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laniew1 The van was the only vehicle in the parking lot of an abandoned, run down warehouse.
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 7
The van was the only vehicle in the parking lot of an abandoned, run down warehouse.
Danny shivered, cold for no reason suddenly as he wondered if this was where Riley Freemont had been keeping Martin and Peter.
It wasn’t much to look at, no power to the building, windows broken from age and kids playing ball in the parking lot.
“Danny I think you should stay in the car,” Jack said quietly. Danny shook his head, didn’t trust his voice to actually work.
They’d managed to force Victor to stay behind, he’d been waiting for his wife and daughter to arrive and he’d still fought it. Danny had as well, because they’d wanted him to sit in a nice, comfortable office while they got Martin back and he wanted no part of that.
He wanted to be the first thing that Martin saw when they came through the door and he knew that Jack was breaking rule after rule to allow him to be there.
Sam was already outside the car, blonde hair gleaming in the sun. Beside her Vivian had a walkie talkie in hand and was speaking to a couple of the local bureau agents.
Danny reached a hand for the door handle and was gratified that it didn’t shake as he pushed it open. He could hear Jack’s long suffering sigh as he too exited the car. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and he turned slightly, a nod from Jack and a squeeze on the shoulder and Jack walked away.
Jack had always said that he was no good at this part of things, the supportive, caring boss-type figure.
Danny thought he might be wrong about that, he squared his shoulders and walked over to where Sam and Vivian were still huddled together talking.
And made sure that they had him on the first entrance team.
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Martin had managed to fall asleep, he wasn’t sure how and he really hoped that the water hadn’t been drugged after all.
He didn’t think it had been because Peter had drank more than he had and the boy was wide awake, head resting on his hip. He’d started out with his head resting on Martin’s stomach and Martin had almost tossed him off the bed in pain.
It was possible that there was internal bleeding, maybe a few broken ribs.
Danny was going to be pissed. So were his parents.
A faint popping noise woke him and Peter jerked beside him, sitting up suddenly as Martin himself scrambled to his knees. Cursing at the handcuff that kept one hand bound, he managed to contort himself enough to push Peter behind him.
More popping noises and it took Martin a second to realize that it was gunfire.
Actual gunfire and he hoped that whoever was shooting was someone that they wanted to see and not someone else who was going to drag them further from their family’s and loved ones.
“Martin?” Peter’s voice sounded tiny and scared behind him, little hands twisting in the back of his t-shirt. Warm, muffled puffs of air told Martin that Peter was burying his face against Martin’s back.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, reached behind him with the arm he could actually move and awkwardly pressed a hand against Peter’s small, shaking frame. “It’s going to be okay.”
And he hoped he wasn’t lying.
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Riley Freemont on his knees, hands cuffed behind his backs and Danny had never wanted to punch or shoot someone in his entire life.
The bastard was laughing at them.
Just laughing, because they’d searched the building from end to end and had found no sign of either Martin or Peter and now he knew he was going to go insane.
He thought of Jackie and Paul sitting beside a phone waiting for someone to call and tell them that their son was okay.
He thought of Victor and his wife and daughter, waiting at the police station for someone to tell them that the hell that they’d lived in for over 30 years was over and that the child that had been stolen from them had been found.
“Where are they?” Jack was hissing, hovering beside the man and Danny straightened slightly. He’d never heard Jack sound like that before, never heard him sound like he was two seconds and a twitch away from just ending someone’s life.
Riley Freemont obviously heard the same thing, his laughter died and he stared at Jack like he had no clue what was going on. His eyes flitted around the room and Danny’s followed the same paths.
The agents and cops were all studiously looking the other way, Sam was actually studying her fingernails and Vivian was staring at the radio in her hand like it could answer all of life’s mysteries.
“Where are they?” a soft almost inaudible click and there was a jerk from the agent standing next to Danny.
They didn’t mind the ‘fear of god’ tactic.
Because honestly watching someone practice intimidation was better, in most of their minds, then going back to the station and telling Victor Fitzgerald that they had not located his son and they were really sorry, and could he please not fire them?
Obviously fear of Victor Fitzgerald only extended so far though and they were going to have to draw the line at actual violence being perpetuated on the suspect, because badges and careers had been ruined over less.
Freemont swallowed heavily, face pale and Danny’s hands clenched.
“It’s just a boy, and an accountant. They’re not even important,” he whined.
“The accountant, the not important one, you say,” Jack grinned, a truly scary grin and Freemont cast around for help. “His father grew up to be the Deputy Director of the F.B.I. You might see parole over his dead body.”
Freemont blanched, visibly shaking on the ground. “There’s a door, hidden in the third room on the left behind a book case. They’re in there.” Jack stood easily, waved his hands and two agents came forward, yanking him none to gently to his feet. “I didn’t hurt them, not after I got them here. I didn’t lay a finger on either one of them.”
Danny growled and would have gone after him with raised fists if Jack hadn’t latched onto one arm and pulled him away. Freemont had hurt Martin enough before he ever got him to this place and Danny hoped at this point to just find him relatively in one piece.
“Sam make sure the ambulance is standing by,” Jack called out, he dropped Danny’s arm as Danny stepped ahead of him. Third room on the left and there was the book case.
He didn’t even pause, one of the agents that Victor had supplied stepping up beside him as they muscled the bookcase out of the way. Letting it fall on the ground the others stepping around it and there was a metal door. Three padlocks on it and Danny growled again in frustration.
He could hear Jack behind him ordering someone to find cutters of some sort to get them off and he wondered if he was desperate enough to rip them off.
Sam came running in with a ring of keys, obviously found when they’d patted Freemont down and Danny knew his own limitations. Knew his hands were shaking just a bit to much to actually work any of them so he stood aside as Sam flipped through the ring.
One lock down, then the second and Sam went through all the keys twice before the third finally clicked open and fell away.
She stepped back and he yanked the door open, squinting in the darkness and he could hear heavy breathing in the room, a flashlight was shoved into his hand and he stepped into the room, shining the light in an arc.
Bright eyes glittering at him and he took a step forward, then another. Martin’s face staring at him, as he moved closer and closer. Moving slowly in the dark and he could hear Jack yelling for lights and other un-important things as he walked towards Martin.
He flashed the light down and saw one of Martin’s arms handcuffed to the bed, the other twisted behind his back and then he was in front of him.
His hands were still shaking, the light was wobbling back and forth and later Martin would probably, maybe, laugh at him for being scared for him. But at the moment he reached out with a shaking hand and cupped Martin’s face and tried to be manly and stoic because Sam and Vivian would never let him live it down if he cried.
“Danny,” Martin’s voice was shaky, and there was pain in it and Danny swallowed his fear and noticed that the arm Martin had twisted behind his back was actually his way of protecting someone.
A little face peered at him from around Martin’s body and Danny recognized the face as one whose picture was right at that moment tacked up next to Martin’s on a whiteboard.
“Who’s this little guy?” he asked even though he already knew the answer, keeping his voice light and unthreatening. Peter grinned at him warily and Martin leaned forward, resting his forehead against Danny’s chest and Danny allowed an arm to wrap around his shoulders and hoped no one noticed the kiss he pressed to the top of Martin’s head.
“I’m Peter,” a sweet little voice answered him. There was wetness against his shirt and he hoped it was Martin crying and not Martin bleeding from a head wound that he hadn’t noticed.
“I’m four,” Peter smiled at him, held up five fingers and giggled.
There was movement behind him and lights suddenly blaring to life in the room, Martin didn’t move, but Peter blinked rapidly taking in all the people moving around.
Paramedics with stretchers and Jack moving to stand beside Danny.
Someone snapped the chain on the cuffs around Martin’s wrist and Martin moved enough to wrap that arm around Danny’s waist. The other still holding onto Peter behind him.
“Are you going to take us home now?” Peter asked brightly.
Danny nodded.
“Yeah we’re going to take you home now,” he murmured. Paramedics tried to take charge of Peter but he fought them, clinging to Martin until Martin finally looked up.
He’d been crying, cheeks wet and Danny’s heart clenched. Martin didn’t cry. He hated to cry, said it gave him headache.
He moved away from Danny, though he kept his hand still resting on Danny’s waist and stared down into Peter’s now tear-stained face.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. He ruffled Peter’s hair. “You’re going to be a big boy right? You’re going to let Sam and Vivian go with you to the hospital…” Peter screwed up his face in an expression that said he was going to fight this with every breath in his four year old body and Martin smiled gently, understanding on his face. “How about if I go with you?”
“Promise?” Peter’s voice trembled and Danny wondered if this was what a four year old Martin had been like when he’d been kidnapped and then rescued. Scared of unseen things and terrified of being alone.
“I promise.”
The paramedics bundled them together onto one stretcher, Danny walking alongside one hand clasped within Martin’s because the moment they’d tried to wheel them away Martin had latched on and he’d been pulled along beside them.
He wondered if everyone would be waiting at the hospital or if he would get a few hours grace to explain to Martin why he suddenly had two families.
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| 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 7
The van was the only vehicle in the parking lot of an abandoned, run down warehouse.
Danny shivered, cold for no reason suddenly as he wondered if this was where Riley Freemont had been keeping Martin and Peter.
It wasn’t much to look at, no power to the building, windows broken from age and kids playing ball in the parking lot.
“Danny I think you should stay in the car,” Jack said quietly. Danny shook his head, didn’t trust his voice to actually work.
They’d managed to force Victor to stay behind, he’d been waiting for his wife and daughter to arrive and he’d still fought it. Danny had as well, because they’d wanted him to sit in a nice, comfortable office while they got Martin back and he wanted no part of that.
He wanted to be the first thing that Martin saw when they came through the door and he knew that Jack was breaking rule after rule to allow him to be there.
Sam was already outside the car, blonde hair gleaming in the sun. Beside her Vivian had a walkie talkie in hand and was speaking to a couple of the local bureau agents.
Danny reached a hand for the door handle and was gratified that it didn’t shake as he pushed it open. He could hear Jack’s long suffering sigh as he too exited the car. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and he turned slightly, a nod from Jack and a squeeze on the shoulder and Jack walked away.
Jack had always said that he was no good at this part of things, the supportive, caring boss-type figure.
Danny thought he might be wrong about that, he squared his shoulders and walked over to where Sam and Vivian were still huddled together talking.
And made sure that they had him on the first entrance team.
Martin had managed to fall asleep, he wasn’t sure how and he really hoped that the water hadn’t been drugged after all.
He didn’t think it had been because Peter had drank more than he had and the boy was wide awake, head resting on his hip. He’d started out with his head resting on Martin’s stomach and Martin had almost tossed him off the bed in pain.
It was possible that there was internal bleeding, maybe a few broken ribs.
Danny was going to be pissed. So were his parents.
A faint popping noise woke him and Peter jerked beside him, sitting up suddenly as Martin himself scrambled to his knees. Cursing at the handcuff that kept one hand bound, he managed to contort himself enough to push Peter behind him.
More popping noises and it took Martin a second to realize that it was gunfire.
Actual gunfire and he hoped that whoever was shooting was someone that they wanted to see and not someone else who was going to drag them further from their family’s and loved ones.
“Martin?” Peter’s voice sounded tiny and scared behind him, little hands twisting in the back of his t-shirt. Warm, muffled puffs of air told Martin that Peter was burying his face against Martin’s back.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, reached behind him with the arm he could actually move and awkwardly pressed a hand against Peter’s small, shaking frame. “It’s going to be okay.”
And he hoped he wasn’t lying.
Riley Freemont on his knees, hands cuffed behind his backs and Danny had never wanted to punch or shoot someone in his entire life.
The bastard was laughing at them.
Just laughing, because they’d searched the building from end to end and had found no sign of either Martin or Peter and now he knew he was going to go insane.
He thought of Jackie and Paul sitting beside a phone waiting for someone to call and tell them that their son was okay.
He thought of Victor and his wife and daughter, waiting at the police station for someone to tell them that the hell that they’d lived in for over 30 years was over and that the child that had been stolen from them had been found.
“Where are they?” Jack was hissing, hovering beside the man and Danny straightened slightly. He’d never heard Jack sound like that before, never heard him sound like he was two seconds and a twitch away from just ending someone’s life.
Riley Freemont obviously heard the same thing, his laughter died and he stared at Jack like he had no clue what was going on. His eyes flitted around the room and Danny’s followed the same paths.
The agents and cops were all studiously looking the other way, Sam was actually studying her fingernails and Vivian was staring at the radio in her hand like it could answer all of life’s mysteries.
“Where are they?” a soft almost inaudible click and there was a jerk from the agent standing next to Danny.
They didn’t mind the ‘fear of god’ tactic.
Because honestly watching someone practice intimidation was better, in most of their minds, then going back to the station and telling Victor Fitzgerald that they had not located his son and they were really sorry, and could he please not fire them?
Obviously fear of Victor Fitzgerald only extended so far though and they were going to have to draw the line at actual violence being perpetuated on the suspect, because badges and careers had been ruined over less.
Freemont swallowed heavily, face pale and Danny’s hands clenched.
“It’s just a boy, and an accountant. They’re not even important,” he whined.
“The accountant, the not important one, you say,” Jack grinned, a truly scary grin and Freemont cast around for help. “His father grew up to be the Deputy Director of the F.B.I. You might see parole over his dead body.”
Freemont blanched, visibly shaking on the ground. “There’s a door, hidden in the third room on the left behind a book case. They’re in there.” Jack stood easily, waved his hands and two agents came forward, yanking him none to gently to his feet. “I didn’t hurt them, not after I got them here. I didn’t lay a finger on either one of them.”
Danny growled and would have gone after him with raised fists if Jack hadn’t latched onto one arm and pulled him away. Freemont had hurt Martin enough before he ever got him to this place and Danny hoped at this point to just find him relatively in one piece.
“Sam make sure the ambulance is standing by,” Jack called out, he dropped Danny’s arm as Danny stepped ahead of him. Third room on the left and there was the book case.
He didn’t even pause, one of the agents that Victor had supplied stepping up beside him as they muscled the bookcase out of the way. Letting it fall on the ground the others stepping around it and there was a metal door. Three padlocks on it and Danny growled again in frustration.
He could hear Jack behind him ordering someone to find cutters of some sort to get them off and he wondered if he was desperate enough to rip them off.
Sam came running in with a ring of keys, obviously found when they’d patted Freemont down and Danny knew his own limitations. Knew his hands were shaking just a bit to much to actually work any of them so he stood aside as Sam flipped through the ring.
One lock down, then the second and Sam went through all the keys twice before the third finally clicked open and fell away.
She stepped back and he yanked the door open, squinting in the darkness and he could hear heavy breathing in the room, a flashlight was shoved into his hand and he stepped into the room, shining the light in an arc.
Bright eyes glittering at him and he took a step forward, then another. Martin’s face staring at him, as he moved closer and closer. Moving slowly in the dark and he could hear Jack yelling for lights and other un-important things as he walked towards Martin.
He flashed the light down and saw one of Martin’s arms handcuffed to the bed, the other twisted behind his back and then he was in front of him.
His hands were still shaking, the light was wobbling back and forth and later Martin would probably, maybe, laugh at him for being scared for him. But at the moment he reached out with a shaking hand and cupped Martin’s face and tried to be manly and stoic because Sam and Vivian would never let him live it down if he cried.
“Danny,” Martin’s voice was shaky, and there was pain in it and Danny swallowed his fear and noticed that the arm Martin had twisted behind his back was actually his way of protecting someone.
A little face peered at him from around Martin’s body and Danny recognized the face as one whose picture was right at that moment tacked up next to Martin’s on a whiteboard.
“Who’s this little guy?” he asked even though he already knew the answer, keeping his voice light and unthreatening. Peter grinned at him warily and Martin leaned forward, resting his forehead against Danny’s chest and Danny allowed an arm to wrap around his shoulders and hoped no one noticed the kiss he pressed to the top of Martin’s head.
“I’m Peter,” a sweet little voice answered him. There was wetness against his shirt and he hoped it was Martin crying and not Martin bleeding from a head wound that he hadn’t noticed.
“I’m four,” Peter smiled at him, held up five fingers and giggled.
There was movement behind him and lights suddenly blaring to life in the room, Martin didn’t move, but Peter blinked rapidly taking in all the people moving around.
Paramedics with stretchers and Jack moving to stand beside Danny.
Someone snapped the chain on the cuffs around Martin’s wrist and Martin moved enough to wrap that arm around Danny’s waist. The other still holding onto Peter behind him.
“Are you going to take us home now?” Peter asked brightly.
Danny nodded.
“Yeah we’re going to take you home now,” he murmured. Paramedics tried to take charge of Peter but he fought them, clinging to Martin until Martin finally looked up.
He’d been crying, cheeks wet and Danny’s heart clenched. Martin didn’t cry. He hated to cry, said it gave him headache.
He moved away from Danny, though he kept his hand still resting on Danny’s waist and stared down into Peter’s now tear-stained face.
“It’s okay,” he soothed. He ruffled Peter’s hair. “You’re going to be a big boy right? You’re going to let Sam and Vivian go with you to the hospital…” Peter screwed up his face in an expression that said he was going to fight this with every breath in his four year old body and Martin smiled gently, understanding on his face. “How about if I go with you?”
“Promise?” Peter’s voice trembled and Danny wondered if this was what a four year old Martin had been like when he’d been kidnapped and then rescued. Scared of unseen things and terrified of being alone.
“I promise.”
The paramedics bundled them together onto one stretcher, Danny walking alongside one hand clasped within Martin’s because the moment they’d tried to wheel them away Martin had latched on and he’d been pulled along beside them.
He wondered if everyone would be waiting at the hospital or if he would get a few hours grace to explain to Martin why he suddenly had two families.
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THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
Date: 2005-12-20 01:12 am (UTC)Have I mentioned I adore this story??? I can't wait to see how Martin reacts to Danny when he finds out what has all been going on.
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Date: 2005-12-20 01:21 am (UTC)So much love.
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Date: 2005-12-20 02:51 am (UTC)PS. Whoops, I totally forgot to say this: Lovely chapter. Thank you. ^_^
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Date: 2006-01-11 11:46 am (UTC)More soon?