Disclaimer: I do not own Danger Mouse (2015) or any canon characters featured within. They are the property of Brian Cosgrove, Mark Hall, Fremantle Media, CBBC and Boulder Media. I do own Emma White, Dr. Kirkland, Ms. Anderson and Jonathan Baker, among other OCs.

DMEP

They were in the bathtub, Penfold's back against Danger Mouse's chest. It was the best way they could think of to try to calm themselves after what they had witnessed. Penfold noted that Danger Mouse felt extremely tense. "Why did you stop me from seeing it?"

"Penfold...it was just horrific. I can cope better than you can at such sights. Half of it was too dark for Ms. Writer to describe, there was no way you could see it and keep your sanity in-tact." He shook his head and rested his chin on the top of Penfold's head. "It was unbearable...and Emma lived that! She'll need therapy for years to come."

"How could someone do something like that?"

"I don't know, my dear Penfold, I just don't know." His eye was shut and he shuddered. "All those children suffered at his hands. There was no other way for him to be seen than as a monster. Oh, Penfold, the sights I witnessed...they were just..."

He pulled forward a little so he could turn around and look up at the mouse. "You need to try to forget them."

"I don't think I ever could. None of it. I'd feel terrible if I did when Emma had to live through it and may have to live with those memories for the rest of her life." He shook his head.

Penfold noticed the first sign of tears forming in the mouse's eye. He rose up and did similar to what Danger Mouse had done for him the night before. He pulled back slightly as Danger Mouse opened his eye. "You have to. You have enough of your own difficult memories to live through. Emma wouldn't have wanted to burden you with her own pain, all she wanted was for help. For us to come to the rescue, just as we had before. She wanted for you to burst in and take down the monster while I herded the children out."

He wrapped his arms around the hamster and pulled him close so his head was in the crook of his neck. "You're right, Penfold, of course you are. But, how can I forget what I saw?"

"I'll help you. I don't know how, but I will."

"Penfold..."

He pulled back again, looking into the mouse's eye, giving silent consent while gauging for it being reciprocated. Seeing it was, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Danger Mouse's.

Danger Mouse pulled back a bit. "Thank you, Penfold." He smiled slightly. "That won't erase the memories, but at least you reminded me of something important. I love you, my darling hamster."

"I love you too, DM."

Danger Mouse initiated the next kiss.

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A loud beeping sounded through the room. A crash cart was raced in and work immediately began. "Come on, we can't lose her!" Dr. Kirkland called as he rolled up his sleeves and reached for an air compress.

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"DM...we have to get him. We have to! Not just for Emma, but for all the children he has hurt, and for those who must never go near him for their sakes."

"We will get him. Emma's memories showed him as a monster so we can't identify him. We can identify the children, and she gave me some idea of where he lives. It will require further investigation, but I assure you, we'll find him."

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The paddles were charged and pressed to her chest, but even with the jolt, the ECG was screaming rapidly.

"Again!"

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"We have to! That much is for certain!"

"We're not really taking the whole afternoon off, are we?"

"No, Penfold, we just need to calm ourselves after seeing all of...all of that. It's as the Colonel said, we can't work well under duress."

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"Again! Come on, Emma, keep fighting...Danger Mouse and Penfold are worried about you..."

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"Speaking of the Colonel, he said my name right."

"I noticed. It could be that his mind was too focused on everything."

"Maybe."

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"I'll call it. Time of death: 3:32pm."

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The pair were on the sofa. They jumped at the sound of the ringtone. Danger Mouse switched it on. "Danger Moth?"

"I'm at the hospital, DM. Emma..."

"Have you been...crying? Danger Moth, it's bad news, isn't it?" He held Penfold against him.

"Emma passed away. I'm so sorry, DM, I know how much you two loved her."

"I...I see. Th-Thank you, Danger Moth. If...if you could please inform Squawkencluck and the Colonel for me, that would be most appreciated."

"Of course. I'm joining your investigation too, I'll need to make sure neither of you do anything foolish." She cringed as she finally heard Penfold's sobs. "I'll leave you two to mourn for now."

He switched off his iPatch, both arms wrapped tightly around the hamster. His own sobs melded with those of his partner. Emma, the child they loved like their own daughter, was gone.

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"She's with her parents now," Squawkencluck sighed after Danger Moth broke the news. "How are those two holding up?"

"I don't know about DM, although he was becoming emotional towards the end of our conversation, but Penfold broke down," Danger Moth responded quietly. "I'm joining the investigation, I have to make sure there is someone with a level head involved."

"Good call."

"Have you found anything?"

"We just finished watching Emma's memories. If there's one saving grace, at least now the memories won't torment her."

"That bad?"

"Worse." She explained the memories in explicit detail, helping the moth sit down when she looked ready to collapse. "It was horrific."

"She saw him as a monster in her mind's eye?"

"She did."

"Very appropriate."

"Agreed."

An alarm sounded.

Squawkencluck hurried to her computer. "We've got him!"