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Victor's eyes widened, "A what?" he asked as if he didn't hear her properly.

"I put him in a car compactor in that garbage dump on the west side of town," she clarified with a smirk.

Victor stormed out trying not to collapse.

Martin was dead.

His child was dead.

He sat at the nearest desk with his head on his hands, "You guys should go see if really there."

Jack nodded patting Victor on the shoulder to offer some form of comfort before he and the team headed out to find there friend.

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Martin barely managed to climb out. The car compactor had almost closed on his foot, leaving it bloody and raw from having to pull it free.

But he was alive. Beaten abused and bloody but alive. He stood up, still in shock from the events that had come to pass played in his mind. He hadn't allowed himself to think of them, but now it was like he couldn't stop the memories. When those men found him and did what they did to him, got him to their place and continued to defile him.

He couldn't even feel the tears rolling down his cheeks as he walked, not sure of where his body was taking him. He was fine as long as it was somewhere away from here.

Far away.

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After shutting down the whole dump, the team managed to find the car that Sarah said she said she put Martin into. The car was already crushed but when they took it apart, there was no body and the test confirmed that the blood in the car was Martin's. Leaving them to believe that the blood trail they found when they first got there, was leading to the compactor was going away from the compactor.

"He might still be alive?" Danny said, fingers crossed.

"Should we call Victor and let him know?" Samantha suggested, "He seemed really shook up when we left."

"No, just because Martin may of escaped doesn't mean we'll find him alive," Jack said before calling all of the units in the area and having them on the lookout for Martin. "Right now he's probably in shock." Jack explained, "Let's check to see if he headed home."

Danny was about to go with them when he realized, "I know where he is."

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Jack rose a brow curiously when they found themselves in an ally way with Danny climbing the fire escape to one of the buildings, "Are you sure he's here?"

"He told me that he goes here when he's upset or needs to think." The Hispanic explained, "He's here trust me."

"Call me if he is, here we'll call an ambulance if he's here."

Danny continued until he was at the top, not surprised to see Martin sitting on the opposite side close to the ledge, "Martin?" He called out gently but Martin made no move signal that he was aware of Danny's presence. "Martin," he sat sown next to the man, "are you okay?" he already knew the answer but he needed to get Martin talking.

Martin glanced at Danny, shaking his head. The bleeding in his leg had stopped along with the bleeding in his foot. The later looked as if it was a raw hamburger. His face was beaten and bruised one eye still swollen from the fight in his apartment, "H-how long?"

"How long what?" Danny asked trying to be careful with him.

"How long was I missing. I kept blacking out and…"

"It was less than twenty four hours."

"I didn't…didn't think I was going to make it," he let out a sob of either sadness or joy.

"You need to go to a hospital."

"I can't they'll all know."

"Know what?"

"W-what they did to me. My friends, my co-worker, my dad, they'll all know what they did to me and that I-I couldn't stop them."

"No one cares about that. They'll just be glad that you're alive."

"It would have just of been better if I died in that stupid compactor."

"No, it wouldn't have. You're dad really wants to see you, he's been worried sick since we found out you were listening."

"I can't face him."

"You don't have to see him right now, but if we climb back down I'll be able to tell him that you're okay."

A choked sob fell from his lips again as he continued to shake, "I just…" he didn't finish knowing that he couldn't go home because his apartment would still be a crime scene.

"You can stay at my place or anywhere else you feel comfortable.

Martin nodded, "I can't walk."

Danny sighed calling Jack to tell him to have the medics bring a stretcher up. Danny rode with his friend the whole way to the hospital.

The rest of the team arrived after Martin went into surgery, "How is he?" Elena asked knowing to tread lightly, Danny looked like he was one step away from a melt down.

"He's going to make it. Physically but I doubt he'll be well mentally. Where's Victor?"

"He's on the way," Samantha said, "He has to catch a cab here."

Silence over took them as they waited for the doctor to come out and tell them what was going on. It wasn't a matter of life and death but they were still anxious. Even Victor came in quietly not able to talk.

Within the end of the third hour a doctor finally emerged, "Mr. Fitzgerald," he called. Victor and the rest of the team stood, "Are you all here for him?" there was a chorus of yes's. "I'm only able to talk to his immediate family."

"I'm his father," Victor spoke up, "It's okay if we do this here." There was no one else in the waiting room.

"Are you sure, the details are very…disturbing," the doctor warned.

"It's alright."

"If you insist," the doctor sighed, "The wound from the bullet will heal up pretty cleanly. It didn't go all the way though, and we were able to remove it. It may take a few more hours for the swelling in his face to go down, but there's no major damage. The skin of his right foot is almost completely missing, we'll have to do a few skin grafts so it heals properly." He paused, "Martin was raped multiple times, there was a lot of ripping tearing and bruising. We sent the DNA to your lab. Physically he will be okay, but mentally were bit sure, but I suggest he'll need to be a therapist after this. He hasn't woken up yet, so I wouldn't suggest visitation at the moment. Just so he doesn't freak out when he someone else in the room."

"He seemed fine with me being on the room with him," Danny quirked, "Why would this be any different."

"Mr. Fitzgerald was in shock at the time and probably didn't fully recognize that you were there," the doctor explained. "Anyways, right now we're only allowing visitation for family if things go well after he wakes up."

"Thank you doctor," Jack said waving him off. Everyone turned to Victor who had say down on the middle of the explanation, his face buried in his palms. They couldn't tell if he was crying or not.

Vivian was the first to announce that she was leaving now that they knew Martin was okay. Jack and Samantha followed shortly after. Even Victor left once the doctor reviled that Martin would probably be asleep the rest of the night.

Danny for some reason couldn't bring himself to leave. He wanted to see Martin for himself and make sure he was okay. He wanted to be able to touch his face and hair long enough to know he wasn't dreaming. He wanted to hold him and tell him that things were going to get better from here on out.

TBC...