A/N: I don't own anything. Characters are not mine because if they were, I would have had them follow my every command. Also, don't sue me. I only own a toothbrush.

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Martin's POV

The atmosphere in the office was light. We, the team, were working silently at our respective desks on paperwork. The silence was occasionally broken with jokes and turns to get coffee refills. We haven't a case so far, which was a good thing considering the toll our last case had on everyone. A child had been missing for two days before the parents called it in. It made our blood boil whenever we think of the case. Fortunately, we had found the child and was in the care of the Child Services.

Everyone had been on edge. We had all lost our cool. I had understood the reactions from Vivian, Jack, Elena, and Sam but Danny was a mystery. He had threatened the parents and almost succeeded in beating the hell out of the father until I stepped in. I was sure I didn't want to explain to Jack Malone just why one of his agents was arrested on manslaughter.

The gang had tried repeatedly to get Danny to talk about what was bothering him. Our usually talkative member was closemouthed and at exactly five on the dot, he leaves the building. I was worried about the Spanish man. It wasn't like the Danny I know and love. Yeah, yeah, you can laugh now. The son of Deputy Director Fitzgerald, the impeccable Martin "Fitzie" Fitzgerald, was on the narrow path. It took me a long time, too, to accept the fact that I was attracted to the brown eyed man. My heart didn't think it could take any more the way it always constricts with pain when Danny was in trouble of sorts. I would do anything in my power to make sure that Danny was safe once and for always. I just have to convince him of my intentions. However, I am sure that Danny didn't feel the same way about me.

Narrator

Danny Taylor, for his part, was very aware of the blue-eyed man who constantly occupies his thoughts. His heart was already taken by a beautiful green-eyed creature but he always has room for his Fitzie.

Danny's thoughts were broken by Jack, exiting his office with the look of a man with bad news. "We have a disappearance of a 15 year old at Skylar Elementary. We-"

He broke off when Danny cried out, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

They all looked at him. He was about to say something when his cell rang. He grabbed it off his desk and looking at the displaying number, he swore. The girls' looked at him with surprise, not to mention Martin, who was looking quite like an owl.

"Taylor," Danny answered. He was anxious to get to the school. He listened to the caller intently then he hung up. He looked at Jack. "Can I go ahead?"

Jack said, confused, "Sure but take Martin with you."

Danny looked stricken. He darted a look at Martin and back at Jack. He opened his mouth to protest and shut it quick at the look on Jack's face. Resigned, he glared at Martin as if it was his particular fault that Jack didn't want to listen to what he was going to say. "Hurry it up, will you?" With that, he stalked out of the room. After sharing an incredulously look with the gang, he followed Danny.

Martin's POV

We made it to the school in record time. Danny jumped out of the car as soon as the keys were out of the ignition and ran through the courtyard. As for me, well, I was thinking that if that is how it is like in the NASCAR, I am certainly not looking at being a race car driver as a back up job. I followed Danny at a run. I wanted to find out just why Taylor was keen on getting to the school as if his life was depended on it.

I caught up with him in a school hallway just as a woman, most likely the principal, walked up to us. I was about to introduce ourselves when the woman spoke, surprising me. No, the woman speaking didn't surprise me; it was her words.

She looked and sound relieved when she held out her hand for Danny to shake. "Special Agent Taylor, I really appreciate you coming here personally. I couldn't get her out of the storage. She refused to come out or even talk to me through the door."

The poor woman was ready to cry but she held herself in check. I didn't know who she was talking about and how she knows Danny but I was very intrigued. Danny looked even paler than when Jack announced we had a case at this school. I tuned back to what Danny was saying.

"Which one?" He simply asked. The woman led us down another hallway and stopped in front of a door with the word "Custodian" on it. Danny wasn't looking at her but his words were for her. "The rest of my team will be here shortly. Could you talk to them about the situation while I deal with this?"

The woman nodded, her eyes shining with pity and resignation. She walked away from us. I turned to look at Danny and was about to say something when he knocked on the door.

"Sweetie, it's me. Come on out, I need to talk to you," he said. Ok, now I am really confused. Danny went on. "Sapphire Heather Taylor, get yourself out here right now or I am going to be really mad." WHAT THE HELL?! Is there something Danny Boy wasn't telling us?!

The lock on the door clicked and it swung open. The next thing I knew, a girl of about five or six walked out. Her braids were hanging over her shoulders and her hands were clasped tightly in front of her. But what caught my eye were her eyes. They were a beautiful emerald green but it was clouded by sadness, grief, and loss. I was shocked when Danny bent down to her level and took her into his arms. I didn't think anything could surprise me anymore when the little girl, now known as Sapphire, burst in to tears.

My heart stopped when she said, "They took him, daddy. I know they took him. I told him so many times to be careful but he just won't listen to me. Now look what happened." She pulled away from Danny-her father!- and took his in her hands, tears running down her face. "You'll find him and bring him back, won't you, daddy? You always find people, don't you, daddy?"

Danny looked up at me, his eyes shining brightly with tears. He folded his crying daughter in his arms and said, still locking eyes with me, "Yes, love, I will bring him back."

It was then that I knew that everything had changed.