A/N: Sorry for the wait. Been busy with work and other RL things. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Not sure how long this will go in for but I am enjoying writing this story. Been a good distraction for my test on Friday. Please R&R.

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Disclaimers: Same as the first chapter... :)

He wasn't sure how long he sat there. It could have been seconds, yet it could have been hours. He knew he had his brother's blood on his hands and all over his clothes and face. And there was nothing he could do to fix it. As he slowly started to rise off the bench and past a pool of Jamie's blood hearing the sound of sirens in the distance, he felt the familiar vibration of his phone in his pocket. As he looked at the display, he felt new tears come; he couldn't answer the call fast enough. He didn't even have to say word as he picked up the phone.

"Danny! Danny, are you there? Answer me please," he heard Linda plead through over the phone.

"Lin…Linda, I…." Danny sobbed trying to piece together a complete sentence. However it was on skill he could not master right now.

"My god, are you there? I just saw Jamie roll into the ER and you were nowhere to be seen. I…I didn't know where you were at…I immediately though the worst. Where are you?" he heard his wife whisper fearfully on the other end of the phone.

"How…how is Jamie?" Danny asked afraid of the answer he would get. Either way he knew that he would break. There was no way not too. However judging by the sharp intake of breath, the news wasn't good.

"Honestly, Danny, things didn't look good. I wanted to go into the ER with him, but the staff wouldn't let me. Where are you?" Linda asked.

As he looked around he realized he had no clue what part of the city he was in. Even though he was born and raised in New York City and had visited every park, his state of mind did not allow for him to remember what part of the city he was in. If it weren't for Linda he may not have known what his own name was. He knew that he shouldn't be reacting like this, but he had seen his baby brother stabbed and bleeding right in front of him. Jamie's blood was still on his hands and probably on his face as well. He could feel it caked in his clothes. He needed something new to wear, this suit needed to be burned not washed.

"Linda, I…I'm not sure where I am, I need to get to where you are, I need to know," Danny starts but hears his voice break as he pleads with his wife to help him. "I need to know if Jamie is okay. I can't be here any longer." He finishes as he slowly makes his way towards the unmarked Avenger that is his squad car. He knows that if he stares at the puddle of blood behind him, he will lose whatever he ate yesterday and not make it to the hospital. He found himself thanking his lucky stars for Linda, she was his rock and he needed her now more than ever.

"Danny, honey, breathe. Please just breathe. I will help you get from where ever you are to here. I love you," Linda comforted. She wasn't sure what to expect when she called him but a broken version of her husband who didn't know where he was, not what she was expecting. He had always been her rock, the one that provided the shoulder to cry on. Now the tables had been turned and she knew that she had to be strong for her husband.

**BB**

Forty-five minutes later, Linda found herself in the ambulance bay of St. Victor's hospital waiting for her husband to show up. She knows she should have sent a taxi, or called her father-in-law or someone to drive Danny. She wanted to hold her husband and tell everything was going to be okay. She hated to hear him so broken, so defeated. She feels her heart clench as she sees the familiar Dodge Avenger pull into the bay. However she was not prepared for what she saw. Just by seeing her brother-in-law rushed into surgery, Linda knew how bad it was, but she was not prepared to see her husband's suit caked with Jamie's blood and his hands stained in the same red blood. She could see the tear stains on his cheeks and could hear the shallow breaths coming from her normally strong husband. She wasn't sure if she was the one who walked to Danny or if Danny walked over to her. The next thing she knew she was holding her broken, worried, sobbing husband in her arms.