Steve yanked Damarian out of the car with a swift yank, making sure the man stumbled before the firm grip on his collar pulled him back up. Danny shot him an annoyed look as Steve made sure their prisoner remained on his feet. They walked into the hospital without drawing too many glances, despite the iron grip that surrounded the youngest of the trio's wrist. Danny knew that sometimes Steve was all about the flair, the explosion, the show off, but he could be discreet as a ninja when the time called for it. After clearing things with the nurse at the desk, the two cops and the prisoner ascended a few floors in the elevator. Steve pulled Damarian out as soon as the elevator doors opened, but he found the man was almost dashing to get to the room that they were told held his brother.

Steve wondered for a moment how the murdered that he was accompanying could walk with such light feet, almost as if nothing stained his conscious. Steve knew the lengthy list of charges that this man had somehow avoided being charged with due to lack of evidence. Drug trafficking. Illegal weapons deals. Prostitution rings. And now, murder would be added to the list. Steve felt complete annoyance once more at how this man had evaded justice for so long, but a swelling of pride came inside of him when he was reminded of exactly who he had beside him now. The very man that had escaped time and time again. And now, they would finish this deal and put him behind bars.

Steve checked the numbers on the doors, Danny following right behind him. Once they reached the correct room, Steve opened the door with the hand that he wasn't holding Damarian with. He walked in with long strides, and took in his surroundings immediately. It was just your average, low grade hospital room. It had three beds in a row, separated by thin curtains. Steve knew that Damarian's brother would be receiving minimal care while here, and of course, it was to be remembered that the boy was a criminal too. He had illegal weapons and was found in a location with drugs, and his fingerprints were most likely all over as well.

Steve motioned for Damarian to look and see which one was his brother. The man walked forward a few paces, looked, and moved on. He repeated the process until they came upon the last bed, where the small boy that Steve recognized lay. He was covered by a thin sheet, no hospital gown covering his bandaged chest. When Damarian saw his brother, he let out a sound that Steve couldn't describe, and rushed forward to his brother. Steve looked to Danny, and saw the shorter man standing with his arms crossed, head down. He knew that his partner was thinking deeply, though he had no idea what it could be. Steve turned his head back to the criminal and his brother, and watched the reunion in process.

Damarian placed a hand on the smaller boys shoulder, and waited as his eyes blinked open. Steve adjusted his standing position, and crossed his arms in a move he didn't understand was to shield himself from any emotions. Even from the distance he was standing, Steve saw tears rise in Damarian's eyes as his brother looked up at him, and managed a weak smile. The two brothers began to exchange hushed words.

"Roberto, how are you? Are you okay?" Damarian took his brother hand in his own, and looked directly into the boy's eyes as he spoke. Roberto gave a small cough before responding.

"I am okay. D-Damarian, how did you find me?" the younger of the duo spoke softly. Damarian shot Steve a look before going back to his brother.

"Roberto, the police have helped me. You and Anne will be safe, I promise you." Roberto shook his head viscously as Damarian said this, and Steve felt his eyebrows turn down and his lips purse as the boy responded to his older brother.

"What did you have to give up for that, hermano? Whatever it is, it is not worth it. I can find my way, and I will be alright." Steve watched as Damarian released his brother's hand, and stood up.

"I gave up my freedom Roberto. Once I check on Anne and get her to safety, I will be going to prison. Life, okay? Listen to me Roberto. This is the last you are seeing of me for a long time, maybe ever. I am selling out the others and giving away my freedom so that you can have a life. I am doing that in exchange for a home for you and Anne. A family. A proper one. You can live a good life. School." Damarian said it in a solid, emotionless voice. Steve felt Danny edge closer to him, and Steve leaned down to hear what the man had to say. Danny's words were hushed, but certain.

"In all my days, buddy, I've never seen anything like this." Steve straightened and nodded as he continued to watch the scene play out in front of him. Roberto was trying to sit up, and he was protesting violently.

"Damarian! Why would you do that? I know that you would rather eat mierda that go to prison! What is wrong with you!" Damarian leaned down, and got right into his brother face. His voice was a deadly serious whisper that made his brother freeze.

"Roberto, you listen to me. Do not even think about that. I am giving up everything so that you and Anne can be safe, and you are NOT going to throw that away. Do you hear me? What do you think dad would want us to do?" And Steve saw at the mention of their father, Roberto practically stopped breathing. The two brothers kept their eyes locked for a few more seconds, though Steve knew must have felt like eternities for them. Finally, Roberto nodded and Damarian gave his hand a final squeeze. Without another word, he turned away and faced Steve.

Steve pointed towards the door and grabbed his elbow, and the three walked out of the room without looking back.

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