For Steve

[sluttylyingliar]

She swears. She swears she wasn't snooping. She was minding her own damn business and watching fucking Housewives of Beverly Hills and then it was just there. She thought it was just a regular episode of the Steve and Danny EyeFuck Parade and had half thought about going to find Danny, to point to at least five instances that to her at least, proved those two were screwing back home. That was before it all went to shit. Before Danny's kid was kidnapped. Before she made herself sit through the whole damn mess because she had to know what happened. For Danny's sake. 

But now what? She can't just leave the thing lying around. But she has no idea if Danny should know. It would torture him. It would absolutely ruin him and he's happy and Grace turned out to be okay so it doesn't even seem worth it. If there's been any maturity gained in the past two years, however, it;s that she knows it's not really her decision to make.

So she runs off to find Steve, instead. It's probably disturbing that she knows their schedule this well but she speeds over to his office, reel stuffed into her bag. 

She quickly shuts the door behind her, and pushes sweaty hair off her face before Steve can even say hello.

"We need to talk," she bites out, letting out a shaky breath.

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[newkindofcop]

"I think it was because in some sick, twisted way, he wanted you to have the happiness with Rachel and Grace again that he'd lost with his own family," Steve softly answers. "Hearing that voicemail you left - somehow, it became his mission to accomplish for you."

[haolehothead]

Danny pauses, because he realizes, now, that it must have killed Steve to be listening to that voice-mail, to hear himself beg for Rachel. He sobers up, trying to put aside his all-encompassing panic about Grace for just a second, if only because the guy he's going to spend the rest of his life with is the one standing in front of him.

"I would have begged you, you know," Danny says, quietly. "If we got it together. I would have --" He clears his throat. "I would have begged, for you."

[newkindofcop]

"I know," Steve whispers, because really, there isn't a doubt in his mind that Danny would be willing to resort to begging if the situation was theirs instead, theirs instead of Danny and Rachel's, but even he can't begin to predict how it all would've gone down if it'd been their happiness that had been targeted, how Peterson would've tried to get to Danny through him.

"I know, Danny. It doesn't matter now."

[haolehothead]

"It's pretty much the only thing that does," Danny points out weakly. After all, Grace isn't there and he can't hold her so tight that she bursts. He can't put a bullet in Peterson's kneecap again like he so desperately wants to. So, all he's got is reassuring Steve that everything here is going to be okay. "Or do you want a voicemail?"

[newkindofcop]

"Even if you had a way of sending it, I wouldn't need it," Steve promises, stepping in to close the space, his hand sliding along Danny's shoulder to tug him in, tipping his forehead against the top of Danny's head while he breathes him in, his lips moving slowly across Danny's temple. "This, this right here - this is all I need, Danno, okay?"

[haolehothead]

"Are you treating me like the little wife again?" Danny asks, muffled against Steve's chest as he tries to free his way out. He grabs hold of Steve's hips and tries to push him away slightly. "Babe," he says. "Can we go get so furiously drunk right now?"

[newkindofcop]

"C'mon," Steve murmurs, relinquishing his grip as he takes a step back, still running his hands over Danny's shoulders. "I'm in if you are."

[haolehothead]

"What, drunk Steve?" Actually, the thought of it makes him feel just the smallest bit better. When Steve gets drunk, Danny feels like he actually gets to take care of something. "I don't know how good it will make me feel, but at least I might not remember this in the morning."