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Martin’s cell phone either wasn’t working or he didn’t have it with him and Danny thought it possible that he was going a little crazy.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 5
Martin’s cell phone either wasn’t working or he didn’t have it with him and Danny thought it possible that he was going a little crazy.
When this was all over he was having some sort of homing beacon implanted directly into Martin’s body. It might piss Martin off but Danny knew that he would sleep better at night and he was pretty sure that he could get both Victor’s buy-in as Martin’s biological father and the Scott’s as his adoptive parents.
He steadily pushed the numbers again, the steadiness of his fingers belying the clamoring of his heart, he dialed them all out just in case something had happened to the programming on his phone and he’d not been calling Martin for the last six hours after all.
Beside him Jack flipped through a file of case notes, looking slightly bored. In the front seat Victor was staring sightlessly out the window as they were driven to the Scott’s residence.
There’d been a report of someone being attacked on one of the trails that Danny knew Martin liked to run. Two eyewitnesses waiting to speak to them as soon as they were finished interrogating the Martin’s parents.
One of them knew Martin, had gone to school with him and she’d been able to identify him from pictures supplied.
Danny was trying not to allow himself to think about anything to closely. The thought of Martin missing, gone, possibly taken again by force this time by the same man that had snatched Peter Renfer would only serve to get him thrown off this assignment.
By all rights Jack should have done just that, should have requested that Danny stay back in New York where Sam and Vivian were researching, looking for any impossible connection that linked Martin to Peter Renfer.
Danny could have told them that it was all a wild goose chase. There was no connection, the man they were dealing with was very obviously insane and there didn’t need to be a connection between them. Danny would have absolutely no problem, he thought, pulling the trigger when they came face to face with this menace from Martin’s past.
The only reason he wasn’t back in New York was because Jack knew, had to have known, because Danny had been extremely vocal about the fact that if Jack tossed him from the case he would be on the first commercial flight to Washington to find Martin himself.
And wouldn’t that embarrass the F.B.I. all to hell.
“Anything?” Jack asked idly, Victor turned slightly in his seat.
Danny shook his head and refused to let his frustration show, drew a deep breath and another and tried to not focus on the ball of fear knotting in his stomach.
There would be years and years of therapy needed to get through this when it was over he was sure, for both Martin and for himself.
“When we get him back I’m implanting him with a homing signal of some sort,” Danny muttered.
Victor smiled softly. “I’ll supply you with it.”
“And I’ll lend you the dozen men that it’ll take to hold Martin down in order for it to be implanted,” Jack said wryly.
Danny frowned, because yeah Martin would probably not agree with that outright.
But Danny could be sneaky when he wanted to be and if it meant doing it when Martin was unconscious than he wasn’t above doing that to achieve his chosen goal.
To keep Martin safe.
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Danny had met Jackie and Paul Scott numerous times before, he considered them family. He had his own stocking at Christmas and Paul had started making hints about Danny making Martin an honest man.
That first Christmas he’d spent with them Martin had been all apprehensive nervousness and jitters for days leading up to it. Even as they’d walked up to the house Martin’s hand had been sweating within his and Danny had been half a breath away from telling Martin that it was okay, that they didn’t need to tell them.
But Jackie had opened the door laughing and happy to have Martin there, she’d hugged Martin and hugged him and whispered in his ear that she would kill him if he hurt her baby.
Paul had been standoffish for about thirty seconds before he’d ruffled Martin’s hair causing him to blush and Danny to laugh then he’d shook his hand and smiled warmly and just like that he’d been part of their family.
Loved because Martin loved him.
Wanted because Martin wanted him.
He’d been as close to adopted by the two as he could be without actually signing paperwork and having to change his name.
He’d never seen them like this, every other time had been warm smiles and open arms. Now Jackie was pale and looked as if she’d just moments prior stopped crying and was two words from starting again.
Paul looked as if he was mere seconds away from punching a hole through a wall, from the looks of his knuckles Danny thought he might have done just that at some point before they’d arrived.
If Danny had met him under this guise first he was almost positive Paul wouldn’t have been shaking his hand.
Knocking him on his ass, yes. He definitely wouldn’t have been welcoming him into their home. Welcoming him to their family.
Jackie rushed to him as soon as she saw him.
“Danny,” hands clutching at his desperately, eyes begging him to tell her that everything was okay, that it was all just a misunderstanding.
And he wished he could.
But he couldn’t.
Jack was the only one of them who was calm. Of course that didn’t surprise him much, Danny had always thought Jack at the very least part robot. Nothing seemed to affect him, not like Danny who thought if his heart raced any more that he might have to have someone take him to the hospital.
Martin missing, and Victor was eyeing Jackie and Paul as if he was envisioning them in orange jumpsuits and behind thick metal bars. He’d already determined that they were guilty, Danny was sure nothing they said was going to change his mind.
“Jackie,” Danny squeezed her hands, met Paul’s eyes over her shoulder as he drew her into a tight hug.
“Tell me this is some elaborate April Fool’s joke that you and Martin have been planning,” she begged him. Her voice was near hysterical and Danny wondered if he should have Jack call an ambulance, or their family physician.
“I’m so sorry,” he closed his eyes and let her hug him back. Knew that this was totally outside procedure and that Jack was almost certain to reprimand him once they left.
But this was his family, his ‘in-laws’ as Martin jokingly called them and he was going to offer as much moral support as he could without telling Jack and Victor to back off and leave them the fuck alone… thus getting himself fired and forcing him to look for a new job.
Because Victor had every right to have his questions answered. If he was right Martin was his blood, the son stolen from him years prior.
The son that was missing once more.
“Danny maybe you’d better step outside while we talk with Mr. and Mrs. Scott,” Jack said touching his shoulder gently. A small measure of support that hopefully Victor didn’t see.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Danny pulled away from Jackie, eyes meeting hers and he was gratified to see some small measure of approval there. When they got Martin back maybe he wouldn’t have to find some way to salvage his broken family after all.
He’d gotten used to having a family, he didn’t want to lose it.
“Danny,” Jack was obviously not pleased with his statement and Danny turned to face him.
“Jack… Martin’s missing and if I’m not here as an investigating agent then I’m going to be here as Martin’s partner and support his family,” Danny stated decisively, arm around Jackie’s shoulder and Paul’s hand came up to rest on his shoulder.
A picture of solidarity against the forces of evil that were now that Missing Person’s Unit that Danny had devoted a large portion of the last few years to.
Jack shook his head but after a shared look with Victor didn’t say anything.
“Why don’t we all sit down,” Victor said, sighing with resignation.
Danny led Jackie to the sofa, sitting right next to her mulishly glaring at Jack and daring him to say a word. Paul sat on the other side of him and Jack just shook his head.
“I don’t know what this is about,” Jackie said softly, voice tearful and scared. “Martin was just going out for a run, he should have been back hours ago. And then policemen show up at our door and tell us that we can’t leave and we can’t talk to anyone and we don’t know what’s going on here,” she sounded bewildered and Danny wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Victor sat heavily in the chair across from him, Jack remained standing and Victor withdrew a file from his briefcase. Opening it to remove a picture and placing it gently on the coffee table facing them.
Jackie gasped and Paul stiffened and Danny closed his eyes again at the sight of Martin’s familiar features.
Victor’s voice was low and harsh when he spoke, the pain of missing his son for thirty years etched into every word that he spoke.
“Now I have some questions about my son.”
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Martin winced as he woke, his entire body ached. Like that one time he’d foolishly thought he could outplay Danny on the basketball court.
Danny had wiped the floor with him but at least he’d given him a backrub and cuddled with him after Martin had collapsed in agony on their bed.
Possibly he’d slipped him some pain relievers in with the soup he’d made him but Martin couldn’t prove that and Danny had always denied it.
There was no warm body behind him now indicating Danny was anywhere in the vicinity and memory flooded back with no warning.
He jerked and made to sit up, not getting very far as it seemed one arm was secured by handcuffs to the bed frame.
“Okay?” A young boy’s voice spoke, innocent and sweet and Martin swung his head searching for the location, then finally looked down.
A boy, no more then four sat on the floor beside the metal bed he was secured to.
“Hi,” Martin said breathlessly. What the hell?! “What are you doing here?”
The little boys face crumpled and Martin’s eyes widened because he couldn’t handle kids even when he was a kid.
“The bad man took me and I cried and screamed and mommy never came,” the boy cried, tears streaming down his face and Martin leaned over and touched his head. Ruffled his hair like his father used to.
“It’s going to be okay,” Martin murmured, the boy stared at him in disbelief, tears still streaming unchecked down his face. And yeah Martin hadn’t really believed that either.
“What’s your name?” he asked because he didn’t hold out hope for rescue in the immediate future. Danny was still in New York and it would take hours for him to get to Washington and that was even if they were still in that state.
The boy eyed him carefully, as if he was remembering endless lectures of ‘don’t talk to strangers’, ‘never tell a stranger your name’ and ‘for gods sake don’t take candy from people you don’t know Martin.’
Or maybe that was only his childhood he was remembering.
“Peter Renfer. I’m four,” the boy held up five fingers.
Martin smiled wanly. “Hi Peter, I’m Martin.”
“Take me home?”
He tugged on the cuffs securing him to the bed discreetly, wincing at the pain in his chest. It was possible he had some internal injuries and he was really hoping against hope that he was wrong and the asshole that had hit him with a baseball bat was in no way, shape or form related to him.
“Oh good you’re up,” the voice echoed through the room and Peter climbed up onto the bed hiding rather ineffectually behind Martin’s legs.
Martin blinked and squinted as bright lights flooded the room.
“It’s about time, I thought you were going to sleep forever,” the voice was jovial and its owner entered the room holding a tray in his hands.
“You woke just in time for dinner; I should have known that the smell of food would wake you up.”
“It was the pain actually,” Martin muttered.
He sat the tray on a small table that Martin hadn’t noticed at the head of the cot and smiled down at them. Martin thought it quite possible that this guy was absolutely insane.
“Peter?” he held out his hand to the boy which Peter eyed distrustfully and didn’t touch.
“Its dinner time Peter,” the smile on that face seemed to fade into something else and Peter shrank back even further behind Martin which he hadn’t thought possible seeing as how there was a wall there but whatever.
“Not hungry,” Peter announced, Martin glanced down at him with a bit of surprise. Because he’d thought kids were always hungry. Not that he had a lot of experience (or any) with them, but still. Popular media always showed them eating, normally things that were totally unhealthy for them but sometimes other stuff as well.
“Peter,” the smile dropped totally off the face and there was the face of the man that had hit Martin when he was a child and hit him again when he was an adult with a large wooden object. Martin wanted to toss his food in his face and kick him in the balls.
“I’m not,” Peter insisted. “Makes me sleepy.”
Martin eyed the food suspiciously. Sleepy equaled drugged, which equaled no escape if they were kept comatose.
“I think we’ll skip dinner for tonight,” Martin said stiffly. “One meal won’t hurt us.”
The man scowled, his features pinched and mean looking and finally he swept out of the room. Leaving the tray where it was, Martin listened carefully and heard the clicking sound of a lock being engaged on the door.
Peter curled up against Martin’s legs, arms around his knees and staring at him silently.
“Home now?”
Martin reached down with one hand and touched his head softly.
“Soon, I promise.”
And hoped that he could actually accomplish it.
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Martin’s cell phone either wasn’t working or he didn’t have it with him and Danny thought it possible that he was going a little crazy.
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RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Martin, Danny and the rest do not belong to me, although I would definitely treat them better than their actual owners do. I also make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Missing – Part 5
Martin’s cell phone either wasn’t working or he didn’t have it with him and Danny thought it possible that he was going a little crazy.
When this was all over he was having some sort of homing beacon implanted directly into Martin’s body. It might piss Martin off but Danny knew that he would sleep better at night and he was pretty sure that he could get both Victor’s buy-in as Martin’s biological father and the Scott’s as his adoptive parents.
He steadily pushed the numbers again, the steadiness of his fingers belying the clamoring of his heart, he dialed them all out just in case something had happened to the programming on his phone and he’d not been calling Martin for the last six hours after all.
Beside him Jack flipped through a file of case notes, looking slightly bored. In the front seat Victor was staring sightlessly out the window as they were driven to the Scott’s residence.
There’d been a report of someone being attacked on one of the trails that Danny knew Martin liked to run. Two eyewitnesses waiting to speak to them as soon as they were finished interrogating the Martin’s parents.
One of them knew Martin, had gone to school with him and she’d been able to identify him from pictures supplied.
Danny was trying not to allow himself to think about anything to closely. The thought of Martin missing, gone, possibly taken again by force this time by the same man that had snatched Peter Renfer would only serve to get him thrown off this assignment.
By all rights Jack should have done just that, should have requested that Danny stay back in New York where Sam and Vivian were researching, looking for any impossible connection that linked Martin to Peter Renfer.
Danny could have told them that it was all a wild goose chase. There was no connection, the man they were dealing with was very obviously insane and there didn’t need to be a connection between them. Danny would have absolutely no problem, he thought, pulling the trigger when they came face to face with this menace from Martin’s past.
The only reason he wasn’t back in New York was because Jack knew, had to have known, because Danny had been extremely vocal about the fact that if Jack tossed him from the case he would be on the first commercial flight to Washington to find Martin himself.
And wouldn’t that embarrass the F.B.I. all to hell.
“Anything?” Jack asked idly, Victor turned slightly in his seat.
Danny shook his head and refused to let his frustration show, drew a deep breath and another and tried to not focus on the ball of fear knotting in his stomach.
There would be years and years of therapy needed to get through this when it was over he was sure, for both Martin and for himself.
“When we get him back I’m implanting him with a homing signal of some sort,” Danny muttered.
Victor smiled softly. “I’ll supply you with it.”
“And I’ll lend you the dozen men that it’ll take to hold Martin down in order for it to be implanted,” Jack said wryly.
Danny frowned, because yeah Martin would probably not agree with that outright.
But Danny could be sneaky when he wanted to be and if it meant doing it when Martin was unconscious than he wasn’t above doing that to achieve his chosen goal.
To keep Martin safe.
Danny had met Jackie and Paul Scott numerous times before, he considered them family. He had his own stocking at Christmas and Paul had started making hints about Danny making Martin an honest man.
That first Christmas he’d spent with them Martin had been all apprehensive nervousness and jitters for days leading up to it. Even as they’d walked up to the house Martin’s hand had been sweating within his and Danny had been half a breath away from telling Martin that it was okay, that they didn’t need to tell them.
But Jackie had opened the door laughing and happy to have Martin there, she’d hugged Martin and hugged him and whispered in his ear that she would kill him if he hurt her baby.
Paul had been standoffish for about thirty seconds before he’d ruffled Martin’s hair causing him to blush and Danny to laugh then he’d shook his hand and smiled warmly and just like that he’d been part of their family.
Loved because Martin loved him.
Wanted because Martin wanted him.
He’d been as close to adopted by the two as he could be without actually signing paperwork and having to change his name.
He’d never seen them like this, every other time had been warm smiles and open arms. Now Jackie was pale and looked as if she’d just moments prior stopped crying and was two words from starting again.
Paul looked as if he was mere seconds away from punching a hole through a wall, from the looks of his knuckles Danny thought he might have done just that at some point before they’d arrived.
If Danny had met him under this guise first he was almost positive Paul wouldn’t have been shaking his hand.
Knocking him on his ass, yes. He definitely wouldn’t have been welcoming him into their home. Welcoming him to their family.
Jackie rushed to him as soon as she saw him.
“Danny,” hands clutching at his desperately, eyes begging him to tell her that everything was okay, that it was all just a misunderstanding.
And he wished he could.
But he couldn’t.
Jack was the only one of them who was calm. Of course that didn’t surprise him much, Danny had always thought Jack at the very least part robot. Nothing seemed to affect him, not like Danny who thought if his heart raced any more that he might have to have someone take him to the hospital.
Martin missing, and Victor was eyeing Jackie and Paul as if he was envisioning them in orange jumpsuits and behind thick metal bars. He’d already determined that they were guilty, Danny was sure nothing they said was going to change his mind.
“Jackie,” Danny squeezed her hands, met Paul’s eyes over her shoulder as he drew her into a tight hug.
“Tell me this is some elaborate April Fool’s joke that you and Martin have been planning,” she begged him. Her voice was near hysterical and Danny wondered if he should have Jack call an ambulance, or their family physician.
“I’m so sorry,” he closed his eyes and let her hug him back. Knew that this was totally outside procedure and that Jack was almost certain to reprimand him once they left.
But this was his family, his ‘in-laws’ as Martin jokingly called them and he was going to offer as much moral support as he could without telling Jack and Victor to back off and leave them the fuck alone… thus getting himself fired and forcing him to look for a new job.
Because Victor had every right to have his questions answered. If he was right Martin was his blood, the son stolen from him years prior.
The son that was missing once more.
“Danny maybe you’d better step outside while we talk with Mr. and Mrs. Scott,” Jack said touching his shoulder gently. A small measure of support that hopefully Victor didn’t see.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Danny pulled away from Jackie, eyes meeting hers and he was gratified to see some small measure of approval there. When they got Martin back maybe he wouldn’t have to find some way to salvage his broken family after all.
He’d gotten used to having a family, he didn’t want to lose it.
“Danny,” Jack was obviously not pleased with his statement and Danny turned to face him.
“Jack… Martin’s missing and if I’m not here as an investigating agent then I’m going to be here as Martin’s partner and support his family,” Danny stated decisively, arm around Jackie’s shoulder and Paul’s hand came up to rest on his shoulder.
A picture of solidarity against the forces of evil that were now that Missing Person’s Unit that Danny had devoted a large portion of the last few years to.
Jack shook his head but after a shared look with Victor didn’t say anything.
“Why don’t we all sit down,” Victor said, sighing with resignation.
Danny led Jackie to the sofa, sitting right next to her mulishly glaring at Jack and daring him to say a word. Paul sat on the other side of him and Jack just shook his head.
“I don’t know what this is about,” Jackie said softly, voice tearful and scared. “Martin was just going out for a run, he should have been back hours ago. And then policemen show up at our door and tell us that we can’t leave and we can’t talk to anyone and we don’t know what’s going on here,” she sounded bewildered and Danny wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
Victor sat heavily in the chair across from him, Jack remained standing and Victor withdrew a file from his briefcase. Opening it to remove a picture and placing it gently on the coffee table facing them.
Jackie gasped and Paul stiffened and Danny closed his eyes again at the sight of Martin’s familiar features.
Victor’s voice was low and harsh when he spoke, the pain of missing his son for thirty years etched into every word that he spoke.
“Now I have some questions about my son.”
Martin winced as he woke, his entire body ached. Like that one time he’d foolishly thought he could outplay Danny on the basketball court.
Danny had wiped the floor with him but at least he’d given him a backrub and cuddled with him after Martin had collapsed in agony on their bed.
Possibly he’d slipped him some pain relievers in with the soup he’d made him but Martin couldn’t prove that and Danny had always denied it.
There was no warm body behind him now indicating Danny was anywhere in the vicinity and memory flooded back with no warning.
He jerked and made to sit up, not getting very far as it seemed one arm was secured by handcuffs to the bed frame.
“Okay?” A young boy’s voice spoke, innocent and sweet and Martin swung his head searching for the location, then finally looked down.
A boy, no more then four sat on the floor beside the metal bed he was secured to.
“Hi,” Martin said breathlessly. What the hell?! “What are you doing here?”
The little boys face crumpled and Martin’s eyes widened because he couldn’t handle kids even when he was a kid.
“The bad man took me and I cried and screamed and mommy never came,” the boy cried, tears streaming down his face and Martin leaned over and touched his head. Ruffled his hair like his father used to.
“It’s going to be okay,” Martin murmured, the boy stared at him in disbelief, tears still streaming unchecked down his face. And yeah Martin hadn’t really believed that either.
“What’s your name?” he asked because he didn’t hold out hope for rescue in the immediate future. Danny was still in New York and it would take hours for him to get to Washington and that was even if they were still in that state.
The boy eyed him carefully, as if he was remembering endless lectures of ‘don’t talk to strangers’, ‘never tell a stranger your name’ and ‘for gods sake don’t take candy from people you don’t know Martin.’
Or maybe that was only his childhood he was remembering.
“Peter Renfer. I’m four,” the boy held up five fingers.
Martin smiled wanly. “Hi Peter, I’m Martin.”
“Take me home?”
He tugged on the cuffs securing him to the bed discreetly, wincing at the pain in his chest. It was possible he had some internal injuries and he was really hoping against hope that he was wrong and the asshole that had hit him with a baseball bat was in no way, shape or form related to him.
“Oh good you’re up,” the voice echoed through the room and Peter climbed up onto the bed hiding rather ineffectually behind Martin’s legs.
Martin blinked and squinted as bright lights flooded the room.
“It’s about time, I thought you were going to sleep forever,” the voice was jovial and its owner entered the room holding a tray in his hands.
“You woke just in time for dinner; I should have known that the smell of food would wake you up.”
“It was the pain actually,” Martin muttered.
He sat the tray on a small table that Martin hadn’t noticed at the head of the cot and smiled down at them. Martin thought it quite possible that this guy was absolutely insane.
“Peter?” he held out his hand to the boy which Peter eyed distrustfully and didn’t touch.
“Its dinner time Peter,” the smile on that face seemed to fade into something else and Peter shrank back even further behind Martin which he hadn’t thought possible seeing as how there was a wall there but whatever.
“Not hungry,” Peter announced, Martin glanced down at him with a bit of surprise. Because he’d thought kids were always hungry. Not that he had a lot of experience (or any) with them, but still. Popular media always showed them eating, normally things that were totally unhealthy for them but sometimes other stuff as well.
“Peter,” the smile dropped totally off the face and there was the face of the man that had hit Martin when he was a child and hit him again when he was an adult with a large wooden object. Martin wanted to toss his food in his face and kick him in the balls.
“I’m not,” Peter insisted. “Makes me sleepy.”
Martin eyed the food suspiciously. Sleepy equaled drugged, which equaled no escape if they were kept comatose.
“I think we’ll skip dinner for tonight,” Martin said stiffly. “One meal won’t hurt us.”
The man scowled, his features pinched and mean looking and finally he swept out of the room. Leaving the tray where it was, Martin listened carefully and heard the clicking sound of a lock being engaged on the door.
Peter curled up against Martin’s legs, arms around his knees and staring at him silently.
“Home now?”
Martin reached down with one hand and touched his head softly.
“Soon, I promise.”
And hoped that he could actually accomplish it.
