Martin was taken to the nearest Hospital, Sam stayed with him all night, but Danny, at Martin's insistence, stayed out most the night looking for Janey, who had managed to get away, again.
The doctor told her that the gunshot was a through-and-through, he had a small fracture in his leg and had a mild concussion, but he'd be fine.
In the morning a nurse managed to talk Sam into leaving to get herself some breakfast. As she was headed back to Martin's room her cell phone rang.
"Spade," she'd tried to keep the tears out of her voice.
"Hey, it's Jack, how's he doing?"
"Fine, I guess, about the same."
"Okay, well, we're going to be out here awhile, so call us if something changes."
"Okay."
"And, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Martin's parents are on their way there."
"Okay, thanks."
"I just thought I should warn you."
Samantha walked quietly back into the room and sat down by Martin's side taking his hand in hers. He was sleeping, with his right arm in a sling and an IV coming out of his other arm.
She sat with him; holding and stroking his hand as he slowly woke up, silently she watched him blink his eyes repeatedly.
"Martin?" she called gently.
Ever so slowly Martin turned his head to look at her. "Sam?" he whispered softly.
Sam's face lit up as a smile spread across her lips. She held his free hand in her left as her other hand rubbed up and down his arm.
"How are you feeling?"
He wrinkled up his nose making a face.
"That good?' she laughed slightly.
"Well, you know…"
"Yeah, I know," Sam looked down, tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Sam?" he asked, concerned.
"I-I was just so worried," she whispered, not meeting his gaze.
Still holding her hand in his free one he raised it up to brush a tear from her cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry, Sam," she looked up at him. "I wasn't thinking, I thought I could save her," he dropped his gaze this time. "I didn't mean to make you or anyone else worry, I didn't think that there would be any danger in that building, I was only expecting a scared little girl, I'm sorry."
Sam put Martin's hand on her cheek and held it with both her hands. "It's okay, Martin, you're safe now and don't worry about Janey, we'll find her," she gave him a smile, which he returned both dimples showing. Martin gently rubbed his thumb along Sam cheek while looking tenderly into her eyes.
"Thanks, Sam."
"You're welcome," she leaned over to kiss him.
She meant only to give him a quick kiss but once her lips touched his she was unable, and unwilling, to release him. Her mouth moved on his as she moved herself closer to him, seriously considering climbing on to the bed with him. His hand was still on her face while her hands moved over him, one hand came to rest on the back of his neck holding he in place, her other hand found its way to the slightly exposed skin of his shoulder. She played there a minute before moving to the other shoulder.
"Ouch!" he pulled away as she accidentally put pressure on his wounded shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said, backing away, slightly dazed.
"It's alright," he gently rubbed the wound.
Sam stepped back farther, but Martin reached out to her. "It's okay, Sam," he told her, hand outstretched. She stepped towards him, taking his hand and sitting down beside the bed again, reaching out with her other hand she rubbed his hurt shoulder softly, he smiled his thanks.
"How's the search going?" he questioned.
"They're still looking," she answered.
"I have to get out of here," he tried to sit up.
Sam held him down by putting her hand on his good shoulder this time. "You're not going anywhere."
"But I know where she is," he complained quietly, closing his eyes.
"You do, where?"
"It won't matter if I can't go, I don't think she'd back down to anyone else," he said, head laid back on the pillow, eyes still closed.
"Martin, if you know where-"
"It won't do any good if I'm not there," he interrupted softly.
"Martin, I think that somebody else could-"
"No, it won't do any good," he cut her off again.
"Martin," she said sternly, loosing her penitence.
"Sam, I just spent the last 30 hours with her, she trusts me now, so won't listen to anyone else."
"Martin," she said calmer.
"She's got my gun, Sam!" he rose his voice a little louder than the whispers he'd been speaking in. "If anything happens to her, it's my fault. I have to be there," his voice went soft again.
Before Samantha could speak another word there was a knock at the door. She looked up as Victor Fitzgerald stepped in followed by a woman, who Sam guessed to be Martin's mother.
"Dad?" Martin actually looked confused to see them, "Mom?"
"How are you doing, Son?" Victor asked as Mrs. Fitzgerald hurried to Martin's side and sat down across from Sam.
"I've been better," Martin answered looking his father in the eye.
His mother ran her fingers through his hair. "Martin, we were so worried about you," she said tearfully.
"I'm alright, Mom," he said giving her a smiled, which she returned, both with little dimples showing.
"Did you find her?" Victor questioned a slight frown showing as he saw Sam holding Martin's hand; she noticed him looking and released it, putting her hands in her lap while avoiding his gaze.
"Sort of," Martin replied, now frowning himself.
"Victor," Mrs. Fitzgerald scolded, "he needs to rest."
"I'm fine, really," Martin insisted. "The doctor said I would probably get to go home today."
"You still need to rest, Martin," his mother told him.
Sam could see that Martin was restraining himself from arguing.
Victor walked up to his wife, put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down. "Why don't you go get yourself something to eat?"
She glared up at him.
"I have some work things I need to talk to Martin about."
She stood, smiled down at Martin and ran her hand through his hair one last time. "Don't wear him out, Victor."
"I won't," Victor said whilelooked meaningfully at Samantha.
Sam stood up. "Would you like me to help you find the cafeteria, Mrs. Fitzgerald?" she asked.
She smiled sweetly at Sam. "That would be nice, thank you."
The two women walked out of the room talking. Martin found himself wishing he could hear that conversation.
Victor waited until the door was completely closed before he spoke. "What do you mean you 'sort of' found her?"
"I did find her, but she ran off again," Martin took a deep breath, trying to keep his temper in check.
"After she shot our kidnapper."
"She what?" Victor stared at his son.
"She had my gun, and she shot the kidnapper and then she ran."
Victor continued to look at Martin. "Is he alright?"
"Yeah, she just grazed him."
"That's good."
"Why didn't you tell me?" his son asked quietly, anger bubbling just beneath the surface.
"I was trying to protect you, Martin," he answered watching the fire in his son's blue eyes.
"From what, a little girl?" Martin rebuked, his face clearly showing his anger now.
"I only wanted the best for you, Son," Victor tried to make him understand. "You were just going into college and I did want you to have any…unneeded burdens."
"Oh, is that what I was to you, a burden?" Martin snapped, brows pulled down.
"Of course not," Victor sighed sitting down by the bed. "Martin, you are my son and I care about you."
"You sure have a funny way of showing it," the younger man mumbled.
Victor sighed again rubbing his temples.
Martin took a deep breath. "Does Mom know?"
"No."
"I think you should tell her."
His father looked up at him.
"She has the right to know, and I don't think is my place."
Victor just nodded.
"You're the one whose been sending her money all these years?"
"I thought she might need it," the elder Fitzgerald said.
"She needed a family," Martin replied softly, "and you could have given her one, why didn't you?"
"What would I have told your mother?"
"The truth," Martin stated simply, looking at his father. After pausing to take a deep breath he continued. "She was all alone and all you did was send her money?"
"She was supposed to be with her mother and they didn't have a lot of money, I thought it was the best way to help them."
Martin exhaled. "I don't know what happened to her mother, but Janey's been in and out of foster homes since she was six."
"I didn't know that."
"You're money followed her throughout all of her moves."
"I had a man who took care of it for me, I never did it myself."
Martin sighed again, that didn't surprise him, he rubbed his head with his free hand.
"Does your head hurt?" his father asked.
"Yeah," he closed his eyes as he continued rubbing his forehead.
"I should let you rest," Victor stood, "so if there nothing else…"
"I'm going to find a way to take care of Janey myself, when we find her again," Martin opened his eyes to look his father in the eye.
"If, you find her."
"When," Martin corrected.
There was a knock at the door, it opened and Vivian poked her head in. "Can we come in?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," Victor said, "I was just leaving. You get some rest, Son," he pointed sternly at Martin before he left.
Martin rolled his eyes as Vivian, Jack, Danny and Samantha entered the room, he didn't really like the looks on their faces.
"How ya feeling, Martin?" Jack asked.
"Fine," Martin answered immediately.
None of them would look him in the eye.
"You didn't find her," a statement not a question.
"No, I'm sorry, Martin," Jack said.
Martin threw the blankets off him and started to sit up, Sam was the first to get to him, grabbing a hold of his left arm; they all had moved towards him though.
"Damn it, Sam, I know where she is!" he said gently pulling away from her grip. "I can't just sit here while she's out there all alone, with my gun."
"Sam, it's okay," Jack held up his hand to stop Samantha from trying to regain a grip on Martin. "Why don't you and Viv go see if you can find the doctor while Danny and I help him get dressed?"
The all stared at Jack, Martin included, for a moment before reacting. Slowly Viv and Sam left the room. Quietly Jack and Danny helped Martin into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
The three men waited in silence for a few minutes until Vivian and Samantha came back the doctor and a nurse.
The doctor looked Martin over from head to toe. "Well, I don't see any reason to keep him here, so I'll get the release papers in order," he turned to the nurse. "You want to take that out of him?" he pointed to the IV in Martin's arm. As the doctor left to fill out the paperwork the nurse removed the IV.
After being released Martin, along with, Jack, Sam and Danny piled into Jack's car, Vivian was sent home by Jack. In the car the group sat quietly, Martin and Jack in front, Sam and Danny in the back; they waited for Jack to speak first.
"What's going on, Martin?" the leading agent asked calmly.
"She's in the park," Martin answered softly, "Janey's in Central Park," he looked out the window, not at Jack.
"That's not what I asked," Jack said sternly, turning the car towards the park. "You've been less than up front with us, Martin."
Martin sighed rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "I know, I'm sorry, I was just so confused," he sounded quite upset, his voice low and shaky.
"Martin, we're a team," Jack said softly, "and we're your friends, we want to help you. We know who Janey is, we know why she's so important to you, so tell us what's going on."
Martin let out a soft sigh wondering how exactly they found out everything. "Okay…okay, but we're going to need help to locate Janey."
Jack looked at him.
"I don't know where exactly in the park she is," Martin shrugged.
"How do you even know she's in the park?" his boss asked.
"When we were locked up together she told me that the only memories of her mother were in the park, by a pond," Martin sighed. "She said that whenever she was feeling alone or upset she goes walking in the park trying to found the pond that she remembers her and her mother sitting by."
They were near a north entrance to the park and Jack pulled out his cell. "I'm going to get the NYPD to help as look," he held the phone up to hid ear. "You guys start looking, Samantha, Danny," he looked towards Martin now that they were out of the car. "Don't let him out of your sight," he pointed at Martin.
Samantha and Danny took up flanks on either side of Martin as they started walking down the path into the park, Jack stayed by the car as he called for the PD to come help them search.
Three and half hours later the police were all over the park, Jack was leading a group of agents in a different part of the park, Danny and Sam had Martin resting at a picnic table when Danny got the call.
"Taylor."
"Danny, the PD's found her," Jack said over the line. "You're close to her location," he gave Danny the directions. "She in a tree hanging over a pond, like Martin said."
"Okay, we're on our way." Danny hung up the phone and turned to Sam and Martin. "They found her."
They got up and hurried to the location Jack had given them, when they there the police were all around but staying back from the tree near the pond where Janey was preached.
"She says she'll shoot herself if we get too close," a police officer told them.
"It's okay," Martin said. "She knows us," he started walking slowly towards the pond, Sam and Danny tailing behind him.
Janey was sitting on a tick Willow branch that hung out over the water, looking out towards the other side of the pond at a small footbridge, holding Martin's gun in her hand.
"Janey?" Martin called softly.
She turned her head sharply to look at him, he smiled. She looked him up and down.
"How's your shoulder?" she asked.
"Fine, I'm fine," he looked at her intently. "How are you?"
She just shrugged and looked away.
"Janey, why don't you come down and we'll talk, okay?" he tried.
"We can talk from here," she replied not looking at him.
"Yeah, but I'd feel better if you came down here with me."
"I like it up here."
Martin sighed as he stepped closer to the tree and sat down on a limb. Jack had found his way to the pond by then, he stood back watching Martin try to talk the girl down.
"I can't go back there, Martin," she said staring at the bridge again.
"What if there was another way?" he asked.
"Like what, yet another foster home? I've been doing this for so long I don't think I can do it anymore."
"So you're ready to just end it all?" Martin questioned looking not at her, but at his gun in her hands.
"Why not?" she turned to look at him, "it's not like anyone would care."
"I care!" Martin nearly yelled, causing Janey to jump. "You're not alone, I'm here," he said more calmly.
Janey looked away and turn back to the bridge and after a long silence said: "You see that bridge?" she asked, pointing.
"Yeah."
"That's where my mother died."
The group on the bank looked across the pond.
"I thought you didn't know what happened?" Martin asked after the few minutes it took him to recover from her sudden comment.
"About three months ago I was walking here and I saw it," her eyes never left the small bridge. "And then I remembered," she said nothing for a long time.
"Remembered what, Janey?"
"That my mother was murder there," she pointed to the bridge.
Martin stared down at the ground thinking about what witnessing her own mother's murder had done to her. "That's why you blew out at the Parker's? Because you suddenlyremembered?"
"Yeah," she looked over at him, surprised to see the hurt on his face.
"What happen the night you disappeared, Janey?"
"I just couldn't take it anymore," she said staring at the gun in her hand. "My plans to get that sick man thrown in jail didn't work andI'd been thinking a lot about what happened to my mom, and my dad, too. Why wasn't he in the picture, you know?"
Martin looked down at the ground; his teammates all looked at him, wondering what he was going to do.
"And I guess I just snapped," Janey continued. "I was so angry, that I just started throwing things. Then I threw a big hardcover book at the window and it broke and the bars came loose," she looked towards the bank, at the agents standing there. "I thought that I would go out, not for long, I was just tiered of being caged like an animal all the time, I wanted to see grass andtrees, you know?" she looked at them, hoping they would understand. "I wasn't trying to cause so much trouble, but then that man he found me and well things got a little out of hand," she stared at Martin.
"It's okay now, Janey," Martin said, "why don't you just come down from there now?" he held out his hand.
"No, I can't, they're going to send me to jail for killing that man," she held Martin's gun to her chest.
"You didn't kill him, Janey, you barely nicked him," Martin informed her. "No one is going to jail but him."
"But I shot him," she replied, "and you! They're going to send me to jail for shooting a FBI agent," she tucked Martin's gun under her chin.
"Janey," Martin stood concerned about the locating of the gun. "Put the gun down."
"You know, I don't even like guns," she gave a nervous laugh. "Never thought I'd end up like this."
"Janey, don't be stupid, give me the gun," Martin reached his hand out as far as he could.
"There nothing for me in this world, Martin," Janey looked at him sadly.
"That's not true, there's me," he tried to smile.
"You're sweet, but I'd just be a burden," she managed the smile he couldn't.
That's just what his father had said. "You're not a burden, Janey."
She smiled again. "I'm really sorry about this, but I see no other way."
"Janey, no, give me the gun," he was loosing his cool now.
"I won't hurt anybody else," she turned the gun towards herself.
"Not hurt any one else?" he stared at her. "Think about what having to watching you kill yourself with my gun is going to do to me!" he yelled tears running down his face.
Janey looked at the gun and then up at Martin. She took one look at the tears in his eyes and started silently crying herself. "Why do you care so much, Fitz?"
He looked up at her his blue eyes meeting her greenish ones. "Because…I'm your brother."