Danielle remained under police protection for a couple weeks, spending her days at the station house, watching as uniforms officers and detectives hurried around through their long work days. When he had spare time, Munch sat with his niece, trying to make up for the lost years.

"Dad lost his job right after mom died. He had a couple outbursts at work. At first, his boss was sympathetic. After a couple weeks, he kept getting out of hand."

"And here I was, thinking that everything was okay with you two."

Danielle shook her head, "It's not your fault, Uncle John. "

Munch sighed, "Still. I should have been checking on in you two."

"Dad kept the phones unplugged during the day. I see how busy you are here. It's not your fault."

"Don't let all it fool you. They always put my on phone duty anyway."

A few moments later, Fin came running up the stairs, face anxious.

"They found your father. He was passed out in the back of his car."

Munch looked to his niece, whose face had paled and hands began to shake. Fin took noticed of it.

"He's in lock-up, Danielle. He can't hurt you."

She nodded, silent, staring down at the floor. Munch stood, walking over to his partner.

"You're serious?" His partner nodded. Munch sighed, looked to Danielle, then back to Fin. "Stay with her. I'm going to pay my brother a visit."

Munch stood on the opposite side of the steel bars, watching as his brother tried to stand up. Bernard was a mess, to say the least: his clothes were torn and stained, faced unshaven, and had a black eye.

"Johnny, how you doing?"

Munch stood there, staring down his brother. "Shouldn't you be more concerned about how your daughter is doing?"

"You don't think I don't know where she is? Big bad Detective Johnny Munch, always looking out of the used and abused. I knew she would go running to you." Bernard spit on the ground, and then wiped his face on his ripped shirt sleeve. "She always liked you more."

"I didn't crack her ribs with my fists. She's a good judge of character."

"Always have a comeback, don't you? You can have the little bitch. She ain't no good to me."

It took every ounce not to grab Bernard throat and strangle him right there. Instead, Munch just stood there, with that cold look in his eyes. "I guess Dad had more of an influence over you than I thought. I would have hoped that you learned more from him, other than how to take out your anger."

Munch turned to leave, even after Bernard started to shout: "He beat you too, Johnny. It's only a matter of time."