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Martin’s been kidnapped, the price of his release? The truth about Fitzgerald family secrets that have been kept since before he was born.
SERIES: At First Glance
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.
Family Secrets – Part 1
It was a warm and sunny Wednesday the day that Martin disappeared. Danny didn’t think any of that was important besides the fact that Martin had disappeared.
Martin had disappeared and Danny hadn’t even been the first person to notice. He blamed it on the lack of caffeine, which was Martin’s fault because it had been his turn to pick up the coffee on his way in.
It had started as a normal day. The sound of Martin in the shower had woken him, it was still dark out and Danny hadn’t heard the alarm. He never heard the alarm and normally Martin would have kicked him at least once on his way out of bed and woken him that way.
Martin didn’t have a lot of grace at five in the morning.
He’d snuck into the shower with him, Martin smiling sleepily at him and humming as Danny lathered him up and then stood, arms wrapped around each other, under the spray of hot water with him rinsing off.
Martin liked to cuddle in the shower, Danny didn’t know why.
They’d dried off, and Danny had pulled on jeans and the t-shirt that he’d been wearing the night before to make the journey back to his apartment. Some day Martin would let him keep clothes at his place, of course some day Victor Fitzgerald would be dead and Martin wouldn’t be so uptight.
He’d received an absent-minded kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass as he’d left reminding Martin on his way out the door to pick up coffee on his way in.
Truth be told Danny had noticed the lack of coffee more than he’d noticed the lack of Martin.
Which was why it was Vivian that had been the first to notice that it was after nine and Martin hadn’t yet appeared.
“Where’s Martin?” Vivian glanced around the table and Danny shrugged when he realized that her gaze, as well as Jack and Sam’s were lingering on him longer than should be normal.
“It was his turn to stop for coffee this morning,” Danny mumbled, he masked his scowl in the cup in his hand. When Martin hadn’t arrived with Styrofoam cup in hand he’d had to resort to the vending machines and the swill those dished out couldn’t really be considered coffee. It was more like sludge he decided, and probably a hazardous substance on top of that.
“Maybe someone should call his cell phone?” Sam suggested and Danny frowned at her.
Jack nodded at her and then eyed Danny with an expression that stated that he was wondering what was taking Danny so long to do that.
Which led Danny to wonder if Jack knew about them, which then led him to wonder how bad a heart attack Martin would have when he found out that Jack knew about them.
He pushed himself from the table and perched on the corner of his desk. Punching in the number he knew by heart and if he’d been using his cell phone it would have been memory number 1.
He could feel eyes on him even as he studiously ignored them and heard Jack continue their briefing.
The phone rang and Danny waited.
Jack was just looking for a reason to get rid of Martin, which kind of pissed Danny off to some degree considering that Jack and Sam weren’t even together. Sam was dating some guy down in the archive room and Jack was… alone.
And Martin was with him.
The phone rang and rang and on the fifth ring Danny felt a sliver of fear, discomfort, something wasn’t right… Martin picked up on the second ring and that was only if he couldn’t get to the phone by the first.
He never let it ring long enough to go to voice mail, which was what was currently happening.
The electronic voice inviting him to leave a message and a number and Danny knew that he was sheet white because he’d turned around when it went to voice mail and everyone was staring at him now.
Jack reaching for a phone, eyes glued to Danny’s face waiting for something. For what Danny wasn’t sure.
He was silent at the beep, and he knew Martin would be pissed if he didn’t leave a message because he hated hang ups and Danny had listened to him rant about them before.
And he’d say something soon, something like ‘Martin this is Danny where the hell is my coffee?’
But he didn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything, he didn’t feel Vivian’s hand gentle on his arm, taking the phone from him, didn’t hear Jack order Sam to call hospitals.
He couldn’t hear anything but the hammering of his heart in his chest and he couldn’t feel anything but worry flooding him as he hoped that Martin had collapsed at Starbucks and someone had taken him to the hospital and they had just not gotten around to calling them yet.
Somehow he didn’t think it would be that simple.
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It was dark and quiet and the tiny room that might have actually been a closet smelled like someone’s sewer had overflowed directly into the room. Or like the kitty litter box hadn’t been changed in about a decade.
Martin didn’t know this of course, he didn’t know anything.
He didn’t know that his arms were handcuffed to the bed and that his legs were bound together at the ankles and knees with duct tape.
He’d fought back of course, he had cuts on his chest and arms that were slowly oozing blood through the crisp white shirt that he put on just that morning.
He had bruises on his face and a knot on the back of his head and if he’d been conscious and aware he would have been in pain and totally pissed off.
And he would have realized that the woman that had approached him three days prior claiming to know his mother had been in line behind him at Starbucks.
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They heard Victor Fitzgerald long before he actually appeared in their office area.
His voice had a booming sort of resonance, so even though he wasn’t yelling (yet, wait until he finds out you’re fucking his son) everyone within a block radius could probably hear him.
He’d seen Victor before of course. He had a habit of popping in and out of their office; solely Martin had assured him once, to drive him insane.
Martin where the fuck are you?
Vivian had set a cup of the good coffee, the one hidden in Jack’s office that they weren’t supposed to know about, in front of him.
He hadn’t drunk it, he could only stare at it as he wondered if Sam had managed to call every hospital yet and wondered what the hell he was going to say to Victor Fitzgerald.
He certainly wasn’t going to say anything about his relationship with his son. Unless Victor brought it up first.
Vivian squeezed his shoulder as Victor stormed past, his own agents hurrying after him, Jack with an unreadable expression on his face moving along in their wake. By the time Jack had motioned for the rest of them to join them Victor had settled and looked impatient at their slowness.
Sam sat in the chair beside him and Danny had to bite his tongue to keep from telling her that was Martin’s chair.
“Martin’s missing,” Jack stated and his voice was so matter of fact that Danny’s eyes widened and he struggled to continue breathing. “A ransom demand was received this morning by his mother.”
“Ransom,” he heard someone say in a sickly voice, realized it was his own and hoped that nobody else heard it. He’d been doing this for years why did his voice sound like that?
“How much?” Vivian cutting directly to the point. Her eyes moved anxiously to Danny, before sliding over to Victor who Danny was glad to admit, didn’t look any better than he thought he might at this point. Martin would probably be gratified to hear that it appeared his father did actually care about him.
“His kidnappers aren’t requesting money,” Victor said slowly and Danny wanted to tell him to hurry the hell up and tell them what the demand was so they could do it and get Martin back.
“What are they requesting then?” Sam asked just as slowly in return.
“The truth over who killed his mother.”
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Martin’s been kidnapped, the price of his release? The truth about Fitzgerald family secrets that have been kept since before he was born.
SERIES: At First Glance
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.
Family Secrets – Part 1
It was a warm and sunny Wednesday the day that Martin disappeared. Danny didn’t think any of that was important besides the fact that Martin had disappeared.
Martin had disappeared and Danny hadn’t even been the first person to notice. He blamed it on the lack of caffeine, which was Martin’s fault because it had been his turn to pick up the coffee on his way in.
It had started as a normal day. The sound of Martin in the shower had woken him, it was still dark out and Danny hadn’t heard the alarm. He never heard the alarm and normally Martin would have kicked him at least once on his way out of bed and woken him that way.
Martin didn’t have a lot of grace at five in the morning.
He’d snuck into the shower with him, Martin smiling sleepily at him and humming as Danny lathered him up and then stood, arms wrapped around each other, under the spray of hot water with him rinsing off.
Martin liked to cuddle in the shower, Danny didn’t know why.
They’d dried off, and Danny had pulled on jeans and the t-shirt that he’d been wearing the night before to make the journey back to his apartment. Some day Martin would let him keep clothes at his place, of course some day Victor Fitzgerald would be dead and Martin wouldn’t be so uptight.
He’d received an absent-minded kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass as he’d left reminding Martin on his way out the door to pick up coffee on his way in.
Truth be told Danny had noticed the lack of coffee more than he’d noticed the lack of Martin.
Which was why it was Vivian that had been the first to notice that it was after nine and Martin hadn’t yet appeared.
“Where’s Martin?” Vivian glanced around the table and Danny shrugged when he realized that her gaze, as well as Jack and Sam’s were lingering on him longer than should be normal.
“It was his turn to stop for coffee this morning,” Danny mumbled, he masked his scowl in the cup in his hand. When Martin hadn’t arrived with Styrofoam cup in hand he’d had to resort to the vending machines and the swill those dished out couldn’t really be considered coffee. It was more like sludge he decided, and probably a hazardous substance on top of that.
“Maybe someone should call his cell phone?” Sam suggested and Danny frowned at her.
Jack nodded at her and then eyed Danny with an expression that stated that he was wondering what was taking Danny so long to do that.
Which led Danny to wonder if Jack knew about them, which then led him to wonder how bad a heart attack Martin would have when he found out that Jack knew about them.
He pushed himself from the table and perched on the corner of his desk. Punching in the number he knew by heart and if he’d been using his cell phone it would have been memory number 1.
He could feel eyes on him even as he studiously ignored them and heard Jack continue their briefing.
The phone rang and Danny waited.
Jack was just looking for a reason to get rid of Martin, which kind of pissed Danny off to some degree considering that Jack and Sam weren’t even together. Sam was dating some guy down in the archive room and Jack was… alone.
And Martin was with him.
The phone rang and rang and on the fifth ring Danny felt a sliver of fear, discomfort, something wasn’t right… Martin picked up on the second ring and that was only if he couldn’t get to the phone by the first.
He never let it ring long enough to go to voice mail, which was what was currently happening.
The electronic voice inviting him to leave a message and a number and Danny knew that he was sheet white because he’d turned around when it went to voice mail and everyone was staring at him now.
Jack reaching for a phone, eyes glued to Danny’s face waiting for something. For what Danny wasn’t sure.
He was silent at the beep, and he knew Martin would be pissed if he didn’t leave a message because he hated hang ups and Danny had listened to him rant about them before.
And he’d say something soon, something like ‘Martin this is Danny where the hell is my coffee?’
But he didn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything, he didn’t feel Vivian’s hand gentle on his arm, taking the phone from him, didn’t hear Jack order Sam to call hospitals.
He couldn’t hear anything but the hammering of his heart in his chest and he couldn’t feel anything but worry flooding him as he hoped that Martin had collapsed at Starbucks and someone had taken him to the hospital and they had just not gotten around to calling them yet.
Somehow he didn’t think it would be that simple.
It was dark and quiet and the tiny room that might have actually been a closet smelled like someone’s sewer had overflowed directly into the room. Or like the kitty litter box hadn’t been changed in about a decade.
Martin didn’t know this of course, he didn’t know anything.
He didn’t know that his arms were handcuffed to the bed and that his legs were bound together at the ankles and knees with duct tape.
He’d fought back of course, he had cuts on his chest and arms that were slowly oozing blood through the crisp white shirt that he put on just that morning.
He had bruises on his face and a knot on the back of his head and if he’d been conscious and aware he would have been in pain and totally pissed off.
And he would have realized that the woman that had approached him three days prior claiming to know his mother had been in line behind him at Starbucks.
They heard Victor Fitzgerald long before he actually appeared in their office area.
His voice had a booming sort of resonance, so even though he wasn’t yelling (yet, wait until he finds out you’re fucking his son) everyone within a block radius could probably hear him.
He’d seen Victor before of course. He had a habit of popping in and out of their office; solely Martin had assured him once, to drive him insane.
Martin where the fuck are you?
Vivian had set a cup of the good coffee, the one hidden in Jack’s office that they weren’t supposed to know about, in front of him.
He hadn’t drunk it, he could only stare at it as he wondered if Sam had managed to call every hospital yet and wondered what the hell he was going to say to Victor Fitzgerald.
He certainly wasn’t going to say anything about his relationship with his son. Unless Victor brought it up first.
Vivian squeezed his shoulder as Victor stormed past, his own agents hurrying after him, Jack with an unreadable expression on his face moving along in their wake. By the time Jack had motioned for the rest of them to join them Victor had settled and looked impatient at their slowness.
Sam sat in the chair beside him and Danny had to bite his tongue to keep from telling her that was Martin’s chair.
“Martin’s missing,” Jack stated and his voice was so matter of fact that Danny’s eyes widened and he struggled to continue breathing. “A ransom demand was received this morning by his mother.”
“Ransom,” he heard someone say in a sickly voice, realized it was his own and hoped that nobody else heard it. He’d been doing this for years why did his voice sound like that?
“How much?” Vivian cutting directly to the point. Her eyes moved anxiously to Danny, before sliding over to Victor who Danny was glad to admit, didn’t look any better than he thought he might at this point. Martin would probably be gratified to hear that it appeared his father did actually care about him.
“His kidnappers aren’t requesting money,” Victor said slowly and Danny wanted to tell him to hurry the hell up and tell them what the demand was so they could do it and get Martin back.
“What are they requesting then?” Sam asked just as slowly in return.
“The truth over who killed his mother.”
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