A/N I know this chap is quite short compared to the last one i wrote, but please be sympathetic lol. I wrote this on a pen and paper during my 24 hour power cut! I know, shock horror lol. I assure you I nearly died. Anyway about the fic, I was going to scrap it, changed my mind, and now here it is for all of you to read :D

Thanks to my reviewers- Sn0zb0z, ScarletMonroe, X-Kate-X and the-tangoing-mango-addict. :D Reviewers are great, aren't they ;)

Oh and this is a very Danny/Stacie heavy chapter. yay for those who like that, tough to those who don't ;)

Danny started through the window of Stacie's room, taking in her immense beauty and reminding himself that she was the real reason he was doing all this. Her dark hair was unwashed, she didn't have any makeup on and she was wearing a shapeless hospital gown, but Danny had never fully appreciated how beautiful she truly was until that moment. He slipped inside the now nearly empty room and coughed to draw attention to himself. Her eyes flicked up from the magazine she was scanning and widened slightly as she realised who it was. She dropped the magazine to the bed and asked,

"Danny! Where've you been?"

"There was something I had to do." He replied, perching on the end of her bed, knocking the discarded magazine to the floor, "So where's everyone else."

"They're all at the canteen. Mickey's been worrying about you, you know. We all were." She stared at him, the concern evident on her face. Danny looked down at the floor. He hadn't intended making Stacie worry.

"I can look after myself you know." He answered

"I know." She agreed, "But that didn't stop me from worrying. Hendon's a dangerous man."

"Well some things just have to be done. Some people just have to be taught a lesson." Danny replied, still feeling guilty that he'd made Stacie worry. A horrified look appeared on her face,

"Tell me you didn't go after him Danny!" there was a strange mixture of anger and fear lacing her words.

"Not directly." He was still staring at the floor, unable to look at her face lest he see disapproval in her eyes, "I just seem to be the only one to realise that there are other options available to us."

"What other options Danny?" she questioned, the anger growing more prominent.

"The police." He replied, pausing for dramatic effect. Unfortunately, the effect was ruined as she interrupted,

"We tried that already. We can't do it with one cop."

"You're right." He agreed, "But it'll work with me acting as the inside man. That copper you were talking to earlier, Phil Hunter, he'll be the roper."

"No Danny! It's too dangerous." She argued.

"I'll be fine." He replied dismissively

"Mickey won't let you."

"He doesn't have to know."

"I'll tell him."

"No you won't" he said confidently

"What makes you think I won't?" she asked curiously, knowing that he was right. He stood up and rounded the bed to sit near her. He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned in so their faces were inches away,

"Because you're angry. Because he hurt Eddie and you and he got away with it."

"True." She replied, her voice as soft as his, "But I'm not so angry that I'm prepared to let you risk your life." Danny looked surprised. He hadn't expected that answer,

"I need to do this." He whispered, hearing the desperation in his voice and hating it.

"Why?" she asked

"Because," he muttered, his voice rising.

"Because why." She pressed.

"Because the last time you needed help, Mickey saved you. Now it's my turn." He admitted

"I'm not a damsel in distress Danny! I don't need to be saved!" she snapped, the anger once again prominent.

"Maybe not." He admitted, "But maybe, just once, I need to save you."

"Why?" she repeated, knowing his answer, but needing to hear it for herself. Before she knew it, Danny was leaning in and kissing her softly. Just like the last time, he reached up to cup her cheek, but this time she didn't push him off. A few moments later, he broke away and mumbled

"That's why."

"Oh." She sighed.

"I need to do this." Danny continued as if nothing had happened, "And I need your help."

"In case you haven't noticed Danny, I'm stuck in hospital."

"I just need you to tell the police that Hendon stabbed you and that he's a drug dealer. I can deal with it from there."

'Okay." She agreed, not quite knowing why.

"Great! I'll go call Phil." He stood up, half running to the door of her room, just in case she were to change her mind. Stacie sighed and leant back onto her uncomfortable hospital pillow and sighed. Why did she have the feeling she'd just been conned by Danny Blue?

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