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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 4
Danny rolled his shoulders, twisted his neck and winced at the crack he heard.
He’d slept on the couch; he hated sleeping in the bed by himself. Because if he slept in it, then he reached across it and when his hand didn’t land on Martin’s sleep-warmed body it just served to remind him that he was sleeping alone.
And that meant that it was either tax season or Martin was out of town.
“She’s here,” Sam murmured as she walked past him, taking a seat at the table. Danny pulled his notepad toward him, pen in hand and wheeled his chair over.
Catherine Delvin was about Victor’s age, hair tight in a bun though her face was warm and smiling. Especially as she looked at Victor.
The two were obviously friends of some sort, which kind of surprised Danny. Victor Fitzgerald didn’t seem to be the type of man that would have friends; acquaintances maybe. Enemies definitely.
But friends.
But Catherine Delvin smiled at him, called him Vic absently as she pulled papers from her bag. Vivian took her seat next to Sam, Jack in one on the other side Danny.
“I managed to come up with three composites based on the genetic history that Victor supplied for me. All three composites are similar in composition which should narrow our search down considerably. I had it loaded into the computers in Quantico prior to leaving, it didn’t turn up any hits but they still have a number of databases to go through.”
She laid the pictures out one at a time and next to him Sam jerked in shock. Danny’s eyes widened and Jack’s hand gripped his arm. His chest hurt and he realized that he wasn’t breathing.
“Oh my dear lord,” Vivian crossed herself and Danny wanted to fling himself out of his chair and rip the photos into shreds.
“Martin.”
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Martin had loved his bedroom growing up.
To a young boy it had been the perfect place, the perfect refuge.
His parents had allowed him to hang whatever he wanted on the walls, his mother had handed him the tacks when he’d bought posters and waved his father away when he’d muttered about holes and decreased property value.
He’d had his own record player and his own little 13” TV that he’d got from his parents on his sixteenth birthday in lieu of the car that he’d swore that he didn’t want.
His favorite part about his room though was the fact that when the sun rose it creeped across the floor inch by inch and tickled him awake.
He’d loved that on weekends. Being woke by the sun, feeling it’s warmth against his skin. It made him smile still.
He rolled over, his cell phone lay by his pillow and he stared at the ceiling and grinned. They’d talked for hours, quiet murmurs and they’d both been yawning by the time they’d hung up, ‘I love you’s’ falling from their lips.
Danny would sleep on the couch Martin knew, he hated sleeping in the bed when Martin wasn’t there and he didn’t blame him.
If Danny had been the one taken away from him on business he would have been curled up on the couch under the quilt waiting for him to return.
Of course Martin had the quilt with him and he pulled it to his nose and breathed deeply.
And smiled.
A knock at his door and his mother peaked her head in, he glanced over at the clock on his bedside table.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“I have vacation saved,” Jackie Scott grinned.
“You shouldn’t waste it on me,” Martin shook his head, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He weighed the pros and cons of showering before he ran or waiting until after he got back.
“And who else am I going to waste it on? Your father?”
“You guys should take a vacation together,” Martin smiled; he could make it a Christmas present. His mom had wanted to go back to Italy for years and it would probably be more fun for them then it had been when they were riding herd on a nine-year-old boy prone to hyper activity.
“We would, but I don’t think I could listen to your father complain about how the company is going to fall apart around him without killing him and you would probably be very upset if I had to go to jail for that.”
“Justifiable homicide mom,” Martin said solemnly. “You would totally have me on your side, besides I love you best.”
“I heard that,” Paul Scott leaned in the doorway a smile on his face. He glanced at his watch. “If you want to run before it gets to much warmer you should go now, either that or you can wait until tonight.”
Martin pushed back his covers, hands lingering on the quilt.
“I’m going now, you want to come with?” he asked his dad.
“I’ll get all the exercise I need when I kick your butt on the racquetball court later.”
“Jeez dad, someone would think you were competitive or something.”
“I have to be thankful that I can still beat you at something, couple more years and you’d have to push me out in a wheelchair.”
“And you’d insist on a handicap and still kick my butt,” Martin grinned.
He touched his phone and looked at the clock. Danny would already be at work he decided. He would call him at lunch.
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Danny wanted to scream. As it was he took a deep breath and tried Martin’s cell phone again.
He could feel Victor Fitzgerald’s eyes boring into him, could feel the activity going on all around them even as he felt somewhat displaced from it.
On his desk one of Catherine Delvin’s composite photos sat. Next to it the picture that Martin’s mother and Danny closed his eyes.
How was he ever going to explain to Jackie Scott how he had managed to destroy her family in one fell swoop?
Then he reminded himself that Jackie Scott wasn’t Martin’s mother, at least not his birth mother and he had no idea if Martin even knew that.
Knew that the parents that he’d grown up with weren’t his by blood.
And how the hell was Danny supposed to tell him.
Jack was calling the police in Washington, probably about the time that Danny finally got Martin on the phone the police would be showing up on the Scott’s doorstep.
They were scheduled on the next plane out, leaving in just a few hours and if it hadn’t been for Victor Danny would have had Jack convinced to wait until they could be there to explain what was going on instead of having uniforms descending on them like Jackie and Paul had done something wrong when all they had done was raise a young boy and love him as if he was their own.
Danny hoped they weren’t involved in this. Hoped with everything that he was because Martin would never forgive him.
“Hello?” a female voice, not Martin and Danny almost wanted to cry.
“Jackie?”
“Danny,” her voice was warm and Danny remembered that this woman had welcomed him into her family with open arms because her son loved him.
“Jackie,” he closed his eyes and tried to keep his voice calm and even. Nothing wrong here, nothing to see. “Is Martin right there?”
“He went out for a jog, he should be back in a little bit,” he could hear her moving around and he could hear the knock at door and suddenly Paul’s raised voice.
“Paul what’s going on?” Jackie sounded scared, confused and Danny pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from screaming.
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He normally ran two miles at home, down from his usual three and Danny had called him a wimp for dropping the extra mile but it also served to allow for an extra half hour of cuddle time so Martin didn’t take him to seriously.
He was doing three today though, running a path that he’d run when he was a teen-ager, he knew it like the back of his hand. Could probably run it blind folded though he wouldn’t ever do that and he would never mention the thought to Danny.
Because if he mentioned it to Danny then Danny would dare him to do it and then Martin would end up falling into a ravine and breaking both legs and they’d have to go something like six months with no sex.
He was just starting to feel the pleasant ache in his muscles, when he saw the man. Standing directly in his path and Martin slowed because the path wasn’t near wide enough for him to just jog around him, there would be some skirting needed and the other man would have to cooperate.
“Hey,” Martin called, maybe if he got his attention the man would move out of his way.
He looked a little overdressed to be out on this path anyway, normally when Martin ran this path he saw other joggers, shorts, t-shirts, sweat pants.
Not dress pants and white dress shirts.
And it seemed Martin’s call had got his attention after all, the man turned with something that looked like a baseball bat in his hand and Martin’s eyes widened.
He tried to stop, slipping on damp leaves that the sun had not yet broke though the dense tree cover to dry yet and he realized that he was on a collision course with that bat.
The blow knocked him flat on his back, and as he lay there dazed, struggling to breathe all while trying to figure out what the hell had just happened a face appeared before him.
“Long time no see buddy boy,” he grinned and Martin closed his eyes. “Don’t struggle, don’t scream,” he felt something cold and metallic press against his temple.
“I’ve got a little something that I need your help with. Be a good boy and maybe I won’t kill you once we’re done.”
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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 4
Danny rolled his shoulders, twisted his neck and winced at the crack he heard.
He’d slept on the couch; he hated sleeping in the bed by himself. Because if he slept in it, then he reached across it and when his hand didn’t land on Martin’s sleep-warmed body it just served to remind him that he was sleeping alone.
And that meant that it was either tax season or Martin was out of town.
“She’s here,” Sam murmured as she walked past him, taking a seat at the table. Danny pulled his notepad toward him, pen in hand and wheeled his chair over.
Catherine Delvin was about Victor’s age, hair tight in a bun though her face was warm and smiling. Especially as she looked at Victor.
The two were obviously friends of some sort, which kind of surprised Danny. Victor Fitzgerald didn’t seem to be the type of man that would have friends; acquaintances maybe. Enemies definitely.
But friends.
But Catherine Delvin smiled at him, called him Vic absently as she pulled papers from her bag. Vivian took her seat next to Sam, Jack in one on the other side Danny.
“I managed to come up with three composites based on the genetic history that Victor supplied for me. All three composites are similar in composition which should narrow our search down considerably. I had it loaded into the computers in Quantico prior to leaving, it didn’t turn up any hits but they still have a number of databases to go through.”
She laid the pictures out one at a time and next to him Sam jerked in shock. Danny’s eyes widened and Jack’s hand gripped his arm. His chest hurt and he realized that he wasn’t breathing.
“Oh my dear lord,” Vivian crossed herself and Danny wanted to fling himself out of his chair and rip the photos into shreds.
“Martin.”
Martin had loved his bedroom growing up.
To a young boy it had been the perfect place, the perfect refuge.
His parents had allowed him to hang whatever he wanted on the walls, his mother had handed him the tacks when he’d bought posters and waved his father away when he’d muttered about holes and decreased property value.
He’d had his own record player and his own little 13” TV that he’d got from his parents on his sixteenth birthday in lieu of the car that he’d swore that he didn’t want.
His favorite part about his room though was the fact that when the sun rose it creeped across the floor inch by inch and tickled him awake.
He’d loved that on weekends. Being woke by the sun, feeling it’s warmth against his skin. It made him smile still.
He rolled over, his cell phone lay by his pillow and he stared at the ceiling and grinned. They’d talked for hours, quiet murmurs and they’d both been yawning by the time they’d hung up, ‘I love you’s’ falling from their lips.
Danny would sleep on the couch Martin knew, he hated sleeping in the bed when Martin wasn’t there and he didn’t blame him.
If Danny had been the one taken away from him on business he would have been curled up on the couch under the quilt waiting for him to return.
Of course Martin had the quilt with him and he pulled it to his nose and breathed deeply.
And smiled.
A knock at his door and his mother peaked her head in, he glanced over at the clock on his bedside table.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“I have vacation saved,” Jackie Scott grinned.
“You shouldn’t waste it on me,” Martin shook his head, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He weighed the pros and cons of showering before he ran or waiting until after he got back.
“And who else am I going to waste it on? Your father?”
“You guys should take a vacation together,” Martin smiled; he could make it a Christmas present. His mom had wanted to go back to Italy for years and it would probably be more fun for them then it had been when they were riding herd on a nine-year-old boy prone to hyper activity.
“We would, but I don’t think I could listen to your father complain about how the company is going to fall apart around him without killing him and you would probably be very upset if I had to go to jail for that.”
“Justifiable homicide mom,” Martin said solemnly. “You would totally have me on your side, besides I love you best.”
“I heard that,” Paul Scott leaned in the doorway a smile on his face. He glanced at his watch. “If you want to run before it gets to much warmer you should go now, either that or you can wait until tonight.”
Martin pushed back his covers, hands lingering on the quilt.
“I’m going now, you want to come with?” he asked his dad.
“I’ll get all the exercise I need when I kick your butt on the racquetball court later.”
“Jeez dad, someone would think you were competitive or something.”
“I have to be thankful that I can still beat you at something, couple more years and you’d have to push me out in a wheelchair.”
“And you’d insist on a handicap and still kick my butt,” Martin grinned.
He touched his phone and looked at the clock. Danny would already be at work he decided. He would call him at lunch.
Danny wanted to scream. As it was he took a deep breath and tried Martin’s cell phone again.
He could feel Victor Fitzgerald’s eyes boring into him, could feel the activity going on all around them even as he felt somewhat displaced from it.
On his desk one of Catherine Delvin’s composite photos sat. Next to it the picture that Martin’s mother and Danny closed his eyes.
How was he ever going to explain to Jackie Scott how he had managed to destroy her family in one fell swoop?
Then he reminded himself that Jackie Scott wasn’t Martin’s mother, at least not his birth mother and he had no idea if Martin even knew that.
Knew that the parents that he’d grown up with weren’t his by blood.
And how the hell was Danny supposed to tell him.
Jack was calling the police in Washington, probably about the time that Danny finally got Martin on the phone the police would be showing up on the Scott’s doorstep.
They were scheduled on the next plane out, leaving in just a few hours and if it hadn’t been for Victor Danny would have had Jack convinced to wait until they could be there to explain what was going on instead of having uniforms descending on them like Jackie and Paul had done something wrong when all they had done was raise a young boy and love him as if he was their own.
Danny hoped they weren’t involved in this. Hoped with everything that he was because Martin would never forgive him.
“Hello?” a female voice, not Martin and Danny almost wanted to cry.
“Jackie?”
“Danny,” her voice was warm and Danny remembered that this woman had welcomed him into her family with open arms because her son loved him.
“Jackie,” he closed his eyes and tried to keep his voice calm and even. Nothing wrong here, nothing to see. “Is Martin right there?”
“He went out for a jog, he should be back in a little bit,” he could hear her moving around and he could hear the knock at door and suddenly Paul’s raised voice.
“Paul what’s going on?” Jackie sounded scared, confused and Danny pressed a hand against his mouth to keep from screaming.
He normally ran two miles at home, down from his usual three and Danny had called him a wimp for dropping the extra mile but it also served to allow for an extra half hour of cuddle time so Martin didn’t take him to seriously.
He was doing three today though, running a path that he’d run when he was a teen-ager, he knew it like the back of his hand. Could probably run it blind folded though he wouldn’t ever do that and he would never mention the thought to Danny.
Because if he mentioned it to Danny then Danny would dare him to do it and then Martin would end up falling into a ravine and breaking both legs and they’d have to go something like six months with no sex.
He was just starting to feel the pleasant ache in his muscles, when he saw the man. Standing directly in his path and Martin slowed because the path wasn’t near wide enough for him to just jog around him, there would be some skirting needed and the other man would have to cooperate.
“Hey,” Martin called, maybe if he got his attention the man would move out of his way.
He looked a little overdressed to be out on this path anyway, normally when Martin ran this path he saw other joggers, shorts, t-shirts, sweat pants.
Not dress pants and white dress shirts.
And it seemed Martin’s call had got his attention after all, the man turned with something that looked like a baseball bat in his hand and Martin’s eyes widened.
He tried to stop, slipping on damp leaves that the sun had not yet broke though the dense tree cover to dry yet and he realized that he was on a collision course with that bat.
The blow knocked him flat on his back, and as he lay there dazed, struggling to breathe all while trying to figure out what the hell had just happened a face appeared before him.
“Long time no see buddy boy,” he grinned and Martin closed his eyes. “Don’t struggle, don’t scream,” he felt something cold and metallic press against his temple.
“I’ve got a little something that I need your help with. Be a good boy and maybe I won’t kill you once we’re done.”
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Date: 2005-11-02 06:26 pm (UTC)Don't stop there!
Date: 2005-11-03 02:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-03 06:36 am (UTC)But.... um.... I.... ::whimper::
Meep.
You can come back now. Okay. Okay? Please?
So will begging work???
Date: 2005-11-27 08:19 pm (UTC)