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"I don't think I'm gonna do it," said Danny as he got out of the Camaro and closed the door, looking dejected.
"Come on brah. You've been planning this for months," exclaimed Steve.
"Yeah, but it doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean 'it doesn't feel right'," asked Steve incredulously.
"It feels like I'm rushing things," explained Danny.
"Rushing things?! You two have been together longer then Vicki and I have known each other! And we're married with kids."
"Yeah, but what you guys have is different. It was instantaneous. Gabby and me were together, we ended it and she left, then she came back and we started again. I just don't want a repeat of Rachel. Grace deserves stability, not a dad who can't hold onto a wife," said Danny.
"You can't think that way Danny. Gabby is not Rachel. She knows what she's getting into."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because she came back to you. If she couldn't handle it then she would have stayed away," explained Steve.
Danny had to acknowledge the logic.
"Since when do you use logic," asked Danny, giving Steve a smirk.
"Since its the only way to get anything through that thick head of yours," joked Steve.
"Thick head? You're calling me the thick headed one, Mr. I Don't Listen to My Partner Ever," exclaimed Danny.
"I always listen to you, whether I do what you say is another story," laughed Steve, "And that's Lieutenant Commander thank you very much."
"Yeah. Lieutenant Commander Pain in My Ass No Back Up For Me," sniped Danny.
"You're the back up," said Steve with a grin.
"Neanderthal," muttered Danny as he followed Steve into the drug dealer infested warehouse.