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Have some new chapters of Missing and Measures of Insanity.
Danny was frustrated. Standing outside the room where Vivian and Sam were talking to one of the witnesses.
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 6
Danny was frustrated. Standing outside the room where Vivian and Sam were talking to one of the witnesses.
Jack had barred him from participating, shooting him a look that spoke deeply of disappointment and Danny hated that he’d done something that Jack didn’t agree with but Martin was his life and Martin’s family was his family.
Just because he’d been barred from the room didn’t mean that he couldn’t watch the proceedings though, hand pressed against the cool glass and he flinched as the woman, Desiree Cavanaugh spoke quietly of seeing an older man hitting Martin with a baseball bat.
Of seeing him pressing a gun to Martin’s head and pulling Martin to his feet and shoving him as they’d walked away.
Danny wanted to scream at her because why hadn’t she done anything? Why hadn’t she screamed and called for help and done something.
By the time they’d finally arrived at the station, there’d been three witnesses instead of two.
Three witnesses that had seen Martin get knocked down and then kidnapped.
And none of them had done anything at all to help him.
The only saving grace for this third one seemed to be that she’d followed; she’d gotten a description of the van that had driven off with Martin inside, as well as the license plate number.
Vivian had already sent someone chasing after that information and Danny held his breath because with luck he’d be able to bring Martin home soon.
And then he could kiss him and coddle him and have Martin swearing at him for treating him as if he was glass.
He could introduce Martin to his real family and he wondered where Victor Fitzgerald had disappeared to. He would have thought that the other man would have been right in the thick of things.
Especially since he’d finally located the lost son that he’d been searching so many years for.
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Victor splashed cold water on his face and tried not to look at his reflection in the mirror. Movements almost robotic.
His son, his only son was alive and well and even if he wasn’t particularly safe at the moment he knew that this team would do everything in their power to make it so.
Danny Taylor would do everything in his power to make it so.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head.
“Don’t even think about interfering with their relationship,” Jack’s harsh voice from behind him and his eyes snapped open to see the reflection of the other man in the mirror.
“He’s my son,” Victor said softly.
“And he can’t be your son if he’s gay, if he has a male lover?”
“He can be whatever he wants to be.”
“Don’t interfere in their relationship,” Jack reiterated sharply. “Martin won’t thank you, and Danny might actually kill you if you try to keep them apart.”
“He loves him,” Victor murmured. “I know that, I saw that when he talked about his Martin before I even knew that his Martin was my son.”
“So let them be.”
Victor nodded once, not agreeing or disagreeing. He would have no choice he knew, his little boy was a grown man now, had a life and family of his own.
He stared down at his hands, they were gripping the sink tightly and he wanted to rail at the unfairness of this all, to have finally found his son only to have said son vanish before he even got a chance to hold him once more.
He drew a deep breath, and then another one. His wife was on her way. His daughter flying in with her husband and two small children. He hadn’t told either of them anything besides the bare facts.
He’d found information about Martin, possibly located him. That was all… mostly because he thought if he told them he’d found Martin that they would never see him again.
He hoped before they arrived to have Martin back and if that meant with Danny Taylor standing tall and proud by his side he guessed he would have to learn to deal with it.
They all would.
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Martin stared at the ceiling, there were water spots there and he’d counted them at first and then tried to figure out what they resembled.
Abstract paintings mostly, although there was one near the corner that looked like a lopsided palm tree and one by the door that looked like a bunny if he squinted and tilted his head to the left.
“Martin?” a young voice down by his hip, Peter had curled up in a ball by his legs and he was a warm steady presence.
He wasn’t Danny though and he would scare the boy by falling asleep and screaming them awake. The kid was already traumatized enough, though when they got out of there Martin could give him the name of several good therapists.
Therapy hadn’t worked for him but it might not be the same for Peter. Besides the fact that he was bound and determined to return Peter to his family while Martin had been afforded that luxury.
He’d still had wonderful parents though, they must be worried sick and he hated to think about how insane Danny must be at that very moment.
They talked twice a day under normal circumstances. Sometimes more but always at least twice. They hadn’t even managed one call the day that he’d been grabbed unless he counted the fact that they’d talked on phone for almost four hours and it had been about 2 am when they’d hung up finally.
He rested a hand on Peter’s head and felt the boy relax.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly, keeping his voice soft. The food was still where the man had left it, he peered at that bottle of water and wondered if it was safe enough to drink.
He was thirsty, knew Peter had to be as well. Finally he lifted one arm and snagged it, studying the seal around the cap.
It hadn’t been broken but Martin had seen enough crime show dramas to know that there were ways to tamper with things without breaking the seals.
A small needle inserted into the plastic for one thing and he tilted the bottle back and forth trying to see if anything spilled out.
Peter watched him curiously from down by his hip and Martin bit his lip.
“Thirsty,” the boy declared.
Martin nodded and finally just gave into whatever fate had in store for them, twisting the bottle cap. He felt the seal break and he offered up a silent prayer that the water would be just that, water.
He took a sip of the water; it tasted like normal bottled water. Luke warm from sitting out in the room and he finally offered it to Peter who scrambled to his knees leaning against Martin’s stomach as he wrapped greedy hands around it.
“Not so fast,” Martin cautioned as the boy tilted it up. He tried to be careful Martin saw, but he was four and thirsty and scared and water dribbled down his chin. He finally stopped when the bottle was half empty and offered it back to Martin shyly.
“It’s okay,” Martin shook his head and gestured for him to finish. Peter shook his head and held the bottle out to him a mulish expression on his face that Martin had seen on his face in pictures when he been a child.
“I’m a big boy,” Peter said proudly. “I have to share and be good.”
Martin smiled gently and took the bottle from him, “You are a very big boy,” he agreed. “And you’ve been very good and very brave. Your mommy and daddy will be very proud of you.”
Peter grinned at him, bright white teeth shining and he curled up against Martins’ hip again, eyes warm and trusting as he watched him.
Martin tilted the bottle back and drained the rest of it, leaning slightly to place the empty bottle on the floor and hoped that he hadn’t just poisoned them both.
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Danny was tapping a pen against the conference room table. Sam sat next to him silent, Vivian was at the white board updating what information they had managed to glean from the three witnesses that had come forward.
The details of the van, the license plate number and finally the DMV photo of the man that the vehicle was registered to.
Andrew Jacoby.
In the middle of the table, spread out between Danny and Sam was Andrew Jacoby’s list of priors.
Danny had stopped reading when every next word he’d read made him want to smash his fist through something hard and unforgiving.
Martin stared back at him from the whiteboard, a shy smile on his face. He hated having his picture taken. Right next to him was the picture of Peter Renfer and Danny closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face harshly.
Sam leaned over to him, a comforting hand on his arm.
“He’ll be okay,” she said softly, reassuringly. Danny opened his eyes and wanted to ask her how she knew, how she be sure.
“We found the van,” Jack waved at them from the entrance of the bullpen, a patrol officer standing slightly behind him.
Danny closed his eyes again and prayed that Martin was alright, and that he could just hold on for a little bit longer.
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Have some new chapters of Missing and Measures of Insanity.
Danny was frustrated. Standing outside the room where Vivian and Sam were talking to one of the witnesses.
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 |
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 6
Danny was frustrated. Standing outside the room where Vivian and Sam were talking to one of the witnesses.
Jack had barred him from participating, shooting him a look that spoke deeply of disappointment and Danny hated that he’d done something that Jack didn’t agree with but Martin was his life and Martin’s family was his family.
Just because he’d been barred from the room didn’t mean that he couldn’t watch the proceedings though, hand pressed against the cool glass and he flinched as the woman, Desiree Cavanaugh spoke quietly of seeing an older man hitting Martin with a baseball bat.
Of seeing him pressing a gun to Martin’s head and pulling Martin to his feet and shoving him as they’d walked away.
Danny wanted to scream at her because why hadn’t she done anything? Why hadn’t she screamed and called for help and done something.
By the time they’d finally arrived at the station, there’d been three witnesses instead of two.
Three witnesses that had seen Martin get knocked down and then kidnapped.
And none of them had done anything at all to help him.
The only saving grace for this third one seemed to be that she’d followed; she’d gotten a description of the van that had driven off with Martin inside, as well as the license plate number.
Vivian had already sent someone chasing after that information and Danny held his breath because with luck he’d be able to bring Martin home soon.
And then he could kiss him and coddle him and have Martin swearing at him for treating him as if he was glass.
He could introduce Martin to his real family and he wondered where Victor Fitzgerald had disappeared to. He would have thought that the other man would have been right in the thick of things.
Especially since he’d finally located the lost son that he’d been searching so many years for.
Victor splashed cold water on his face and tried not to look at his reflection in the mirror. Movements almost robotic.
His son, his only son was alive and well and even if he wasn’t particularly safe at the moment he knew that this team would do everything in their power to make it so.
Danny Taylor would do everything in his power to make it so.
He closed his eyes and bowed his head.
“Don’t even think about interfering with their relationship,” Jack’s harsh voice from behind him and his eyes snapped open to see the reflection of the other man in the mirror.
“He’s my son,” Victor said softly.
“And he can’t be your son if he’s gay, if he has a male lover?”
“He can be whatever he wants to be.”
“Don’t interfere in their relationship,” Jack reiterated sharply. “Martin won’t thank you, and Danny might actually kill you if you try to keep them apart.”
“He loves him,” Victor murmured. “I know that, I saw that when he talked about his Martin before I even knew that his Martin was my son.”
“So let them be.”
Victor nodded once, not agreeing or disagreeing. He would have no choice he knew, his little boy was a grown man now, had a life and family of his own.
He stared down at his hands, they were gripping the sink tightly and he wanted to rail at the unfairness of this all, to have finally found his son only to have said son vanish before he even got a chance to hold him once more.
He drew a deep breath, and then another one. His wife was on her way. His daughter flying in with her husband and two small children. He hadn’t told either of them anything besides the bare facts.
He’d found information about Martin, possibly located him. That was all… mostly because he thought if he told them he’d found Martin that they would never see him again.
He hoped before they arrived to have Martin back and if that meant with Danny Taylor standing tall and proud by his side he guessed he would have to learn to deal with it.
They all would.
Martin stared at the ceiling, there were water spots there and he’d counted them at first and then tried to figure out what they resembled.
Abstract paintings mostly, although there was one near the corner that looked like a lopsided palm tree and one by the door that looked like a bunny if he squinted and tilted his head to the left.
“Martin?” a young voice down by his hip, Peter had curled up in a ball by his legs and he was a warm steady presence.
He wasn’t Danny though and he would scare the boy by falling asleep and screaming them awake. The kid was already traumatized enough, though when they got out of there Martin could give him the name of several good therapists.
Therapy hadn’t worked for him but it might not be the same for Peter. Besides the fact that he was bound and determined to return Peter to his family while Martin had been afforded that luxury.
He’d still had wonderful parents though, they must be worried sick and he hated to think about how insane Danny must be at that very moment.
They talked twice a day under normal circumstances. Sometimes more but always at least twice. They hadn’t even managed one call the day that he’d been grabbed unless he counted the fact that they’d talked on phone for almost four hours and it had been about 2 am when they’d hung up finally.
He rested a hand on Peter’s head and felt the boy relax.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly, keeping his voice soft. The food was still where the man had left it, he peered at that bottle of water and wondered if it was safe enough to drink.
He was thirsty, knew Peter had to be as well. Finally he lifted one arm and snagged it, studying the seal around the cap.
It hadn’t been broken but Martin had seen enough crime show dramas to know that there were ways to tamper with things without breaking the seals.
A small needle inserted into the plastic for one thing and he tilted the bottle back and forth trying to see if anything spilled out.
Peter watched him curiously from down by his hip and Martin bit his lip.
“Thirsty,” the boy declared.
Martin nodded and finally just gave into whatever fate had in store for them, twisting the bottle cap. He felt the seal break and he offered up a silent prayer that the water would be just that, water.
He took a sip of the water; it tasted like normal bottled water. Luke warm from sitting out in the room and he finally offered it to Peter who scrambled to his knees leaning against Martin’s stomach as he wrapped greedy hands around it.
“Not so fast,” Martin cautioned as the boy tilted it up. He tried to be careful Martin saw, but he was four and thirsty and scared and water dribbled down his chin. He finally stopped when the bottle was half empty and offered it back to Martin shyly.
“It’s okay,” Martin shook his head and gestured for him to finish. Peter shook his head and held the bottle out to him a mulish expression on his face that Martin had seen on his face in pictures when he been a child.
“I’m a big boy,” Peter said proudly. “I have to share and be good.”
Martin smiled gently and took the bottle from him, “You are a very big boy,” he agreed. “And you’ve been very good and very brave. Your mommy and daddy will be very proud of you.”
Peter grinned at him, bright white teeth shining and he curled up against Martins’ hip again, eyes warm and trusting as he watched him.
Martin tilted the bottle back and drained the rest of it, leaning slightly to place the empty bottle on the floor and hoped that he hadn’t just poisoned them both.
Danny was tapping a pen against the conference room table. Sam sat next to him silent, Vivian was at the white board updating what information they had managed to glean from the three witnesses that had come forward.
The details of the van, the license plate number and finally the DMV photo of the man that the vehicle was registered to.
Andrew Jacoby.
In the middle of the table, spread out between Danny and Sam was Andrew Jacoby’s list of priors.
Danny had stopped reading when every next word he’d read made him want to smash his fist through something hard and unforgiving.
Martin stared back at him from the whiteboard, a shy smile on his face. He hated having his picture taken. Right next to him was the picture of Peter Renfer and Danny closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face harshly.
Sam leaned over to him, a comforting hand on his arm.
“He’ll be okay,” she said softly, reassuringly. Danny opened his eyes and wanted to ask her how she knew, how she be sure.
“We found the van,” Jack waved at them from the entrance of the bullpen, a patrol officer standing slightly behind him.
Danny closed his eyes again and prayed that Martin was alright, and that he could just hold on for a little bit longer.
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Date: 2005-12-13 04:18 am (UTC)And WHAT a chapter it was. Awesome writing, and I can't wait to see what you have in store for us next.