Yet another instalment! I am amazed people are still reading this, and I'll promise I will finish this story. I am currently in a Without a Trace fanfic mood, so what other story should I finish, or should I start a new one?

Chapter 12

Emma wandered through the airport in a daze. After the phone call from Jack six hours ago and now this latest development, she didn't know what to think.

"Emma!"

The voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Hey Martin," she said.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Martin said hugging one of his oldest friends.

"Honestly, I really don't know Martin." She pulled away from the hug and looked into her friend's eyes. "How is he?"

"I don't know Emma, I really don't."

"What?! You've seen him, how do you not know he if he's okay!"

"He's been through a lot."

"What kind of fucking answer is that?!" Emma exclaimed.

"Hey, hey," Martin said slowly. "Let's go to the car and talk about this."

Emma eyeballed Martin as she closed the car door. "Martin, what are you not telling me? What's happened to Danny?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You've spent over five hours with him, what aren't you tell me?" Emma exclaimed, close to tears.

"He has spoken much; in fact he's barely spoken at all. He's terrified Emma, he's my best friend, he's like a brother to me and I cannot help him."

"Oh god!" Emma cried, letting her head fall into her hands. "And now with the investigation."

"What investigation?"

"Hutchinson is being investigated by the CIA for the death of three agents."

"Shit! I've got to phone Jack."

"What? Why?" Emma exclaimed.

"Because Danny could be in danger!"

"Fuck, why didn't I think about that? Shit all of this time I've pissed around and I could have put Danny in danger."

Martin held his hand up as he placed his cell phone to his ear. "Jack, yes I've got Emma. Jack, no listen to me. Hutchinson is being investigated by the CIA for the death for three agents. I think you could be in danger. We need to find out how Danny left the uncover op."

"WHAT?!" Jack yelled. "Okay, sure I will find out. " He crossed the room. "Danny, Danny. Damn it Danny, I need to talk to you," he said shaking the unresponsive agent.

"Jack, I'll just leave," Danny said brushing away Jack's hands.

"No, fuck-it, Danny you need to listen to me. I need to know what happened at the end of the operation? What did Hutchinson say?"

"He didn't say anything," Danny said in a hollow voice.

"Nothing?"

"No, Jack what is this about?"

"I hadn't had any contact with him for about a month, so I left. Jack, what's this about?" Danny pleaded.

"You left? How did you leave?"

"I stowed away on a boat to the Bahamas, I did the same back to Florida, then I hitched-hiked back to New York. Jack, please tell me what the hell is happening? What the hell are you not telling me?"

"Hutchinson is being investigated for the death of three agents," Jack said as calmly as he could.

"Fuck," Danny managed to say before bolting to the bathroom and emptying what little he had in his stomach.

Realising Danny probably wanted to be left alone for a few moments; he used the opportunity to make a phone call. "Hi Rick."

"Hi Jack," Rick said moving away from the kitchen. "How's things with you?"

"I-I, I really don't know Rick."

Rick frowned, he knew his friend had been devastated by the loose of Danny Taylor, but he thought his friend was beginning to sound more like his old self in recent weeks. "What's happened Jack?" he asked closing the office door behind him.

"I'm sorry to call you on your day off," Jack started.

"Jack, you know it doesn't matter. What's happened?"

"I need to get someone to a safe house."

"Who?" Rick pried.

"I can't say," Jack said, his concerned eyes fleeting towards the closed bathroom door. "I'm sorry Rick, but I can't, I don't know if this line is secure."

Rick rubbed his face and sat down. He knew his friend trod a dangerous line sometimes, but he knew he would only go out in a limb if he thought the cause was significant. "Sure, I'll round up the team. Where are you?"

"At my apartment."

"And we are just transporting one person?" Rick asked.

"Yes," Jack replied, letting out the breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"Do they need medical attention?"

"No immediately, but I would like them to be checked over by a doctor," Jack answered.

"I'll get that sorted. Jack, I'll see you in an hour. Just hang tight until then."

"Thank you, really thank you. I don't think you realise how much this means to me," Jack said ending the call. He rubbed his tried face, and with a little more hope in his stride, he walked over to the bathroom. "Danny," he said softly. He looked down at the dejected figure sitting with his back against the wall and knees drawn up to his chest, his head buried into his knees. "Danny," he said again sinking down next to the figure. "You know it's going to be alright, don't you," he said placing a hand on Danny's shoulder. "I've called Rick, and his team are going to move you to a safe. But don't worry, Martin and I will be coming with you."

"Jack, I-" Danny started.

"Don't 'Jack' me," Jack cut him off. "I can't afford to take any risks. I don't trust Hutchinson, I never did."

"Jack, I don't want you to be put yourself in danger because of me!"

"Too late kiddo," Jack said with a smile, hauling Danny to his feet. "Now get yourself cleaned up and then come into the kitchen and bloody eat something!"