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Martin sat across from Damon in the interview room, "You said you wanted to talk to me," Martin said.

"Yes," Damon smiled lifting his cuffed hands to try to holds the other mans, "I wanted to say I'm sorry," he put his hands back in his lap once he realized Martin wasn't going to return the gesture. "One of the guys contacted me and said that they needed you for a ransom and, just the thought of you, made me need to…"

"Damon, you know this can't work," Martin said in a gentile tone.

"You know, I knew you were a cop and I knew that you would cause nothing but trouble for me, but you were so beautiful I couldn't miss my chance to at least hold you," he gazed at Martin lovingly.

"Damon we're probably never going to see each other again," Martin told him, "It can't work."

"I know, I know, but Martin I love you. I love you like no one ever will, and don't even try to tell me about that Taylor guy. He doesn't know what he has and doesn't deceiver a second chance."

"How do you know about…"

"I've been watching you," Damon kept an intense eye contact that would scare anyone, "I know I won't get out of here probably for the rest of my life, but you're the only one I know and care about on the outside. Even if you don't choose me, could you write to me, like you still care, as if you were still undercover," he pleaded.

Martin nodded in agreement as the guard announced that time was up and started to lead Damon out of the room. Damon turned around one last time, "And for the record, if he's ashamed to be with you then you shouldn't be with him," Damon blew a kiss and waved away.

~.~.~.~.~

"You're shaking," Danny noted as he held Martin. They were lying on the couch after work.

"I talked with Damon today," Martin said hugging his arms around himself, "He said a lot of stuff and, I don't know," he sighed.

"Do you want to talk about it," Danny asked holding Martin closer.

"He wants me write him while he's in jail. He kept talking about what we used to be and how he still wanted to be with me."

"Do you still like him."

"I never did, I had to pretend to like him. He was nice enough but I couldn't really love him the way he loved me. Then he started talking about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, he was watching me before I was taken."

"Watching you, for how long?"

"Long enough to know what happened with Elena. He kept saying that I deserved better and stuff like that."

"So what's got you all shaken up?"

Martin shrugged, "It just got me thinking about everything that's happened in the past month. I know that you were scared of coming out but you're okay with it now and promised you wouldn't do anything like that again…"

"Martin," Danny kissed him softly to silence him, "I love you and I'm not going to leave you."

"I know," Martin sighed laying his head on Danny's chest, "And I'm happy you made up your mind. I love you," Martin kissed Danny on the mouth. Danny kissed back smiling into the kiss and holding Martin a little tighter promising himself to never let him go.

Fin