PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

I know i promised to update a while ago bit then I had finals and graduation rehearsle, and graduation on Monday and the my school threw us a party that went until 4am. And I just got back from my little sisters middle school graduation. But I'm here now and I would love a review.

Sorry about the shortness of this chapter.

It had been a year since Victor had adopted Hunter. The boy had legally gotten his name changed to Martin Fitzgerald and was adjusting very well to the house hold.

Victor's two daughters took to him pretty quickly. Dragging him to their tea parties and forcing him to play dress up. Even though there weren't Martin's games of chose, he was glad to be included in something normal.

School was the one of the many new things he was excited about. He had been home schooled for a while after he was rescued so he could go into the proper grade level. He clung to Victor the first day he was dropped off, suddenly being shy. It was the middle of the school year, so all of the kids sat at attention when he entered.

He wanted to hide, but earlier conditioning taught him that hiding only made it worse when they found him. He didn't know that all of the teachers were acutely aware of his situation and had even changed the set up of the classroom to accommodate him. That's how he ended up with a seat next to the windows and a good view of the door that stayed open.

It took him sometime to friends because of how quiet he was. Sudden movements scared him, along with loud noises. He did eventually make one friend, though he fell into the category of someone whose mom set up a play date.

The boy's name was Joshua. He slightly bigger than Martin and tended to play a little rougher than Martin would have like. So it came as no surprise when during one of those particular play date, Joshua pushed him just hard enough for him to fall when they were playing tag, causing Martin to fall and scrape his knees.

Doing what most eight years old do, he cried, running back into the house, "Daddy, I hurt my knee!"

It may sound wrong but even as the boy stood in front of him crying Victor felt his heart swell. Martin had just called him Dad for the first time. Deciding not to make a big deal out of it he disinfected the wound and put one of those bad aids with an animated character on it.

Martin's eyes fluttered opened. He'd been in the hospital for about a week and felt more than well enough to go home, thought the doctor didn't feel the same. They wanted to make sure his foot wasn't going to have the risk of infection before they let him out.

The team had been taking turns visiting him when they could. Every once in a while he would ask the question that had been plaguing him, "How did you find me?"

Danny had tried explaining how he knew Martin would go to his favorite spot during a time of crisis, but Martin would shoot back that they would have to find where the women who kidnapped him had put him first. The rest of the team would go silent, saying that he should wait for Victor to explain, but his dad wasn't giving him all the details whenever he asked.

"Who was that women who kidnapped me?" Martin was getting a little testy at this point, "I'm not eight years old any more. You don't have to keep things like this from me, I can handle it."

Victor sighed running his hands through Martin's hair, "There are some things that are better if you don't know."

"Dad, I'm a FBI agent, I see things like this everyday.

Again Victor sighed, "Remember when you were eight and I told you that your parents had died during the home invasion."

"Yes."

"I lied, they had given you up for adoption. Your mother, we recently found out, had paid for your original abduction. When she learned that you were doing well she hired the same people to so it again."

"I knew that she wanted nothing to do with me but…"

"How do you know that?"

"She just never really seem to care about me when I was younger," his voice sounded strained, "It's like she never wanted me to begin with." He was quiet again before speaking, "She sold me to a pedophile," it was almost in disbelief, like everything was just starting to click in his head, "She let those people…hurt me," his voice broke, "She tried to kill."

"Shh," Victor soothed as if he was still a child.

"She was supposed to be my mom and she…"

"Martin, it's going to be okay, your safe now."

~.~.~.~.~

"I heard that Victor told you everything," Danny said.

Martin nodded picking at his food. He was hungry, but hospital food is disgusting.

"How are you holding up?"

"Pretty good all things considered," he said honestly, "Things could have been worse, sure my mom hated me but at least my adoptive parents care."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen your mom since all of this started."

"She stopped by a few times. She doesn't do well in these kinds of situation. She almost fainted when she first saw me like this."

"And your sisters?"

"They take after my mom."

Danny chuckled lightly, "When you get out in two weeks, who's going to be staying with you the first few weeks?"

"I don't need a baby sitter," Martin glared.

"You're going to be on crutches Martin. You're already clumsy as it is, the last thing you need is to be alone in your apartment on the tenth floor."

"You don't have to take care of me."

"I didn't say me…just someone."

"I wouldn't mind as much if it was you," Martin said causing Danny's heart to beat a little faster at the emotion he could hear in the others voice.

"And I don't mind watching after you," he couldn't help but smile knowing that Martin wanted him around.

TBC...