I've been sick; you don't want any details.
"Blood on the chain and syringe came back," Stella said as she walked into the lab, "It's definately Danny's."
Mac looked up from the two rings he was processing "What about on the shelf?"
"Not in the system, but whoever it belongs to is a close blood relative of Ian Lumos. Got busted for breaking and entering eight years ago." Stella said, handing the file to Mac.
"Did you say 'Ian'?" asked Hawkes as he walked in. "That's who the guy on the tape was asking Danny about."
"But why would he go to Danny about his son?" Lindsay asked, confused. Mac, who had been flipping through the file suddenly looked up.
"That's because Danny looks like him." Everyone looked at Mac. "5'9", dark blonde hair, blue eyes, tribal tatoo; they could be twins and you wouldn't even know it."
"Scary," Lindsay said, looking back down at the prints she had lifted, "So, how are going to find him?"
"Jacob Lumos, Ian's father. I got an address and get this; it's in Danny's building." Stella said smiling, "I'll call Flack and have him meet us there."
"Good," Mac grinned; they were getting closer. Mac looked back down at the rings, "I'm sure he'll be wanting these back, solet's make this quick. Sorry you two but we need to process everything fast and it won't take all of us to bring in Lumos." he said looking at Lindsay and Hawkes. They nodded reluctantly.
It was surprising how long the trip took. They all knew where Danny lived, but to have it be a crime scene ratteled them. Stella hated the thought of someone who she cared for to be hurt. Danny may have been annoying at times, but he was the sweetest person she knew.
"Come on, Stel, just tell me what's wrong already." Danny had suggested they go for a drink, but for the last hour he had been grating on her last nerve. Glaring at him she rose from the table and walked out of the bar hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone. Danny paid the tab and followed her.
"Ya know," he said when he caught up with her,"when I was a kid I knew this girl who lived in my building. Her parents were drug addicts so she spent alot of time on the street. I thouhgt I could help her, so I smiled at her whenever we saw each other."
"Is there a point to this little story?" Stella asked impatiently.
"She left me a note once; it said 'only you', then she cut her wrists." Stella said nothing. "I was too young to understand it then. But I never stopped thinking about why she would do that. I finally figured it out; she thought she was alone, that no one cared. Look," he grabbed her arm to stop her and looked into her eyes,"my point is that she couldn't face her problems alone, and neither can you. So I'm gonna ask you again. Not as a colleauge, not as a friend. But as a brother. What's wrong?"
"Brother?" Stella asked, confused. Danny smirked.
"I never had a sister until you came along."
Since then, Stella had always looked after him. She felt responsible for him, then and now. "I can't believe this is happening," she said.
"I don't think any of us believe it." Mac muttered. They continued on their way in silence.