It took me two hours to type this. I would love some feed back. The next chapter should be up within the next day. Hope you enjoy. Warning there is slight Martin abuse, very slight but it will get worse.

Martin awoke slowly keeping his eyes closed because of the searing pain in his forehead. His whole body felt a if he'd been hit by something bigger than a truck, much bigger. He tried to move his hands to hold his head but found them chained behind him. He panicked for a second as he finally started to remember everything.

He was on his way to work when he decided that he would just stay home and tell Jack he couldn't make it. He entered his apartment to find someone else already there. There was a struggle then everything was a blur.

He tried to forces on his surroundings. His hands were cuffed behind him to some sort of fixture. It was obvious that he was a warehouse, criminals weren't that original anymore. At least everyone was expecting him to be at work so they would know that something was wrong and to come look for him.

But would they even look for him. Danny and Elena had probably made up and got back together once Danny threw and his charm and wanted nothing to do with him. The rest of the office probably thought that he was some sort of office slut. HE slouched against what he thought was a pillar he was going to die here.

He jumped when he heard a door open and close, "Are you comfortable?" a gruff voice asked, "I hope not, I'm going to use you to get revenge on your father. And don' think I ever fell for that tough love act between the two of you. I know he cares more than he lets on."

"Then you know that when he finds you he's going to kill you."

"I know the way you FBI works your friends can't track disposable cell phones now can they? I'm going to make a call and you're going to cooperate or I'll kill you."

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"Jack I think I got something, ow," Danny announced while being kicked by Elena, "There was this one case that Victor had martin work with him with before he joined the Missing Person's Unit. He wasn't actually a part of the case but he did help with a lot of the background information and eventually he worked undercover because if you were to look Martin up back then he would have a desk job. He had to go into this drug operation for those two years, and think we thought he spent those two years at a desk," he smiled at the thought of Martin dressed a gangsta, "They ended up putting away this drug lord named Damon Huston. He got out of jail a month ago," he explained

"So, this Damon gut might of done this?" Samantha asked.

"It gets better, Martin was moved to New York because Damon found out who he was ad where he lived. It's also the reason they had to do the bust so early, they were going to kill Martin so they moved him to here."

"Does this Damon have any family or friends in New York?" Jack asked

"Not that I could find," Danny sighed

"So we're back at step one," Elena sighed punching Danny's shoulder in frustration.

Danny sighed sucking up the pain when his cell phone rang, "Hello,"

"Listen closely, because I'm only going to say this once," a gruff voice came through the other end of the phone, "I have your friend and you won't get him back until I get what I want."

"What do you want," he asked.

"Who are you talking to," Jack asked but Danny motioned for them to be quiet.

"I want two million dollars and don't tell me you don't have the money because we all know Victor does. Leave it in Martin's apartment by ten, all un-marked bills and no funny business. There's a bomb where I'm keeping him and if things don't go my way he'll die," Danny heart was beating in his ears.

"How do I know he's still alive?" Danny challenged, there was a crack in the back ground and he heard Martin cry out in pain.

"Is that enough prof for you?" the man asked, "Do what I say or he die,." The line went dead.

"Who was it Danny?" Jack asked.

"It was Damon at least I think it was. He said that he wanted two million dollars in Martin's apartment, no marked bills by ten o'clock or he'll kill Martin. He said were he's holding him there's a bomb and if we don't do as he say…" Danny couldn't finish he had a hand over his mouth as if to keep in a sob. Martin could die, Martin could die thinking that he didn't love him.

"We're going to find him," Samantha said determinedly, "He's going to be okay."

"The number is still on Danny's phone, we'll send it down to the lad for the techs to try and trace the call or to at least find out who made the call," Jack demanded, "Samantha you and me need to talk to Victor to find out more about this case."

Trust me it will get better. Tell me what you think.