It's been five years, and they're still friends and still having sex and still pranking Viv and taking bets on when Sam and Jack will just stop fighting the whole 'we're complete professionals who aren't madly in love with each other' and just get together already.
Worked pretty well for them.
Martin still counts Danny's freckles, and Danny is still obsessed with getting his hands into Martin's hair. They share a totally new apartment that neither had lived in before they became a "them", and there's a bed that was brand-new when they bought it to go with the apartment.
They still find missing people, and on the nights they don't find them or don't find them alive, they curl up against each other in bed or on the couch and remind themselves that they've been found by each other.
They spend most nights in, working on files or watching TV, or making out on the couch like the teenagers they haven't been in ages. They fell off the edge the other night, and Danny had Viv teasing him for days about the black eye he got. Martin had just grinned and kissed his eye when they went to get lunch. "Was it worth it?"
Danny had smiled back. "Every time."
It's been five years, and now they're in tuxedos in Vermont with Jack and Sam and Viv and a whole group of people who've come to cheer them on and hug them when they finally say the words.
"I do."
"I do."
And when they kiss, everyone cheers. And when they stop kissing and look at each other with big goofy smiles, everyone 'awws'. And when Sam finally gives in and kisses Jack, and Viv grumbles and hands over twenty bucks to Danny, the day feels complete.
They're just them.
And they're happy.
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