Is there anything that can seem real?

Danny finally, slowly and torturously survived the two weeks on his own, when he showed up to Sunday dinner, Henry noticed how pale and sunken Danny looked, his eyes had purple dark shadows under them and how his clothes hung loosely on him, Danny looked drained and lifeless, he looked like a shadow of himself, no longer the man that could fight crime with so much energy. His eyes were glazed over with the lack of focus and his skin almost looked transparent, as if he was beginning to fall ill. Danny went back to work, dressing sharply in his dress blues, his dress shirt was stark white and freshly pressed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight. his collar had the two brass bars on each side to denote his rank as Captain, and he buttoned up his jacket which had nice shiny golden buttons he had worked hard to keep shiny and clean as per uniform regulations and he then put on his pants and his shoes that he had worked to keep polished and then his badge and the stack of ribbon bars as well as his peaked cap. He bitterly sighed and realized, this was as normal as he could get, it was funny how a uniform could cover up how much damage inside of him that William Lewis had caused to his mind, and yet there was so much he couldn't cover up regardless. 

He stood at the Six-Six precinct and sighed inwardly as he cursed himself 

"Get a fucking move on Reagan, the whole goddamn precinct needs you, they have been working with Captain Murphy for the past two weeks you pathetic pussy!"

He started moving out of the car as he inwardly encouraged himself 

"That's it, you're doing it, good job, just open two doors, ignore the stares and yell at the detectives to get back to work if necessary and then go to your nice cushy office. Just a few more st-"

When he opened the door, everyone was staring at him as if Sonny Burnett had just strode in their precinct instead of the precinct in Miami and had surrendered himself here, minus the guns being pointed at Danny's head. Well fucking shit, and what was worse was that his throat at that moment decided to freeze up and his voice box refused to obey him at that moment. He was completely stunned at all the eyeballs staring at him and it fucking unnerved him at that moment as he tried a sassy 

"Morning Ladies and gents. Happy Monday? What? All the criminals were suddenly just caught just like that?"

They all had the sense to look contrite and they went back to doing their work as Danny went to his office, gasping for air for what seemed like an eternity, his juice ad suddenly run out and he was so raring to clock out ASAP. He was grateful for the fact that he had the sense to shut the door behind him as he sighed and went into the routine of doing paperwork and burying himself in more work and supervisory duties since he was more of a supervisor than a detective nowadays and that meant he needed to go to therapy and it was safe to say that he didn't welcome that idea at all, as if spilling his guts to a random stranger was his idea of fucking healing, yeah fucking no. He sighed and grumbled some more when Police Chief Dodds slammed down a piece of paper containing the date, time and the location as well as the directions to the office. He silently hoped to all the gods that somehow, the lady who ran the counseling service would forget, but no, somehow on his cellphone, two weeks later, a reminder to show up to the appointment popped up on his phone and he cursed. He was doing a godawful lot of cursing and he couldn't have cared less about the cursing, he had read somewhere that people who curse more are more honest than those who don't. Danny thought he had hit rock bottom in terms of shitty weeks and shitty days, he was dead wrong because soon Manning called him and said 

"Hope you're ready to testify Danny, we've started jury selection a hell of a lot sooner than we anticipated. Sounds like having friends in high places helps I guess."

Danny couldn't help but note a trace of envy in Manning's voice. He couldn't stop himself from shooting back

"Oh and having a dad who is a legendary quarterback isn't 'having friends in high places' My mom has no influence over the criminal justice system, you get that straight through your mind, you hear?" 

He angrily hung up afterwards cursing in Hebrew.