A/N: Thank you to everyone who is still following this story, I really hope it hasn't disappointed you so far and that this chapter will be good enough for you…

I don't own either of the movies used here.

Chapter 7

Danny felt increasingly uncomfortable as he expected the guests to give him a reply. The FBI… the real FBI agents! It sounded amazing, but then again, what would they want with Nicholas? Unless it was somehow connected to the case Nicholas had gone to London for… but then they would've just gone to the London police, wouldn't they? This was too complicated and was beginning to give Danny a headache.

"I'm afraid that is classified," Jane replied, and Brandt could have sworn he saw Ethan frown for a second but it was gone before he could make sure about it.

The Sergeant's frown, however, was more obvious.

"I can't tell you where he is," he said quietly. "That is… that is classified, too".

"Sergeant," Ethan spoke up after a sigh. "I'm afraid I'll have to tell you the truth then. Did you know that your inspector had a brother?" he could see his teammates' alarmed glances being shot at him but ignored them.

Danny's eyes widened and he took a few seconds to process that sentence.

"Nicholas doesn't have a brother," he replied weakly. These people must have made a mistake… His eyebrow then creased as his mind suddenly came up with a memory from one night at the pub. After a few pints Danny had said something about wanting to be more like Nicholas and that he still sometimes felt like he wasn't a very good police officer, to which the inspector muttered "You sound just like Benjamin sometimes"…

Danny swallowed. His brain had pushed that memory away, probably because of the drinks, or maybe because of the way Nicholas had gone stiff right after that and asked him to never bring that up again.

"His brother died," Danny added, nodding to himself and looking up at the agents. "He got hit by a car many years ago".

Ethan took a breath. He knew he was walking a risky path right now, but when wasn't he? He felt bad for uncovering Benji's secret but he reckoned the techie wouldn't object if this helped to find and save his brother.

"That's not true," the oldest agent shook his head. "His twin brother Benjamin is alive. He was taken under the witness protection programme shortly after graduating university. We have been keeping him under watch for all these years. He lives in America and works in IT".

Danny felt completely lost. Was this true? If so, did Nicholas know that his brother – his twin brother – was alive? But what if it was a lie? And why would they need Nicholas anyway? He hated these situations. They would usually make him panic. Sometimes he could come up with a solution Nicholas would call genius. He was still proud of himself for doing his knife-and-ketchup trick that had saved Nicholas' life a few years before. But now he had nothing. He needed someone to help him make sense out of all this, but there was no such person around. Should he believe these people? But they were only making his confusion grow.

"What do you want?" he repeated the question again, still not demonstrating any desire to follow their lead.

"Inspector Angel's brother is in danger," Brandt took over, sensing some level of relief at the way Ethan had handled the explanation of Benji being alive.

"Why can't you protect him then?" Danny would sound sceptical if he wasn't so puzzled. "You said you had been doing this for years now".

"The thing is that we think that Angel can be in danger, too," Jane replied, watching the police officer's features intently. Her words had an immediate effect on him. His eyes widened and his breathing got faster.

"Why do you think so?" he asked, his voice going considerably higher.

"We just can't find him, that's all," Jane said as soothingly as she could. "We thought that maybe you could help us…"

Danny didn't know how to respond. Last time he had called Nicholas on his mobile phone, he had gotten no answer, but the inspector had warned him about it. As far as he knew, he had been given some job in London. Secret job. He wasn't sure he could believe these people and wasn't sure he could tell anyone anything about that case, no matter how little he actually knew about it. Suddenly he had an idea. He could try and check on Nicholas by calling up one of the Sergeants from the Met. But if Nicholas really was in danger while on his operation, it was unlikely that Danny would be told anything. If he was in danger.

"Look," Ethan decided to take a risk and act on instinct. "We know he is on a mission, but he might not know what he's dealing with. We have a reason to think that the people he is after are connected to the criminals who tried to kill his brother all those years ago".

Danny shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He needed some proof that they were not lying. On the other hand, he could just give them the phone number of that Sergeant in London Nicholas had told him about. There was one more thing though…

"There's a police officer in London who can know something… I can give you the number," he said timidly. "And… can I go with you please?" he saw as the guests stared at him in bewilderment and already knew the answer. They weren't going to let him join them, it was obvious. "It's just… Nicholas is like a brother to me. I want to help".

"You've already helped," Jane gave him one of her softest smiles. "We'll take care of things, don't worry. But now it would be best if you stayed here".

Danny sighed. It's not over, he thought as he watched the visitors walk minutes later, after saying goodbye. I have to do something…