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Chapter Four

(Mac's point of view)

I was shocked by Danny's words. Then I got angry. How could Danny really think that? That no one would miss him?

Giving him a hard look, I got to my feet and after taking a good look at the inebriated man before me and concluding that he wasn't going to run, I quietly made my way to his bedroom. After rifling through his closet, I found a small duffel bag. Opening the drawers of his dresser, I threw a few articles of clothing into the bag, enough to last Danny a couple days. I then went to the bathroom and collected the toothbrush I found laying on the counter. I was about to grab the razor too, but quickly decided against it. With what I had just witnessed, a razor would not be a good thing to have around. After collecting a few more things, I walked back into the living room to find Danny exactly as I had left him. I threw the duffel bag into his lap, making him flinch at the sudden contact.

"Get up." I said, "You're coming to staying with me for a while." The tone of my voice left no room for argument.

Danny looked up at me, a mixture of surprise and confusion apparent in his expression, but he didn't protest. He didn't say anything, actually. He simply stood up. Seeing this as acceptance to my demands, I took him by the shoulder and led him out the door and down the stairs. Danny's head stayed down. From what I could see of his face, his expression was once again devoid of any emotion. I opened the passenger side door and he silently slid into the seat, keeping his duffel bag in his lap. I slammed the door shut and walked around to the driver's side and slid into my own seat. After pulling on my seatbelt, I looked over at Danny, waiting for him to do the same. When he didn't move, I let out a sigh and reached over, grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across his chest. Danny's only response was to pull his arms out from under the restricting material and place them back in his lap.

I gave him another worried look and started the car. The entire trip to my apartment was spent in silence. Even the usual hum of traffic seemed quieter than usual. Several times during the trip, I took my eyes off the road to glance over at Danny. He was no longer looking down. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the passing cars as we continued down the busy streets. His expression was still blank.

When we finally arrived at my apartment building, I parked and, without hesitating, I reached over and I unbuckled Danny's seatbelt. He continued to stare out the window with unfocused eyes. He didn't move. I hadn't expected him to. I got out of the car and walked to Danny's door. I opened it and once again took Danny by the shoulder and led him toward the door. I could feel the muscles tense under my hand, but I didn't remove it from his shoulder.

Once we were in my apartment, my hand left Danny's shoulder as I threw my keys onto the hall table next to the front door. I looked back to see Danny standing stone still, his eyes still unfocused.

"Danny," I said. He didn't respond. "I have a spare room at the end of the hall. You can sleep there." It was then that I noticed how tired Danny looked. He appeared about ready to fall over. Has he been having trouble sleeping? "You can go rest if you want, Danny. You look tired."

He silently turned and made his way down the hall. After hearing the door close, I let myself fall down on my sofa. Letting out a big breath, I thought about what else need to be done. I would need to go through my apartment and remove anything that Danny could use to hurt himself. I desperately wanted to believe that this incident was a one time thing, that once Danny sobered up, he would be okay, but the logical part of my mind told me that that just wasn't the case. I let out another breath as the situation finally sank in. Danny- Our Danny was suicidal. It was hard to believe, almost impossible actually. Danny was always so happy. He sometimes let his emotions get in the way and his past had been coming back to haunt him in the last couple years, but despite that, he always seemed so optimistic. Especially since he and Lindsay gotten together. Neither of them knows that I am aware of their relationship, but I'm not blind. Is Lindsay aware of her boyfriend's struggle? Should I call her? What about the rest of the team? They might be able to help, but Danny might not react well to other people knowing about his current emotional state.

Letting out one final breath, I decide that those things could be decided tomorrow. I slowly rise from my sofa and walk into the kitchen. Looking around, I first notice the knife block sitting on the counter next to the oven. I grab it and shove it to the back of the cupboard above the fridge. I search each drawer, taking out any knives and hiding them in the cupboard as well. After double checking and feeling that there wasn't anything else that needed to be removed, I moved on to the bathroom. I open the drawer beneath the sink and take out my razor. I open the medicine cabinet. I see several bottles of pills; some Tylenol, Advil, cough syrup. And then there are the sleeping pills I've been taking the last few months as well as an old prescription bottle of pain killers that I never used after being injured a few years back. I grab them all and dump them into a large Ziploc bag. I put the bag and the razor in the cupboard next to the knives.

I suddenly feel guilty. It's almost as if I were keeping Danny prisoner. But I'd rather have him hate me than have to attend another funeral.

Feeling satisfied that Danny was safe for the time being, I walked down the hall. Quietly, I opened Danny's door just a crack. I could see him sprawled out on the bed on top of the blankets. He was even more tired than I thought. At least he's asleep now. Maybe he'll be more willing to talk tomorrow. I look at my watch. It's now five thirty. It's hard to believe that six or seven hours ago, I was in my office, doing paperwork, completely oblivious to what Danny was going through.

I quietly close the door and walk back to my living room.

THE END... jk

The next chapter will probably be from Danny's POV, but I'm not entirely sure yet.

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