemed that Steve got right was a letter to Grace explaining the need for space and that he still loved her.

Pushing the keys into the lock, he stepped into the lounge smiling as his girlfriend was curled on the sofa wearing nothing more than a loose T-shirt. Steve had said that it was a nurses job to be kind and smile. Well, how wrong was he? She was the best thing to come out of the whole screwed up situation.