Martin tore his eyes open, as the shrill sound of the telephone screeched through his sleepy brain like an express train. Groaning, he flailed blindly over his nightstand, looking for the guilty object, whilst trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

'Fitzgerald,' he yawned into the phone, stretching his eyes wide and glancing over at the alarm clock.

'And where the heck did you get to yesterday Fitzy?' Danny's voice came booming cheerfully over the phone, overlooking Martin's heavy voice and the fact that it was barely 9am. 'I ran into Lisa this morning.'

Martin rolled over and let his eyes drift shut. 'And?'

'Well, she seemed to think you stopped by here yesterday afternoon,' Danny answered. 'She had it in her head,' he smirked over the phone, 'that you had told her you were going to come see us?' Martin could imagine exactly what face Danny had plastered on his features at that very moment. The mock questioning, his eyes in fake wonder, and that annoying little smile.

'Yeah, I um…I didn't think it was such a good idea – freaking out the rookie on her first day.' He cleared his throat and sighed, feeling sleep begin to overcome him slowly. It took all of his concentration to listen to what Danny was saying.

'She's no interested man. She doesn't want to know the details, she just knows your having some time off.' She heard him chuckle. 'It's kind of a shame you didn't pop in, because she's exactly your type man.'

Martin opened one eye on these words, and snorted with laughter. 'Yeah yeah, I'll try and drop by today. Happy?'

'You made my day. So how're you doing anyway?'

Martin rolled onto his back, running a hand through his hair and resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to stay awake.

'I'm good, meeting my sister's new boyfriend for dinner later. He just moved over from out West, she's pretty madly in love.'

'That could've been me,' Danny grinned.

'Yeah, had it not been the worst date you'd both ever been on!' Martin retorted, remembering both of the sides of a horrendous story he'd been told.

'I told you man, it's because the more I looked at her, the more I swear, she looked like you. It gave me a complex!'

Martin burst into laughter, and shook his head in disbelief. 'Every woman gives you a complex for some reason. That's why you never stay with them for longer than a week.'

Martin glanced around the restaurant looking for his sisters familiar, friendly face, and feeling the sudden overwhelming nervousness that perhaps he'd got the wrong restaurant, or even worse, the wrong night. He bit his lip, and turned to move back into the foyer, prepared to call her and check he had the plan right before he heard his name being called a few feet away from him. He spun round, and smiled in delight as he saw his baby sister, standing with her arms crossed.

'Thinking of leaving?' She asked sarcastically. She laughed as she moved toward him, her arms outstretched.

Martin enveloped her into a hug, before pushing her back and taking a look at her. She was dressed, as he normally saw her, in a flowing skirt, pretty and feminine, giving her an innocent edge that Martin knew probably didn't exist, especially if her good natured punches were anything to go by.

'You look great,' he complimented her, and ruffled her hair.

She took hold of his arm, and looked behind her, reaching out and grabbing the arm of a man stood just a few inches behind her.

'Martin,' she pulled the man forward. 'This is Jimmy. Jimmy, Martin.'

The two men looked each other up and down, before shaking hands. Martin smiled, drinking in the mans appearance and immediately beginning to profile him off physical appearance. He looked smartly dressed and groomed, but anybody could make an effort. His eyes looked different. Warm and friendly, but when he smiled and said 'How do you do?' it didn't quite reach his eyes. Martin kicked himself. He was probably just nervous, he thought, since he's just moved thousands of miles to be with someone who's family he hasn't even met yet.

Half an hour later, the three of them sat comfortable having just finished their starters, in light conversation as Martin and Jimmy found out a little more about each other.

'So, what is it exactly you do for a living,' Jimmy asked, taking a sip of his beer. 'He swallowed as he continued, 'Trish said you traced missing people?'

Martin smiled, absent-mindedly picking at the tablecloth with one hand. 'Yeah it's Missing Persons with the FBI.' He met Jimmy's eyes and swore he saw a flicker of something. He took a few moments, registering what he had seen before he sat up and stopped fidgeting immediately trying to suss out what exactly had flashed over Jimmy's face when he'd spoken.

Fugitive, ex-con…Silence engulfed the table. Trish looked between the two men, the table earlier atmosphere suddenly electric with tension. 'What is it?' She asked innocently.

Jimmy blinked a few times, and looked at Martin noticing how his posture had changed, and the eyes that were now focused directly on him. He cleared his throat and looked over at Trish.

'Sorry, I uh…' He stumbled and shifted in his seat, taking a few moments. 'I had a friend who worked in the FBI.' He stopped again, his eyes darting about nervously, in obvious thought on how to phrase his next words. 'There was this thing he was working on, a stakeout or something. He was hurt, the guy shot at him. Killed him instantly.'

Martin's eyes widened as he saw Jimmy's eyes lower, and he immediately felt guilty for his earlier assumptions. Across the table, Trish had moved her hand to cover her partners, her thumb caressing his skin in a subconscious effort to ease the pain he felt at the memories.

'I'm sorry,' Martin murmured. 'It's hard losing someone you're close to like that.' Trish looked up at him gratefully as he spoke. 'One of our guys was hit a few years ago, and even though he pulled through, it was still one of the worst moments of my life thinking I'd lost someone I'd worked and been friends with.'

Jimmy looked up and a small smile flickered over his face. 'Thanks. It's a dangerous job. Credit to you guys for doing it.' He lifted his beer and a small toast, and interlocked his fingers with Trish's.