Samantha sat at her desk staring across to Martin's remembering all the things they'd been through as lovers and co-workers, all the cases they worked on together, how many times Martin had saved her life and now she felt helpless to save his.
"Agent Spade?" a voice interrupted her musings.
"Yes?" she looked up to see an agent standing beside her.
"There this girl who keeps calling, she says she knows where Agent Fitzgerald is, but she won't talk to anyone but Agent Taylor."
"Really? Danny's out right now." Sam heart jumped at the thought of finding Martin. "Put her through and I'll see if I can get her to talk to me."
"Okay," he patched the line to Sam's phone.
"And could you get Agents Malone and Johnson out here, please?" she put the line one speakerphone as the agent left.
"Hello"
"I need to speak to Agent Taylor!" a young girl said, exasperated.
"This is Agent Spade, I am a colleague of Agent Taylor's, you can talk to me," Sam tried.
"No, I really need to talk to Agent Taylor!" the girl whined.
Jack and Vivian walked into the bullpen; Jack was on his cell phone telling Danny to get back to the office. Jack held up his hand, his fingers spread out, saying that Danny would be back in five minutes.
"Agent Taylor is out of the office right now, but he'll be back soon, can you stay on the phone with me?" Sam said kindly.
"Yeah. What'd say your name was?"
"Agent Spade."
"Sam?"
Samantha looked up at Jack and Vivian, shock in her eyes.
"Samantha Spade, is that your name?"
"How do you know that?" Sam tried to keep the shock out of her voice.
"He said you were his friend."
"Who?" knowing who she meant.
"He said I should talk to Danny Taylor."
"But you just said that he said I was his friend, won't be okay to talk to me?"
"Umm…maybe, I don't know."
Just then Danny came running into the room.
"I really think I should talk to Danny Taylor."
"I'm here," Danny said, out of breath. "I'm Danny Taylor."
"He said I should talk to you," the girl said shyly.
"Who said that?" Danny asked.
"Fitzy," she paused. "He said you were his friend."
"Fitzy said that?" Danny made no effort to keep the smile out of his voice.
"Un-huh," she giggled slightly. "He said you called him that."
"Yeah, I did," Danny was grinning. "I call him 'Marty' sometimes, too."
"You are Danny Taylor!" she exclaimed. "You need to come down here, fast! I'm scared he might try to kill him!" the girl sounded quite distressed.
"Now, calm down, who's going to kill who?" Danny asked calmly.
"That awful man, he's going to kill Fitzy!"
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause I ran away and he'll be mad!"
"Just calm down, what's your name?"
"Janey."
"Janey Doe?"
"Yes! Now hurry! Before something bad happens!"
"Okay Janey, calm down, we're coming. Call you tell me where you are?" Danny questioned.
"Umm, the south Bronx, I think."
"Are you calling from a pay phone? Or-"
"No, I have Martin's cell phone."
The group exchanged glances and Jack headed for the tech room to get them tracking the cell.
"Okay Janey, that's good, we're tracking you now, it's going to take a little while."
"Okay."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess."
"Good," Danny tried to keep her calm for the few minutes it took to track her.
"Okay, we've got her, she's in the south Bronx, like she said," Jack said.
"Okay, Janey we're coming to get you."
"Please, don't hang up, I'm scared," she pleaded.
"How 'bout you hang up and I'll call you right back on my cell, so I can talk to you while I'm driving, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay, hang up now and I'll call you back."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye," Danny already had his cell phone and had hit the speed dial for Martin's cell.
Janey answered the phone on the first ring. "Agent Taylor?"
"Yep, it's me! Just call me 'Danny'."
"Okay."
"Can you tell me how Martin is?"
"Well, he kinda got shot…"
"Yeah, we know," Danny said climbing into the passenger side of Sam's car. Vivian and Jack got into his car.
"How'd you know?"
Danny explained how he knew. "So, how is he?"
"Oh, well the bullet went through his shoulder and I banged him all up and stopped the bleeding."
"That's good, Janey, you probably saved his life."
"Yeah, I know that man was just going to shot him again after he fell down the stairs, but I talked him out of it. He hit his head real hard, too when he fell and his leg, I think."
"But he's okay?"
"Yeah, just a little banged up."
"Good," Danny put hand over the phone and lent over whispered to Sam. "Martin's okay"
"Thank God," she said as continued to follow the convoy of FBI cars driving through the south Bronx looking for signs of the girl.
"Danny?"
"I'm here."
"I think I can hear you, I hear sirens."
"That's us, where are you, exactly?"
"Oh, no," she sounded worried.
"What's wrong?"
"Their coming to get me! Hurry!" he heard the phone drop
"Janey?" he called, "Janey! Shit, I lost her."
As they continued Danny kept his eyes on the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of Janey. His watchful eye caught movement off to the side; he turned to see a young girl running hard from a group of boys.
"Sam! There she is!"
"I see her!" Sam said as she pulled the car out of the convoy and after the girl.
"Pull ahead of them," Danny instructed.
Sam did as Danny said driving the car passed the running girl and stop it, Danny jumped out before the car had come to a stop.
He ran across the road as Janey was running up the sidewalk and his timing was perfect, he caught her. Sam ran across the road her ID and gun drawn scaring the boys away.
Janey, not realizing that the man that held her was the same one she'd been talk with on the phone and fought him with all her strength.
Danny held her as best he could try to calm her all the while. "Easy, easy! I'm here to help you!"
Before Danny could do anything, before Sam could get close enough to help, Janey reached in to Danny's coat and pulled out his gun and pointed it at him.
"Stay away from me!" she yelled pointing the gun at Danny's chest.
Sam immediately pointed her gun at Janey.
"Janey, put the gun," Danny said calmly. "We're not going to hurt you."
"We're here to help you," Sam added.
Jack who had been leading the convoy had noticed Sam and Danny's absence and turned around and were driving up as Janey was pointing a gun at Danny. Jack and several other agents jumped out of their cars and pulled out guns all pointing at Janey.
"Drop the gun!" Jack yelled at her.
Janey stood, frozen in fear. "Y-you wouldn't really shoot me, would you?"
"You're pointing a gun at one of my agents and-" Jack began.
"Agents?" she looked Danny up and down. "Where your badge?"
Danny pulled his coat out of the way to show her his badge hanging on a chain around his neck.
"No," Janey said, annoyed. "Like this," she pulled Martin's ID out of her pocket and showed Danny.
Danny slowly reached into his coat and pulled the ID from his pocket, holding it out from the girl to see.
She lowered the gun and stepped closer the Danny. "I'm sorry," she gave him the gun. "I'm sorry," she was crying now.
"Shh, it's okay, now," Danny caught her as her legs gave way. He carried her to a low rock wall and put her on it. "Janey, where's Martin?"
"Umm, I'm not sure, I ran for so long," she could hardly hold her head up.
Jack, Sam and Viv were hovering near by listening.
"Which way did you come from?" Danny asked patiently.
She pointed up the street, "That way," she started to cry. "It's all my fault, it's been hours, we might be too late!" she sobbed as Danny held her close to him.
"We can't think like that, we have to be brave," he smiled at her.
"I can't be brave anymore," she stared down at Martin's ID still in her hand. "He was the only one who ever cared," she whispered.
"Is, he is the only one who cares and that not true, I care," Danny said looking her in the eye.
"So, do I," Sam echoed Danny's efforts.
"We all care, Janey," Jack said, "look around you."
Janey looked around at all the FBI agent gather around.
"We wouldn't be here if we didn't care, but right now we need your help," Jack told her his voice kind.
"You can be our newest teammate," Danny grinned, taking the chain with his badge off and putting it over Janey's head.
She looked down at the badge and back up to Danny, tears in her eyes. "It's this way," she said jumping down and starting down the side walk with all the FBI agents following her. After a little while she stumbled and Danny realized that she was barefoot and her feet were already bleeding from running.
"Come here," he beckoned, squatting down offering to let her ride on his back, she climbed on his back, and the group started walking again, the pace quicker now.
After a long walk Janey told them to stop. "That's it!" she cried from over Danny's shoulders. "That's the one there," she was pointing to an old run down house.
"Are you sure?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, yeah! Martin's in that room right there!" she pointed to a window at the top of the building.
Danny took Janey off the side out of the way as Jack started preparing the group to go in the building.
"You're going need to stay out of the way, alright"
"Okay."
"You just stay here, while we go in and get Martin, okay?"
She nodded.
Danny started to walk away.
"Danny!" she called him back. "There's another way in, 'round back there's a fire escape that goes all the way to the ground."
"Okay, thanks," he hurried off to join up with the others and then ran around back.
The group of agents moved quietly into the building clearing rooms as they worked their way up.
At least they found the room at the top of the building where Randy Vice was holding Martin. They kicked the door down and entered the room to found Vice hold Martin with one arm and point a gun at his head with the other.
"FBI! Drop the gun!" Jack yelled.
"Back off or I'll kill him!" Vice spat back.
"You kill him and I'll kill you," Jack returned, gun aimed at his head. "You alright, Martin?"
"Yeah, I'm sure I've had better days, though," the wounded agent replied.
Jack grinned.
"If you don't back off he'll never see another day!" Vice yelled backing up.
Jack told his people to back down a little, because what Vice could see was Danny creeping up on him from behind. Danny made no sound as he walk up and push his gun barrel into the back of Vice's head.
"Drop the gun," Danny said softly, but with anger in his voice.
The kidnapper didn't move.
"Drop it or I'll put a round in your head," Danny said, his voice low and threatening.
"You wouldn't just shot me," Vice looked at Jack, but spoke to Danny.
"That's my best friend's head you're hold a gun to and if you don't drop that gun I'm going to drop you and I could give a damn what kind of trouble I'll get in, as long as he's alive."
Vice believed that and dropped the gun; Jack kept his gun on him as two other agents cuffed him.
Danny took a hold of Martin and pulled him away, but Martin's hurt leg wouldn't hold him any longer and Danny had to lower him to the ground, Sam came to their aid.
"You okay, brother?" Danny asked, worry in his dark eyes.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Martin answered voice steady but in obvious pain.
"Oh God, Martin," Sam ran her hand through his messy hair, "you look like hell." She laughed slightly as she leaned down to hug him burying her face in his good shoulder; he put his left arm around her. Danny hugged him from the other side and leaned his head gently against Martin's. Jack and Vivian both were watching the younger agents' reunion from across the room, Martin looked up at them and they smiled at him.
Martin never felt more loved in all his life, then he did right then. This was his family. A girlfriend, a brother and surrogate parents. They were his family and they'd saved him. Family? Family!
"Janey!" Martin jumped startling Sam and Danny. "Where's Janey is she alright?"
"Take it easy, Little Brother, she's fine, she's just outside waiting for us," Danny told him.
Martin relaxed as the paramedics came in and carefully loaded him on to a gurney and took him out of the building, Sam and Danny never leaving his side.
Janey was waiting just outside the building, when they wheeled Martin out she ran up to him.
"Martin!" she hugged him. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine," he smiled. "How about you?"
The paramedics started moving again, Janey, Sam and Danny walked with them.
"I'm fine; they patched me up while we were waiting for them to get you out."
"We really need to get him to a hospital," the paramedics said.
"You be good," Martin told Janey.
"I've just got one thing I need to do," she said softly.
Martin looked at her quizzically.
Janey looked up at Danny and Sam; they were busy talking with the paramedics. "Just a little unfinished business," she lifted her shirt just a little and Martin saw his own gun tucked in her pants, but didn't react fast enough to stop her as she scurried away.
Martin watched in shock as she ran up to the car Vice was in and pulled out the gun.
"No! Janey, no!" Martin yelled, everyone looked at him as Janey pulled trigger. All eyes turned towards the girl as she tore off down the road, several agents in hot pursuit.