Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight

"I feel much better for that" martin told his partner as he chewed his last mouth full of the Chinese take away the two had picked up on their way home.

"Well you seem to have gotten a little bit of colour back in your cheeks" Trish told him with a smile, and Martin looked away embarrassed as she used the same tone to speak to him that she usually reserved for the kids when they were sick.

"Well if you don't mind I think I'll turn in for the night" he told the two Murtaghs, then he leant down and planted soft kiss on Trisha's cheek, before heading up the stairs to the guestroom.

"Well he seems better" Trish commented to her husband. "What on earth did you say to him?"

"Not a lot, he opened up to me, he told me about his dreams, and he seemed quite relieved to tell me" roger explained, deliberately not elaborating.

"Where did you find him?" Trisha asked.

"At Victoria's grave" Roger replied sadly, he knew that his partner had never accepted his wife's death and probably never would.

"Poor boy" Trisha commented, effortlessly reading her husband's thoughts.

"I know" Roger agreed as he pulled his wife into his arms, once again thanking his lucky stars for her presence in his life.

That night Riggs slept soundly, the relief of sharing his problems, and the good hearty meal combined with his sheer exhaustion meant that he managed a whole nine hours of dreamless sleep. He woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face another day. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was still very early, so he quietly got shaved and dressed and headed down to the kitchen where he made himself a mug of coffee. He stood there silently sipping the hot brew and starring out of the kitchen window, then he nearly choked on the hot substance when a face stared straight back at him through the glass. The face from his worst nightmare. His hand went to his belt and the berretta was pulled and cocked in the blink of an eyes. Riggs headed straight out of the back door and held his weapon aiming at the man's head.

"Martin, Martin, Martin, I know you won't shoot me, so put the gun away like a good little boy so that we can talk like adults" the smug man told the seething Riggs with a sneer.

"Who the hell are you?" Martin asked, not liking being caught off guard by the man's nonchalant manner.

"You mean you don't remember me? I'm hurt martin, I thought I'd left quite a lasting impression" he told the smaller man, only adding further to his confusion.

"Look man, I don't know who you are, but I'd appreciate it if you'd fuck the hell off" Riggs responded, losing his temper at the familiar who he just couldn't place.

"Martin, such language in front of the children" the man responded, and Riggs followed his gaze over his shoulder, and noticed Nick and Carrie stood in the doorway watching the altercation between the two men. The two children exchanged a glance, then together they hurried inside to get their father, as they hadn't liked the look on Martin's face. Riggs turned his attention back to his aggressor, just in time to receive a swift, hard punch to the face. He swayed at the force of the blow, and immediately felt the blood well in his nose.

"What the fuck did you do that for? Jesus man, are you stupid or what?" Riggs asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his empty hand, still holding his gun with the other.

"Martin are you suggesting that it is okay for you to hit my boy in the face yet I can't return the favour? Perhaps I should break your arm too?"

"Riggs what's going on?" Roger asked as he approached the two men from behind, concerned when he saw the blood dripping down his partner's face.

"This ass hole was just leaving" Riggs responded, his eyes never leaving the other man's face.

"Of course Martin, I'll be off, I'll leave you to think things through" the unknown man replied, walking arrogantly back to his car, and driving away. As soon as he was gone Riggs breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"You okay man?" Roger asked.

"I could probably do with a cloth or something for my nose, but other than that I'm fine" Riggs replied, though his voice was muffled by his damaged face. Roger slung his arm around his partner's shoulder and carefully lead the younger man back inside the house. He grabbed a cloth and gently held it against his partner's nose, then tenderly wiped his face clean, trying to stem the flow of bleeding.

"Just who the hell was that?" he asked.

"The dream man" Riggs responded.

"He sure seems to know you" Roger commented, by now very worried for his partner. Riggs nodded, lost in thought.

"Yeah he does. Listen Rog, I think I'm going to go home, this isn't right. I don't like putting your family in danger" Riggs told his partner, and started to walk away, he was halted by a forceful hand on his arm.

"Listen man, you ain't going anywhere. You are a part of this family, and the sooner you get that through your thick head the better" Roger told his partner, and Riggs had to blink back the tears, he grinned slightly, and nodded.

"That doesn't mean I have to change my name to Murtagh does it?" he asked with a smile, and Roger returned the gesture.

"Hell no, we love ya man, but not that much. No let's get down to business we need ot come up with a plan" he continued as he lead his partner through to the lounge, and the two sat down, and began to hash out everything that they knew.

End Chapter Eight.

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