Okay, well I'm mad at what happened last week...effing crap, lol. So I decided to make a fic based on what could have happened afterwards...I believe in the paranormal so I incorportated some of that into here, just for closure purposes. Hope you like And don't forget to leave a review and let me know what you think about my fic/episode/DnA in general/Danny, lol, anything pretty much...

He went to her apartment that night after the toast when everyone parted ways. He knew where her spare key was and entered her apartment. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, taking in the smell that always brought a smile to his face. He licked his lips and then opened his eyes, hoping that she would pop out of somewhere and scream at him for coming into her apartment in the middle of the night. But it was silent; a deafening silence that made his eyes water and shattered his hope.

He took another step in and closed the door behind him. He saw something move in the corner of his eye and swiftly turned to see what it was. It was Fettuccini, her cat. He called to him and the came over, meowing at a familiar face. Danny had gotten Aiden the cat the day she was in the mood to have some fettuccini alfredo, and that’s how he got his name.

Danny walked around touching picture frames of family and friends. He saw his sweater on the sofa, the one he lent her ages ago but was too stubborn to return back. It was his lucky Yankee sweater, the one he would wear every time he saw a game. He picked it up, brought it up to his face, and sadly took in her scent. He put the sweater back and walked towards her bedroom.

Aiden seemed like the Mrs. Clean type, but she wasn’t…she was a pig; clothes all over the place, shoes in random places. And then he saw it…the picture of them two at Rye Playland in White Plains. The whole gang had gone up there to enjoy the beach and then went on a couple of theme park rides. He chuckled when he picked it up…his arm was around her and her left hand was on his chest, a smile of joy on her face. God, it felt as if it were yesterday that they took that picture.

It was then that he accepted it…she wasn’t coming back, not now not ever. He wasn’t going to see her brown curls caress her face. He wasn’t going to hear her laugh at his stupid Mets jokes and ‘New Jersey sucks’ comments. He wasn’t going to see her ever again. He let his tears fall freely as a million regrets and what if’s surfed through his mind.

He looked up to the ceiling, shaking his head, “Why?” he choked out, “Why her? Of all the fuckin’ people in this damn city, why her?” he sat down on her bed trying to wipe his tears away, but more of them just came out. He pulled himself back and slowly went to sleep.

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“Danny!” shouted a familiar voice, “Danny!” he made no move, “Come on Messer! The Yankees are losing 7 to none,” and that’s when he woke up.

“Haha, I knew that would get you,” the person laughed. Danny looked to where the voice was coming from. He turned his head to the doorway and there she was. Aiden….standing under the doorway. She was wearing his sweater and jeans, her hair out, flowing over her shoulders.

“This is a dream,” Danny choked out, mouth dry amazed at the sight before him.

“Of course it is,” she replied back and moved into the room, “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be real,” she continued ending with a cute grin, “By the way Danny, you look like shit,” she said laughing.

“I can’t believe this, this is my dream and somehow you still mock me,” he replied standing from the bed.

“Well it’s your dream, but I’m still kind-of-sort-of real, so I can mock all I want,” she said and placed her hands in her back pockets.

“What do you mean? Like a ghost or somethin’, some paranormal shit?” he asked his hands moving with his words, picture still in hand.

“Yeah pretty much,” she nodded and then the smile left her face, “Danny I don’t have that much time, so please let me–”

“No, no, you left me once, you’re not doin’ it again,” he said walking around the bed to her, dropping the picture on the bed.

“Danny, don’t make this any harder,” she replied and removed her hand from her pocket to place a strand of hair behind her ear, “I need to move on.”

“Why Aid? God, can’t you see how much I’m hurtin’ for you. How badly I want you to be here, to really be here,” he said loudly, tears threatening to come out again.

“Danny, I would give anything to be with you,” she said, her tears spilling out, “I regret that I never told you that I–,” she was interrupted by his outburst.

“Don’t say it. I know that if you say it, you’ll go. That’s it right, I’m your ‘unfinished business.’ God, I just want to…” and he did what he wanted to do, he kissed her. He walked over to her and kissed her. She felt so real. The kiss ended and their foreheads rested against each other, “Don’t leave me again,” he said rubbing his nose against hers.

“Danny, I love you. Even since the first day we met; ever since you made me go into the trash dump for you. I have always loved you. I thought I had my whole life ahead of me, but I was wrong. I don’t want you to live on without knowing that I love you. But, baby, I have to go.”

“No,” he said clinging on to her.

“I will always be with you in some form or another,” she whispered into his ear. She kissed his ear, then his eyebrow, his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth, the tear that was falling down his cheek, and finally his lips. She pulled back and placed her hand over his heart, “In here, always.”

At that moment, the alarm went off. He woke up with a start and automatically turned it off. He looked around hoping to see her, but she wasn’t there. He stood up from the bed and left her room. He was going to head towards the apartment door when something caught his eye.

His Yankee sweater was laid out on the coffee table and on top of it was a wrapped box. He looked at the calendar by the door and saw the words “Danny’s birthday” circled with a red marker. He walked over to the table, licked his lips, and looked at the present’s tag. One word was written down…‘Always.’ He bit his bottom lip and cried yet again. He took the present and slowly opened it. Inside was a photo album; a scrapbook of some sort. He flipped through it and saw pictures that he never knew were taken.

The last page had the picture of them at Playland.

His mind went back to that moment….

“Danny, Aiden…come on I want a picture of you two,” yelled out Stella as the two had just finished playing a water gun game with a seven year old…they of course let the seven year old win.

“Come on Aid,” he called out and they both went over to Stella, “Wait you guys I have to get more batteries.” So while they waited they started talking.

“Danny?”

“Yeah Aid?”

“I’m makin’ chicken parm this Saturday, want to come over?” she asked while she looked at Flack shooting hoops at a game stand and Mac eating cotton candy.

“For your parm, I would do anything,” he replied with his million dollar smile.

“You would not!” she shot back with a smirk and a slapped him playfully against his arm.

“Of course I would, you’re my partner Aid. Never forget that.”

“Never will. Partners,” she stuck out her hand for him to shake.

“Partners,” he took it and shook hands.

“Okay you two say cheese,” said Stella.

Aiden got closer as he placed his arm around her and she rested her hand on his chest, “Partners…Always.”

A/N: Tear...I cried while writing this, cried again when I proofread it, and cried when I actually saw the episode. Hope it gave you the closure that I desperately wanted.