A/N: OK, here's chapter 2. Would have updated earlier, but there was a thunderstorm yesterday and I had to turn off my computer so... Well here it is. Thanks a lot for your great reviews! And thanks for reassuring me about my English (Susan and Sam rules); I'll try to correct my mistakes. The second and third chapter are a little more MS, but I'll try to put more DM into it as I saw you liked it (this goes out to fairygurl, Sam rules and thecheekymelly)

To Zonya: I guess you were right about Danny, but I wanted to create some DM interaction and with both of them badly injured it wouldn't have been possible.

To higherbeingfriendsfan: Maybe I'll let Danny tell the others, we'll see. But thanks for the idea!

There's some medical stuff in the next two chapters. First, I'm no doctor so I don't know if any of it is possible; second, I don't have a dictionary with medical terms, so if I made mistakes, correct me please.

Dedicated to: lapmal, higherbeingfriendsfan, Sam rules, fairygurl621, bdoney, SusanWATfan, Zonya, thecheekymelly

Chapter 2

"He flatlined!" The EMT shouted.

"Martin! Come on, don't dare dyin' on me! Not now!" Danny was panicking.

"Sir, I need you to move."

Danny looked at the EMT, not knowing what to do. He wanted to help, so he released Martin's hand and moved backwards. The EMT got the paddles out and shocked Martin.

Nothing.

He tried it again.

Nothing. The monitor still continued with the same long, monotonous beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

It drove Danny mad. Why couldn't he just turn it off? Again the EMT tried, and this time, something changed. The shrill, continous beeeeeep turned into slow, but regular beeps.

"I got a pulse!" He said. "He's back!"

"Oh my god..." Tears were still streaming down Danny's face, but now they were tears of joy. "Hey partner, you like scaring the shit out of me, huh?" He grabbed Martin's hand and squeezed it tightly. "You stay with me now, understand?"

Martin looked horrible, but he was alive. Danny knew that his condition could change every second, but for now, he was alive. That was all that mattered.

Danny was going insane. During the ten minutes he had been standing outside the glass doors of this ER room, Martin hat flatlined twice. Each time the doctors had managed to bring him back, but he knew that the electroshocks from the paddles could do severe damage to the heart if it happened too often.

Right now, Martin was wheeled out of the room, surrounded by doctors and nurses. "Where are you taking him?" He asked as he ran after the doctors.

"Sir, you'll have to stay here, we're taking him to the OR, you are not allowed there. Just wait here, we'll inform you as soon as possible." A doctor explained.

One of the nurses took him by the arm and led him to a bench near the elevators. He tried to protest, but the nurse pushed him down and said, "Sir, you were shot. You need medical treatment. Just sit for a minute, I'll go get a doctor to take a look at your arm."

"No, I'm fine, I wanna go with..."

The elevator doors closed and Martin was out of sight. He realized that he couldn't help Martin right now, so he decided that maybe the nurse was right. He hadn't thought about it since he got into the ambulance, but now that he became aware of the injury again he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his left arm. The doctors would take care of Martin. He couldn't help him right now. He was the one who needed help.

So when the nurse returned with a doctor he did as he was told and followed them to a room where the doctor took care of his arm.

"Malone."

"Jack, it's Danny."

After the doctor had finished checking his arm – as he'd suspected, it was a through and through that merely needed cleaning up, a bandage and a couple days without any strain – Danny had gone up to the OR area to find Martin. The only thing the nurse had told him was that he was still in surgery. He sat there for a few minutes and suddenly it hit him that neither Jack nor Sam knew about the shooting yet. He pulled out his cell and dialed Jack.

"Danny, I was getting worried. I tried to call your cell twice, first time no one answered, second time it was turned off."

"Yeah, well, I guess... you should be worried." Danny replied slowly.

"What do you mean? What happened? Are you OK?" Jack's gruff voice sounded concerned.

"We were involved in a shooting."

"What?!"

"A van stopped us at a traffic light, two guys got out and started shooting at once. I got down to avoid the bullets and next thing I remember the van and Adisa Teno are gone."

"Are you hurt?"

"I was hit in the upper arm, but it was a through and through. I'm okay."

"What about Martin?" By the sound of Danny's voice Jack could tell that something was extremely wrong.

"Well, he wasn't so lucky. He was hit twice, once in the stomach and once in the chest." Danny could hear Jack inhale sharply. "I rode to the hospital with him, he flatlined once in the ambulance and twice while in ER. He's in surgery, but... I just… I don't know, Jack..."

Jack could hear that Danny was on the verge of tears. If Danny was crying it had to be really bad. "Hey, just relax Danny boy. Everything's gonna be fine, okay? I'll call Sam and then I'll get down there as soon as possible. Just calm down, will you?"

"'Kay." Danny managed to say. Although he knew that he was scared to death Jack seemed to be cool and his voice was comforting. Jack knew what to do, he would get down here and take care of everything.

Danny told Jack which hospital they were at and where to find him; Jack hung up with the assurance, "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Samantha fumbled with her keys and tried to open her door. She shifted the grocery bags in her arm and her keys fell to the floor.

"Damn it," she hissed.

She bent down and retrieved her keys, then finally managed to open the door. As she entered her apartment, the phone started ringing.

"Damn it," She hissed again. She'd only been home for a second and already someone was calling her. "Don't you dare call me in, Jack. I don't want to go back to work right now, I just wanna sleep," she muttered.

She put the grocery bags on the coffee table, threw her keys next to the bags and grabbed the phone. Looking at the caller ID, she recognised the number of Jack's cell. "Fuck," She swore. For a second she toyed with the idea of simply ignoring it; she could claim him she hadn't been at home when he asked about her whereabouts the next day, but then thought better of it. With Viv out and Martin and Danny busy transporting Adisa Teno, she knew there was no one else he could call in for a new case. Besides, if she didn't answer her home phone he'd try her cell, and there was really no good excuse why she wouldn't answer that phone either seeing as she carried it around with her everywhere; it was a necessity of the job.

"Hey Jack, please don't tell me you need me at the office. I'm really tired and I just want to go to-,"

"Sam, just listen. Come to Memorial hospital as soon as possible. Okay?"

"What happened? Is Viv okay?" Her thoughts were jumbled as she though of the colleague and friend. Jack had called her to inform her that everything went well, but there was always the possibility of complications arising.

"Just get down here, I'll explain when you arrive," Jack said.

"Wait, Jack tell me-," but he had already hung up.

Samantha looked around frantically in search of Jack. The nurse down at the reception area had told her she should go to the third floor, but she couldn't see her boss anywhere. She went to the nurse's station where an elderly woman was sitting, reading some kind of report.

"Excuse me, I am looking for a man, 42, about my height, dark hair? He's with the FBI. Have you seen him?" She spoke very fast.

"Yeah, Jack Malone, right?" Samantha nodded, "Just go down the corridor, he's near the operation theatre."

Operation theatre? That didn't sound good. 'Oh God, I hope Viv's all right,' She thought frantically.

Samantha ran down the long white corridor, horrible thoughts swirling around her head. She saw Jack standing near a glass door, a styrofoam cup of coffee in his hands, his face pale and worn.

"Jack," she called as she ran toward him. He raised his head at the sound of her voice. His eyes were red, whether from tears of exhaustion she couldn't tell, but it was obvious that he was scared.

"What happened? Why didn't you tell me on the phone?" Samantha asked, finally coming to a halt.

Jack turned to his left and as she followed his line of sight she saw Danny sitting on a chair in a waiting area. His face was pale, his eyes red and swollen – it was obvious that he had been crying – and there was a bandage covering his upper left arm. She hurried towards him and he got up to face her.

"Danny, what happened? Are you OK?" She was scared now.

"I'm fine. It was a through and through," He added as she looked at his arm quizzically.

She looked at his face with a horrorstruck expression on her face. "You were shot? But you and Martin were just-" Her eyes widened with shock. Martin. He wasn't here.

"Martin... where's Martin... where... Oh my God Danny..." She felt tears creep up her eyes. He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be. She never had the time to explain herself, tell him why she did what she did... she didn't even say goodbye.

Danny looked at her and grabbed her upper arms. "He's not dead."

Relief washed over her face. "But where is he?" She was still concerned.

Danny hesitated. "Tell me," She demanded.

"Well... he, he was shot.

"Twice."

Samantha closed her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face. She just couldn't believe it.

"He's still in surgery, but... I guess... " Danny couldn't go on.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "It doesn't look too good right now." She finished his sentence. Danny just nodded. He too was crying. She stepped forward and he pulled her close, hugging her tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder and started sobbing.

A/N: You see, Martin didn't die. I wouldn't have let him die though, …at least not now.

Edited 08/11/09