Martin and Danny had been sitting in the car for over an hour, watching a suspect's apartment. Danny sighed. "Nothing is going to happen." Martin just shrugged. He was glad they were just sitting there. It didn't require him to exert much energy. Even though he wasn't drinking, he didn't sleep well at all. "Well aren't you talkative today," complained Danny.

Martin shrugged again. "Well, sooner or later, he's gonna come outside. Complaining isn't going to make him come out any faster. " Danny just shook his head and looked back out the window.

He gave it five more minutes, then handed the keys to Martin. "I'm going to the bathroom. Call me if he comes out." Martin nodded, and Danny got out and walked up the street. Martin leaned his head back and sighed, looking around. He wanted to just close his eyes and go to sleep, but everytime he did, he'd see his aunt's face smiling at him. He would think about how he never got to say goodbye. He never even saw her the week before she died. He dreaded going to sleep, but his body said otherwise. He shook his head, trying to clear it and wake up. He had been staring at the same place for ages. "Danny had a point," he thought. "I can't wait to get out of here."

Sam was near the phone when it rang.

"Missing Person's Unit."

"Hi. Can I speak to Martin Fitzgerald?" asked a woman.

Sam thought her voice sounded familar. She glanced around. "I'm sorry, he's out right now. I can leave a message for him, or you could try his cell phone if its urgent."

"I tried his cell already...he turned it off."

Sam frowned. "That's weird."

"Yeah. I just wanted to see how he was holding up. Don't tell him anyone called."

"How he's holding up?" asked Sam. "Has something happened?"

"He didn't tell anyone?" asked the woman. She sighed. "Figures. My mom, his aunt, died this past week."

Sam now realized where she had heard that voice. She gasped. "Jamie, I'm so sorry!"

"How did you.."

"I helped Martin out when she went missing last month." Sam explained.

"Oh...Samantha, right? Well at her funeral Saturday, he seemed like a zombie. He just stood there with a blank look in his eyes. He hardly spoke to any of us."

"He seemed fine all last week, but this Monday he had to leave early. We figured he was out drinking at a party or something, but..." she paused. "Well, he seemed okay after that...a little tired....but nothing serious."

"Okay, well, keep an eye on him for me please," said Jamie.

"Sure," said Sam.

"I've got to go. Let me know when get gets back."

"Okay. Bye."

Danny walked along the street and stopped where the car was supposed to be. He looked left and right. No car, no Martin. He grabbed his cell phone and punched in Martin's number. When he just got voicemail, he cursed, then called Vivian. He didn't even wait for her to say hello. "Viv, where's Martin?!" he demaned.

"What do you mean? Isn't he with you?" asked Vivian.

"I left to go to the bathroom. I was gone five minutes tops. I told him to call me if he saw anything. He never called, and I just got back. The car's gone and his cell's off.

"That's weird," said Vivian, frowning. "I'll have Sam pick you up. Meanwhile, ask around and see if anyone saw him leave." She hung up and turned to Sam.

"Sam, Martin seems to have left Danny stranded. Go out there and pick him up."

Sam nodded, grabbed her keys, and left.