Title: Ice Forms Over

Disclaimer: Slash. Violence. Language. Angst.

Note: This will be similar to the current season in the beginning. But will change from there.

POV: Martin

Intro

The doors open. The night is shattered by the sounds of gunfire and lit by the blasts. There's no time to duck to avoid the flying bullets. I feel the fire burning in my body as I'm hit. My only concern is for Danny sitting next to me. Does he manage to avoid the flying pieces of metal? Do they miss him? I slip out of time and lose consciousness.

Next I know Danny is pulling me from the car, swearing unhappily. His voice is filled with worry and I wonder what's wrong with him. I'm lying on the wet pavement. Danny is staring down at me. The color has drained from his face. Tears cloud his eyes. The numbness of the pain begins to wash away in the blood that's soaking into my shirt. Am I dying?

"Stay with me, Martin," Danny pleads. I feel the pressure he applies to the wound in my skin. He brings his phone out. "I need a bus right now. My partner has been shot."

The words ring in my ears. I'm sorry Martin. I feel myself slipping away. The cold is creeping in. The last few years flash by. The first day with the Missing Persons Squad. They didn't want to accept me at first. They all believe that my father pulled some strings. I wanted them to see me. The real me. My ill-fated love with Samantha. Will she miss me when I'm gone? Will she regret how things ended between us? I see Jack worrying over Vivian even as his own life is falling apart. Now he'll have to deal with me dying. Sometimes life isn't fair.

My gaze falls on Danny. My best friend. My buddy. How awful it must be to watch your friend as they lay, dying on the cold street. This isn't right. He shouldn't have to go through this. I close my eyes to avoid looking at him. The pain in his face is too much to bear.

"Martin?" I hear him call my name softly. "Open your eyes, Martin. Please."

I can't take the sorrow in his voice. It tears my soul apart inside. The beating of my heart fills me ears. Every single beat sounds like a roar of thunder. Why would they do this? Why open fire on two innocent people? If they really wanted to kill the piece of trash in our backseat, I would have let them. Getting in trouble with my boss would be better than this. Anything would be better than this burning sensation filling my body.

Danny touches my cheek. His hand is wet and sticky. I can smell the coppery blood. "Martin, please, open your eyes. You can't die. Not here. Come on, Martin."

I open my eyes to look upon him. His eyes are clouded with worry. There are tears on his cheeks. He's crying for me? I never thought someone would cry for me as my life slipped away. I can't stand to look at his shirt; it's covered in my blood. Or is it his blood?

"There's….blood….on…your shirt," I croak out.

"I'm fine, Martin. I'm more worried about you."

I do my best to smile. "That's good."

He looks down the street over his shoulder. "Where the hell is that ambulance?"

I know that my heart is slowing down. The slower it beats the less blood I'll lose. A sharp stab of pain seizes my chest and I can't help gasping for air. I'm going to die. What a way to go, Martin Fitzgerald, dying on the damp pavement of a city street. As much as I don't want to die alone I wish for Danny to leave. He doesn't need to be here. Not for this.

"Martin? Hang on, buddy."

The sound of sirens pierce my ears. The ambulance is finally on its way. "I feel cold," I whisper. There's darkness looming on the edge of my conciousness. I close my eyes as my body goes numb. So this is how it feels to die.

"Martin? Martin?"