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laniew1Note: Martin is driving me insane, I'm going to call this entire story one long rough draft and be done with it. After it is completed I will go back and clean up the inconsistencies and then I'll post the final draft to Pretty FBI Boys.
Danny sat across from Victor Fitzgerald and didn’t fidget. He wanted to, he wanted to ask the man why he had commandeered Jack’s office, why he’d pulled Danny into it, closed the door and then not said anything to him.
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 3
Danny sat across from Victor Fitzgerald and didn’t fidget. He wanted to, he wanted to ask the man why he had commandeered Jack’s office, why he’d pulled Danny into it, closed the door and then not said anything to him.
Part of the not saying anything thing might have been because he had his sons file and the Renfer file sitting side by side and seemed to be comparing them.
Line for line, word for word.
“They were both taken from a park,” Victor’s voice was softer than Danny had expected. Maybe it was because this was a piece of his son that he was looking at, the one and only possibility to either find him or bring his killer/kidnapper to justice.
“Yes sir.”
“Though parks in different cities, the MO remains similar. Martin was with his nanny and the Renfer boy was being watched by a young babysitter. No parents around, busy area… very easy for the someone that you pay to care for your children to lose sight of them momentarily.”
Danny nodded, Victor still hadn’t looked up and he wondered if possibly Victor was just talking to himself, musing over the facts of the case while he got them straight in his head.
“They were both four,” Victor looked up and Danny almost winced at the pain in those dark eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Victor Fitzgerald look anything but stoic and sort of mean.
“Yes sir,” Danny said softly.
“Just children,” Victor stared at him, eyes seeming to bore through him into the wall behind him. Like he was seeing something other than Danny sitting in the chair. “Children that young should be with their mothers.”
Danny didn’t agree or disagree. He wasn’t sure what the appropriate thing to say would be in this instance.
Because none of those manner books that Martin periodically recited to him had anything that he could remember on how to deal with a still grieving father that hadn’t managed to let go of his possibly dead son even after thirty years had passed.
“Do you have children Agent Taylor?”
“No sir.”
“A wife, a girlfriend, a lover?” Danny narrowed his eyes because he had never hid what he was so he wasn’t about to begin now even if it felt like Victor Fitzgerald was testing him.
“I have a partner,” Victor’s eyes widened imperceptibly, Danny hadn’t thought it possible that there was anyone that worked for the FBI that hadn’t known that he was in a relationship with a man, it had caused a huge hullabaloo when he’d declared Martin his emergency contact and forced the issue enough with his medical coverage to ensure that Martin would be covered if something (god forbid) should happen.
“How would you feel if he went missing?”
“I’d probably go insane, and then do everything within my power to find him.”
“Multiply that by 1,000,000, that’s how I felt when my only son didn’t come home from a park that he visited every single day.”
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Martin woke to a warm hand brushing across his forehead. He could hear the low murmur of the television still playing. Could faintly smell the hand lotion that his mother always wore without fail.
“I thought you weren’t coming for another few days,” his mother smiled down at him. Expression warm and loving and he had never had any doubt that his mother loved him endlessly.
That’s what mothers did, wasn’t it? Love their children. Devoted their time and energy and themselves to making sure they grew up healthy and happy and most of all strong.
“Where’s dad?” he glanced at his watch, he’d slept less than an hour. It would tide him over until he could wrap himself up in the sweats of Danny’s that he’d appropriated for this visit.
“He’ll be home shortly, I’ll call and tell him to pick something up for dinner,” she rubbed at the lines on his forehead. Like her gentle touch could dissolve them and make him the carefree child that he’d never been.
“Italian?”
She laughed softly and Martin smiled, relaxing even though he hadn’t thought he’d been tense. “I’ll have him stop at Papa Sicily’s.”
When she walked out of the room Martin sat up, the blanket falling into a pile on the couch beside him. He stretched and stood.
Fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.
He could hear his mothers low voice, either talking to his father or leaving a message with his fathers secretary.
He walked slowly to the stairs, his room was on the second floor.
His parents room right next to his, if his mother’d had a choice she would probably have slept in his room with him.
The two seconds that it had taken her to get to him when he’d had his nightmares had been to long in her mind he was sure.
He’d had horrible nightmares as a child.
Nightmares of a man hitting him, of that same man screaming at him to shut up.
He had nightmares of biting that same man on the arm and fleeing as fast as his little legs would carry him, ending up in the middle of a street, with car horns honking at him and Martin had been almost twelve before he could even cross the intersection at 15th and Colonial without breaking out into a cold sweat.
He’d always known that his parents weren’t actually his parents, but they’d loved him and supported him and had held him while he cried and made sure he got whatever help he needed and would accept and that’s what parents did.
He’d never told Danny that. Never told him that he was adopted, that from the way his nightmares played out it seemed his biological parent had been as abusive as Martin suspected that Danny’s had been.
He couldn’t remember his real mother, sometimes when he managed to sleep he thought he could see her, could smell her.
But then when he woke that fleeting memory vanished and he could no longer access it.
He thought she might be dead, that the father that had hit him and yelled at him to stop crying, had killed her and the sister that he still thought was a figment of his imagination.
He opened the door to his room slowly, hazy sunlight peeking through the large windows.
It was getting late and he glanced at his watch and wondered if Danny would still be at work or if he would have made it home by now.
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“So what are our next steps?” Jack asked.
Danny tapped his pen against his pad of paper, next to him Sam was on what had to have been her twelfth cup of coffee since Danny had started counting, and she looked as if she was going to bounce of the ceiling if someone so much as sneezed at her.
Danny wasn’t much better, though he’d stopped drinking the coffee when it had taken him two minutes to grab onto his pen to write down his messages.
“There’s a woman at Quantico, Catherine Delvin. She’s done some amazing work with computer enhancement of missing children photos. I’ve already given her a copy of Martin’s,” Danny wondered if he would ever stop flinching when Victor said his sons’ name. “She’ll be here tomorrow morning to show us what she’s come up with.”
“I think we’ve used her software before,” Viv mused. “It takes into account the parents and siblings as well as dominant genetic traits.”
“Yes,” Victor nodded. “She’s also an old family friend. She’s doing this as a personal favor to me.”
The table was silent, Danny’s pen tapping out an erratic rhythm the only sound.
“Until Ms. Devlin arrives then, why don’t we take a break,” Jack said. Victor looked up and opened his mouth as if to disagree then shook his head and obviously changed his mind.
Danny breathed a sigh of relief. He had a feeling that if Victor Fitzgerald had his way they would all be chained to their desks until this case was solved and Peter Renfer and his son were home safe and sound.
Victor finally nodded his head in acquiescence and Danny stood. Shoving a folder that he wanted to look over and grabbing his cellphone from the charger on his desk.
He thumbed it open, noticed that he’d missed one call. Smiling when he realized that it had been Martin, probably calling to tell him that he’d made it to Washington in one piece and that he loved and missed him.
He’d listen to his voice mail when he got home and then he’d call Martin back and if he got really lucky he might be able to convince Martin to go into the bathroom, run some water and engage in phone sex with him.
It had been a number of years since he’d managed to do that.
Martin could be a prude sometimes, especially when he was under his parents roof. Danny had taken it upon himself to totally demolish any and all instances of Martin’s prudishness.
It was his mission in life and sometimes the only enjoyment that he got.
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Martin rolled onto his side, one arm under his head the other laying out in front of him, resting on top of his totally not ringing cellphone.
He could smell Danny all around him, but it still wasn’t helping him fall asleep. He really wanted to talk to Danny. Listen to him tell him mindless things about his day.
‘God damn it, come back here you little sonofabitch.’
He sighed, pulled the quilt around him tighter and wondered how pissed Danny would be when he realized that Martin had taken it with him.
The phone vibrated under his hand and Martin smiled. A quick, happy one and he flipped it open and pressed the buttons and there was Danny.
“You took our quilt with you,” Danny’s voice was accusatory, but not angry. He sounded amused more than anything.
“It smelled like you,” Martin said softly. His parents room was right on the other side of his and they both worked early in the morning and even though Martin was a grown up now he still thought his dad might ground him if he knew how late Martin had been up.
“Hmph,” Danny grumbled. Martin grinned. “I had this grand plan to come home, get naked, wrap myself up in that quilt and then call and convince you to have phone sex with me. Obviously that plan is shot all to hell now.”
“Yes, and not only because my parents are like three feet away and probably awake listening to me talk to you right now.”
“Well I was going to make you go into the bathroom and run a bath to muffle the noise.”
“It’s like three in the morning; don’t you think that would look a little odd?”
“Well you’d have to be the one explaining it to your parents so I kind of wasn’t worrying about that end of it.”
Martin rolled his eyes.
“I love you.”
“Love you too,” Danny sounded amused and happy and carefree. Martin suddenly wished that he was home with every fiber of his being.
“Tell me about your day.”
“Well one of the big bosses is here, came in for this new case that we’re working on. It might be connected to a case from a while ago.”
And there was Danny for you, “Well that was very vague.”
“Well it’s on-going so…”
“Then don’t talk about it,” Martin hadn’t been a pseudo-spouse to an FBI Agent for years without learning a bit of what Danny could talk about and couldn’t talk about when a case was still open. “Tell me something inane and stupid.”
“Sam is probably crawling the walls of her apartment. She had like thirty cups of coffee today. Jack looked like he wanted to cry when the big guy walked in and Viv said that you should have called her before you left. She wants you to bring back cheese?” The last said with a bit of a question and Martin laughed.
“Tell Vivian that I will bring her cheese back with me. I miss you.”
“Then come home, I’ll meet you at the airport, if you take the red-eye you’ll be here by dinner.”
“It’ll only be a couple of days,” Martin promised. “And I’ll call you every one of them.”
“You better. Because if you don’t I’ll be coming out there to drag you home with me and I’m not above using handcuffs and force.”
“I look forward to you explaining that to my parents, it should be amusing.”
“They’d understand, they love me best you know.”
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Danny sat across from Victor Fitzgerald and didn’t fidget. He wanted to, he wanted to ask the man why he had commandeered Jack’s office, why he’d pulled Danny into it, closed the door and then not said anything to him.
| 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 3
Danny sat across from Victor Fitzgerald and didn’t fidget. He wanted to, he wanted to ask the man why he had commandeered Jack’s office, why he’d pulled Danny into it, closed the door and then not said anything to him.
Part of the not saying anything thing might have been because he had his sons file and the Renfer file sitting side by side and seemed to be comparing them.
Line for line, word for word.
“They were both taken from a park,” Victor’s voice was softer than Danny had expected. Maybe it was because this was a piece of his son that he was looking at, the one and only possibility to either find him or bring his killer/kidnapper to justice.
“Yes sir.”
“Though parks in different cities, the MO remains similar. Martin was with his nanny and the Renfer boy was being watched by a young babysitter. No parents around, busy area… very easy for the someone that you pay to care for your children to lose sight of them momentarily.”
Danny nodded, Victor still hadn’t looked up and he wondered if possibly Victor was just talking to himself, musing over the facts of the case while he got them straight in his head.
“They were both four,” Victor looked up and Danny almost winced at the pain in those dark eyes. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Victor Fitzgerald look anything but stoic and sort of mean.
“Yes sir,” Danny said softly.
“Just children,” Victor stared at him, eyes seeming to bore through him into the wall behind him. Like he was seeing something other than Danny sitting in the chair. “Children that young should be with their mothers.”
Danny didn’t agree or disagree. He wasn’t sure what the appropriate thing to say would be in this instance.
Because none of those manner books that Martin periodically recited to him had anything that he could remember on how to deal with a still grieving father that hadn’t managed to let go of his possibly dead son even after thirty years had passed.
“Do you have children Agent Taylor?”
“No sir.”
“A wife, a girlfriend, a lover?” Danny narrowed his eyes because he had never hid what he was so he wasn’t about to begin now even if it felt like Victor Fitzgerald was testing him.
“I have a partner,” Victor’s eyes widened imperceptibly, Danny hadn’t thought it possible that there was anyone that worked for the FBI that hadn’t known that he was in a relationship with a man, it had caused a huge hullabaloo when he’d declared Martin his emergency contact and forced the issue enough with his medical coverage to ensure that Martin would be covered if something (god forbid) should happen.
“How would you feel if he went missing?”
“I’d probably go insane, and then do everything within my power to find him.”
“Multiply that by 1,000,000, that’s how I felt when my only son didn’t come home from a park that he visited every single day.”
Martin woke to a warm hand brushing across his forehead. He could hear the low murmur of the television still playing. Could faintly smell the hand lotion that his mother always wore without fail.
“I thought you weren’t coming for another few days,” his mother smiled down at him. Expression warm and loving and he had never had any doubt that his mother loved him endlessly.
That’s what mothers did, wasn’t it? Love their children. Devoted their time and energy and themselves to making sure they grew up healthy and happy and most of all strong.
“Where’s dad?” he glanced at his watch, he’d slept less than an hour. It would tide him over until he could wrap himself up in the sweats of Danny’s that he’d appropriated for this visit.
“He’ll be home shortly, I’ll call and tell him to pick something up for dinner,” she rubbed at the lines on his forehead. Like her gentle touch could dissolve them and make him the carefree child that he’d never been.
“Italian?”
She laughed softly and Martin smiled, relaxing even though he hadn’t thought he’d been tense. “I’ll have him stop at Papa Sicily’s.”
When she walked out of the room Martin sat up, the blanket falling into a pile on the couch beside him. He stretched and stood.
Fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.
He could hear his mothers low voice, either talking to his father or leaving a message with his fathers secretary.
He walked slowly to the stairs, his room was on the second floor.
His parents room right next to his, if his mother’d had a choice she would probably have slept in his room with him.
The two seconds that it had taken her to get to him when he’d had his nightmares had been to long in her mind he was sure.
He’d had horrible nightmares as a child.
Nightmares of a man hitting him, of that same man screaming at him to shut up.
He had nightmares of biting that same man on the arm and fleeing as fast as his little legs would carry him, ending up in the middle of a street, with car horns honking at him and Martin had been almost twelve before he could even cross the intersection at 15th and Colonial without breaking out into a cold sweat.
He’d always known that his parents weren’t actually his parents, but they’d loved him and supported him and had held him while he cried and made sure he got whatever help he needed and would accept and that’s what parents did.
He’d never told Danny that. Never told him that he was adopted, that from the way his nightmares played out it seemed his biological parent had been as abusive as Martin suspected that Danny’s had been.
He couldn’t remember his real mother, sometimes when he managed to sleep he thought he could see her, could smell her.
But then when he woke that fleeting memory vanished and he could no longer access it.
He thought she might be dead, that the father that had hit him and yelled at him to stop crying, had killed her and the sister that he still thought was a figment of his imagination.
He opened the door to his room slowly, hazy sunlight peeking through the large windows.
It was getting late and he glanced at his watch and wondered if Danny would still be at work or if he would have made it home by now.
“So what are our next steps?” Jack asked.
Danny tapped his pen against his pad of paper, next to him Sam was on what had to have been her twelfth cup of coffee since Danny had started counting, and she looked as if she was going to bounce of the ceiling if someone so much as sneezed at her.
Danny wasn’t much better, though he’d stopped drinking the coffee when it had taken him two minutes to grab onto his pen to write down his messages.
“There’s a woman at Quantico, Catherine Delvin. She’s done some amazing work with computer enhancement of missing children photos. I’ve already given her a copy of Martin’s,” Danny wondered if he would ever stop flinching when Victor said his sons’ name. “She’ll be here tomorrow morning to show us what she’s come up with.”
“I think we’ve used her software before,” Viv mused. “It takes into account the parents and siblings as well as dominant genetic traits.”
“Yes,” Victor nodded. “She’s also an old family friend. She’s doing this as a personal favor to me.”
The table was silent, Danny’s pen tapping out an erratic rhythm the only sound.
“Until Ms. Devlin arrives then, why don’t we take a break,” Jack said. Victor looked up and opened his mouth as if to disagree then shook his head and obviously changed his mind.
Danny breathed a sigh of relief. He had a feeling that if Victor Fitzgerald had his way they would all be chained to their desks until this case was solved and Peter Renfer and his son were home safe and sound.
Victor finally nodded his head in acquiescence and Danny stood. Shoving a folder that he wanted to look over and grabbing his cellphone from the charger on his desk.
He thumbed it open, noticed that he’d missed one call. Smiling when he realized that it had been Martin, probably calling to tell him that he’d made it to Washington in one piece and that he loved and missed him.
He’d listen to his voice mail when he got home and then he’d call Martin back and if he got really lucky he might be able to convince Martin to go into the bathroom, run some water and engage in phone sex with him.
It had been a number of years since he’d managed to do that.
Martin could be a prude sometimes, especially when he was under his parents roof. Danny had taken it upon himself to totally demolish any and all instances of Martin’s prudishness.
It was his mission in life and sometimes the only enjoyment that he got.
Martin rolled onto his side, one arm under his head the other laying out in front of him, resting on top of his totally not ringing cellphone.
He could smell Danny all around him, but it still wasn’t helping him fall asleep. He really wanted to talk to Danny. Listen to him tell him mindless things about his day.
‘God damn it, come back here you little sonofabitch.’
He sighed, pulled the quilt around him tighter and wondered how pissed Danny would be when he realized that Martin had taken it with him.
The phone vibrated under his hand and Martin smiled. A quick, happy one and he flipped it open and pressed the buttons and there was Danny.
“You took our quilt with you,” Danny’s voice was accusatory, but not angry. He sounded amused more than anything.
“It smelled like you,” Martin said softly. His parents room was right on the other side of his and they both worked early in the morning and even though Martin was a grown up now he still thought his dad might ground him if he knew how late Martin had been up.
“Hmph,” Danny grumbled. Martin grinned. “I had this grand plan to come home, get naked, wrap myself up in that quilt and then call and convince you to have phone sex with me. Obviously that plan is shot all to hell now.”
“Yes, and not only because my parents are like three feet away and probably awake listening to me talk to you right now.”
“Well I was going to make you go into the bathroom and run a bath to muffle the noise.”
“It’s like three in the morning; don’t you think that would look a little odd?”
“Well you’d have to be the one explaining it to your parents so I kind of wasn’t worrying about that end of it.”
Martin rolled his eyes.
“I love you.”
“Love you too,” Danny sounded amused and happy and carefree. Martin suddenly wished that he was home with every fiber of his being.
“Tell me about your day.”
“Well one of the big bosses is here, came in for this new case that we’re working on. It might be connected to a case from a while ago.”
And there was Danny for you, “Well that was very vague.”
“Well it’s on-going so…”
“Then don’t talk about it,” Martin hadn’t been a pseudo-spouse to an FBI Agent for years without learning a bit of what Danny could talk about and couldn’t talk about when a case was still open. “Tell me something inane and stupid.”
“Sam is probably crawling the walls of her apartment. She had like thirty cups of coffee today. Jack looked like he wanted to cry when the big guy walked in and Viv said that you should have called her before you left. She wants you to bring back cheese?” The last said with a bit of a question and Martin laughed.
“Tell Vivian that I will bring her cheese back with me. I miss you.”
“Then come home, I’ll meet you at the airport, if you take the red-eye you’ll be here by dinner.”
“It’ll only be a couple of days,” Martin promised. “And I’ll call you every one of them.”
“You better. Because if you don’t I’ll be coming out there to drag you home with me and I’m not above using handcuffs and force.”
“I look forward to you explaining that to my parents, it should be amusing.”
“They’d understand, they love me best you know.”
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Date: 2005-10-25 05:12 pm (UTC)I love how this is unfolding. I love that Martin's dreaming and slowly putting the pieces together. I love that Danny's uncovering his own information and how the two threads create this intricate weave. I love that Martin brought his quilt with him because it smelled like Danny. I love that Martin's 'parents' love Danny. I love that they call each other and that Danny fought to get Martin benefits with the bureau. God, I just love this all around. I seriously want to draw hearts all over it.
::sigh:: So good.
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Date: 2005-10-26 06:16 am (UTC)I can't wait for an update.
And the mystery slowly unfolds...
Date: 2005-10-26 03:02 pm (UTC)