Danny rushed through the precinct, stopping short when he saw Don.
"Flack," Danny sighed in relief; worry still etched into his features. "What's goin' on?" Danny's heart was beating out of his chest, but he calmed when he saw Flack smile.
"It's alright," Don spoke reassuringly. "Mac's fine. He's just getting checked out by the medics." Danny frowned softly.
"What about Sonny?"
"He's in custody. We got all we needed. He's going away for a long time Danny." Danny smiled, relaxing a little.
"Can I see Mac?" Flack nodded with a smile of his own; stepping aside for Danny to go into the office.
Mac looked up when he heard the door open; smiling softly when he saw Danny. Concern still creased Danny's forehead, but Mac could tell he was relieved to see him. The EMT in the room saw Danny and quietly excused herself from the room. Mac sat still; keeping his eyes on Danny as the younger man crossed the room. Danny stopped in front of Mac; looking him over carefully. He noted every bruise and scrape, along with the bandage on his upper left arm.
"What happened?" The question was a whisper; Danny looking into Mac's eyes anxiously.
"Gunshot," Mac admitted quietly after surveying Danny's gaze. "The gun went off when we were fighting." Danny nodded shortly; reaching out to tentatively touch Mac's face. He rubbed a thumb over the detective's cheek, feeling Mac relax at the caress.
"We're going home," Danny spoke curtly, and one look at his face told Mac not to argue. Slowly he stood up.
"You don't know where I live," He tried. Danny smirked.
"I'll drive, you navigate"
(~*~)
Danny closed the door behind them, his hand tightening around Mac's waist. The older man had thankfully stopped pretending he didn't need help, and was now leaning into Danny as the Italian led him to what he assumed was bedroom. Mac let himself be led; the painkillers slowly clearing from his mind.
When they got to the bedroom, Danny didn't let Mac lift a finger. He led him to the bed; shedding both sets of clothes on the way. Danny pushed Mac softly, and the detective followed the encouragement; lying back on the sheets. Danny smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on Mac's lips. He moved slowly; dropping soft kisses over all of Mac's cuts and scrapes in mimic of Mac's actions a few days before. Moving back, Danny's eyes lingered over the bandage around Mac's arm. There was a small spot of blood visible, and Danny pressed his lips to it reverently. Mac's eyes drifted closed at the attention, and Danny slipped off the bed carefully.
"Stay right here," Danny whispered. "I'll get you something to take your pain meds with." Mac made a vague noise and Danny smiled as he wandered out of the room.
Danny came back into the room a little while later with a bowl and a spoon. Mac pushed himself up on the bed as best he could. Placing the bowl on the nightstand, Danny helped Mac to lean against the headboard. Mac tried to reach for the bowl. He twisted his arm a little wrong; suppressing a hiss. Danny sighed, pushing Mac gently back into position. With a mischievous smile, Danny picked up the bowl and straddled Mac.
"Here," Danny said softly, holding the spoon to Mac's lips. "Eat." Mac smirked but opened obediently. They continued that way; Danny feeding Mac spoon by spoon, until the soup was gone. Danny put the bowl down, but didn't move from his position on Mac. The detective raised his hands, running them over Danny's fading bruises.
"We make quite a pair, don't we?" Mac said; laughter in his voice. Danny hummed his agreement; his hands moving in mirror to Mac's.
"You need to take your pills," Danny mumbled, not stopping his ministrations. Mac shook his head; his hands still moving too.
"Doesn't hurt anymore," Mac whispered back. Danny smiled wryly.
"Really?" Mac nodded and Danny leaned down to kiss him. Smiling into the kiss, Mac pulled Danny down onto him before flipping them both over. Danny laughed breathlessly as Mac slid over him.
"I think we should talk," Mac said softly. Danny smiled up at the ceiling.
"Ah, yes, the talk," He replied. "Alright." Mac pushed himself up a little to look at Danny's face. Danny looked back down to Mac.
"Well, let's see. I have nowhere to live. My only form of income was very illegal, and that's gone too. Oh, and I'm in love with the cop who just busted my brother and his best friend. That about cover it?" Danny was smirking, and his eyes lit up at the smile Mac gave him when he said 'love.'
"That seems to sum it up," Mac said brightly; leaning in to kiss Danny. When they parted, Mac looked at Danny seriously. "I can't fix the jobless problem, but I can give you a place to stay. This bed's always been too big for just me." Danny smiled widely and leaned over to curl himself around Mac.
"Thanks," Danny whispered, and Mac knew he meant everything. Smiling softly, Mac placed a kiss on Danny's forehead.
"Let's get some sleep."
The End