"You ate all my mushoo"
"I didn't see your name on it"
- points at the throwaway bin which has his name on it –
2011
The coffin is black - boring, respectful black.
It's a small funeral, very respectful considering that Danny was a dirty cop but then again he has no reason to believe that anyone else in the BPD knew about Danny being dirty.
Gibbs hadn't opened his mouth back then and he hadn't either, they had let Danny loose.
He wondered if things would've been different if he had stayed with Danny had helped him through or if he had ratted him out, perhaps Danny wouldn't have died alone in his apartment.
Perhaps Danny wouldn't have had a drinking problem, he swallowed hardly – the lump in his throat was growing.
He really hated funerals.
He blinked several times with his eyes to prevent any tears, he could cry later – in the privacy that was called his home.
He winced when he heard the gunshots, he wondered if his funeral would be like this – dull, sad, a few people and no family.
Instantly he knew it wouldn't, he and his father never would have a great relationship too much had happened in the past but they could get along now, also they called each other so now and then.
It was a much needed improvement.
Also his team would be there, he was sure of that.
He stopped his train of thought right there because he really didn't want to image how his team would react to him being dead, he had experienced firsthand how dangerous Gibbs could be when someone hurt the people he loves – and god it was like seeing terminator come to action.
But somehow he couldn't image his mentor doing that for him, he didn't know why he just couldn't.
He winced again when some detectives started talking, giving a speech about how great Danny was and that he and Danny had been the best team Baltimore PD had ever seen.
If only they knew.
He blinked again trying to keep his watery eyes from spilling, even the weather was sad today.
Danny had been a great partner, a real good one – they had bonded in a way he hadn't with his first two partners in Peoria and Philly.
Luckily he had some real great partners now.
Gibbs, his grumpy old boss who acted like he didn't care but actually cared a lot, who would go all Rambo on a suspect if they itched him wrong, who couldn't live a single day without his caffeine, who made boats in his basement, who acted like a father figure towards him.
Ziva, who threatened him on a daily basis, who seduced him, who he had saved from Saleem Ulman aka crazed terrorist, who could hold her own, who knew every way to kill a man and who cared about his self being.
Tim, who was a nerd, got easily annoyed with him, hacked everything from the CIA to the FBI, who tried to be subtle about asking him things but never got across.
Abby, who always brightened his day, who loved Gothic and all sorts of weird stuff, and had a crazy sense of humor.
Then Ducky, who with his long stories seemed to bore people to death but all the same cared a lot about him.
Tony stared at the coffin being lowered into the ground, it was time to let Danny go.
He clenched his fists together in a familiar gesture, one only he and Danny knew, and prayed him the best.
Goodbye Danny.