"He hit you," Danny states as his fingers gently run over the forming bruise on her cheek. "He hurt you."

"Well, you hit him back with a shovel. Serves him right," she jokes but her cheek hurts quite enough so her smile is nothing but frailness and weakness. "It doesn't hurt that much," she says to reassure him.

She is so beautiful, with the orange sun above her head, and the light in her big, brown eyes, it keeps flickering, dancing like the tiniest, brightest flame and Danny swear she had never looked more alive, more kissable.

Still Danny can't laugh, can't smile, he just brings her into a hug and hides his face into her hair. He holds her tight, squeezing the air out of her, and she may be imagining things but it seems like he's shaking.

"Danny…I'm okay," Sam breathes as she feels Danny's nose sliding across the skin of her neck, breathing in her scent. She gently pats his back, trying to bring him comfort. She wants to be as reassuring as a warm blanket during winter nights. She's not sure how to do it, so she just holds him as tight and brushes an invisible kiss against his ear. "Really, I'm fine."

He doesn't let go though, and since he knows Ed is too busy dealing with the cops all around them, Danny quickly kisses her neck, her cheeks, her nose and then her lips, just to make sure she's alright, she's fine, she's still whole.

"You're okay," he says once he's done, pushing her hair away from her eyes.

"I am. I'm okay," she repeats, ignoring the blush creeping up from neck up to her face. "So stop worrying," she softly punches him in the shoulder and finally a laugh cracks. He's smiling at her and she feels better.

He wants to say something else but he has to step back from her personal space as he sees Ed walking back to them. Danny pretends not to notice the strange looks Ed keeps throwing at him and Sam on their way back to the car. Sam, too focused on her phone conversation, does not notice a thing.