Please Don't Go

Have A Nice Day/Danny

I woke up and noticed someone was in the room with me. I noticed someone covered me up. I then got up and the person jumped.

"Thank you for saving me. You can have my partner's desk. Just let me move something."

I shook my head and pointed for him to have my office. He had the keys to my Camaro on the desk. I grabbed them. Steve I see had my gun and I still had his. I wrote down my name on a piece of paper Dritt Webster. He picked up the paper and read it. He walked out of his office.

I walked out of my office and was greeted by the team. I went to the smart table. I saw we have a case.

"Do you talk?" Asked Steve.

I shook my head. Me and Steve went to the crime scene. I found a cd and it was Bon Jovi's have a Nice Day Album. I put it in. I was driving. I then sped to the Crime scene with Have a Nice Day the song on repeat.

When we got to the crime scene I looked at Steve. He didn't notice I had his gun, phone, and badges. I seen he had mine. He was holding mine and crying. I felt bad for him. I got out of the car. I saw what I was looking for. I found a blood trail. I was running and followed it. I had practiced a British accent.

"Freeze 5 o."

The guy went to shoot me and I shot him in the arm. I also got him in the leg. Steve finally ran up to me. "Book 'em Danno."

I gave him a look and he looked sad. I decided to talk. "Steve, I know you miss your last partner. My name is Dritt."

"Are you from England?"

"Yes, I am."

I had the guy sent to the hospital and then to jail. Steve told me where to drive to. It was a funeral. It was my funeral. I saw my kids and Rachael. They knew to play along. They knew I was protecting Steve. I knew someone was after him. I then saw Charlie run up to me. I picked him up. I then saw Grace run to Steve. Steve saw me holding Charlie. I held him through the whole thing.

"Uncle Dritt, do you think Danno would want you to help uncle Steve?"

"Yes, Charlie, Just remember Danno loves you."

I winked at him. He hugged me. I then walked over to Steve with Charlie still in my arms. "How do you know Charlie?"

"I am Rachael's brother. I was a cop in New Jersey. She asked me to come help you. I found you were in trouble. I am a detective."

Steve had no idea what to say. I could tell he missed me. The real me. I noticed he felt bad about something. I know I had to find who was after me and Steve.