A/N: Here's one more chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: nope, still don't own them.

Chapter 2

It was quiet. It felt like ages had passed since Danny had last opened his eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he began to register his surroundings. He was in a bed in what he immediately recognized to be a hospital room. Someone was sitting in a chair near his bed. Danny couldn't see his face because of the bright light but he had a pretty good guess who it was, and he smiled at the figure. However, the person's voice definitely didn't belong to Nicholas.

"Jesus, will you stop getting caught in explosions?" Andy Wainwright's features were clearing up as Danny's eyes were getting used to the light.

"Ah, look who's awake," Andy Cartwright entered the room and sat next to his partner, handing him a cup of coffee. "Welcome back".

The Andes then proceeded to banter on who should call the doctor. Someone gave Danny a glass of water. He took it without looking at anyone and drank it eagerly. His eyebrows cringed as he tried to figure out what was going on. Explosions… Right, the station blew up. The sea mine… Wait. Something was wrong. Why did Andy say "explosions" in plural? And didn't they both get caught in that one? All of them, actually… Danny's head felt heavy and started aching.

"What's wrong with him? He looks like he's miles away," Andy Wainwright asked the doctor who must have come during Danny's black out.

"Well, apart from the fact that he has been unconscious for more than two days, has a concussion and quite a few other injuries, nothing," the doctor sounded irritated. Danny couldn't help but smirk – the Andes must have really pissed him off in those two days. "And he's most likely in shock," the doctor added, regaining his composure.

"What explosion?" Danny finally forced the question out of his mouth. The detectives stared at him blankly.

"Don't you remember?" Andy Cartwright asked.

"It's a defense mechanism…" the doctor started but Andy didn't listen to him.

"The hotel," the younger detective went on, ignoring the doctor's stern look, "you and… you stayed to investigate…"

Danny closed his eyes, and the images flooded him. Explosion. Fire. Smoke. Blood. A lot of blood on… Nicholas. Something was going on with the Sergeant. Everything was spinning around him. His breathing became erratic. He heard something beep not far from him. Then it seemed like someone poke a needle into his arm, and everything went black and quiet once again.

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Next time when Danny woke up, the Andes were gone. Instead, Doris was sitting in the chair, accompanied by a policeman (officer, the Sergeant mentally corrected himself) he didn't know.

"The doctor said you had had a panic attack," Doris said quietly. "But you'll be better now".

"Where's Nicholas?" Danny's throat was sore, and he was actually surprised the other two even heard him. Doris' face crumpled, and she turned away for a while.

"He's on another floor," the man answered softly. "You both need to rest".

Danny had a weird suspicion in the back of his head, but he didn't let it grow stronger. The stranger tried to introduce himself, but Butterman pretended he was too tired for that. Apparently, he was a sergeant in the Met. He didn't care, he just wanted to be able to get out of bed and see Nicholas as soon as possible.

"This gang often leaves a trail of explosions after them," the Met Sergeant informed Danny. "We've been trying to get to them for years. Usually they don't leave witnesses… but this time we might be up to something".

"If they often do that," Danny finally gave up on ignoring the other officer, "why did we get your warning so late?" He remembered Nicholas' pale face upon learning this information on the phone. Almost too late…

"I don't know," the Met Sergeant's face became unreadable. "I wasn't the one contacting your station the first time. As soon as I realized you hadn't gotten this information, I called Nicholas," his mouth became a thin straight line for a moment.

Danny sensed something was off, but he couldn't quite place it. Either the case, or his current situation… or maybe it's just that it all was so bizarre, that it just couldn't be happening at all. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he was just going crazy. His head was overloading with information, and he shut his eyes with a sigh.