A/N: So, here's chapter 6. It's longer than the last one, as I promised. I used a few terms which are used in German (especially near the beginning); I don't know if it's possible to use those in English. If not, tell me, and I'll correct it.

Dedicated to: missusmesser (I am really, really sorry for making you cry all the time, I'll try and add some lighter moments :)), rabbitmonkey (maybe you'll actually get to read about his death, who knows?), Rose Ray (where did you learn German? School?), SusanWATfan, berta 101, higherbeingfriendsfan (yeah, I think I've got too much time to write stories, maybe I should go out and get some friends ;)), bdoney (I believe that people in a coma still recognize their surroundings, so I thought about maybe writing a chapter from Martin's point of view), lapmal (I'll try to keep him alive) and fairygurl 621

Chapter 6

"Did you know about this?"

The question was unexpected. Danny had been deep in thought when Jack spoke, but the words made him look up. His boss was standing there, coffee in hand and staring at him with an accusing look. The last half hour since Samantha had left Jack had been pacing along the corridor restlessly. It seemed that he had finally decided to just give voice to what was bothering him the whole time.

Danny didn't know exactly what he was asking. Jack had posed his question like he was merely picking up from a lull in conversation, but seeing as no one had said anything for the last thirty minutes, the younger man just shot him a questioning glance. "What do you mean 'Did you know about this'? Did I know about what?"

Jack looked like he was rethinking the question. Obviously he had thought Danny would catch up to what he was saying immediately. "Did you know about...," he hesitated, "... about Sam. And Martin. Being engaged."

Seeing the look on Danny's face he quickly added, "You know, I was just wondering about it. It surprised me hearing Samantha say she was his fiancée."

Danny didn't quite believe that Jack was merely curious. He seemed extremely shocked at the thought of them being engaged. "I didn't know about it either. But I guess it's possible, I mean, they have been dating for... what is it now, ten months?"

Jack was stunned. He had learned about their relationship only a few weeks ago. Of course they had been dating before, but ten months? He tried not to look too envious or angry and just said, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He turned around and started pacing again.

Ten months. Ten months.

Ten months!

The thought just wouldn't leave his mind. Ten months – of course it was possible that Martin had proposed. Samantha had been very happy during the last few months. Happier than he had ever seen her, in fact.

He was glad that she had been doing better. She had to go through a lot in the last few years. And now it seemed like she was finally happy. He was relieved, but at the same time... jealous.

Somehow he had always hoped that when his divorce was through, they could get back together. He had hoped that he would be the man who made her happy, the man who brought that wonderful smile to her face.

But as he thought about it rationally, it dawned upon him that he could have never been the man to make her really happy. Of course, he was divorced now, so he was free to be with her, but there were still rules which forbid relationships between a supervisor and one of his agents within the FBI. They would have never been able to be together in public.

So what Samantha really needed was a man who cared about her, a man who was there for her whenever she was living through bad times and needed someone to take care of her, even if she was reluctant to accept any help. What she needed was a man who sincerely loved her.

What she needed was a man like Martin.

Martin could giver her what he, Jack, couldn't. What he would never be able to. He prayed that Martin would be okay, because he wasn't sure that, if Martin died, Samantha would ever recover from the loss

Samantha sat on her chair, her head resting on her arms. She had been sitting there for at least one hour, watching Martin as he slept (or whatever you would call it if someone's in a coma), when she finally got too tired to stay upright. All the exhaustion from worrying about Martin and crying about what could possibly happen came crashing down on her.

So now she was lying on the white sheet, her head resting on Martin's arm, never loosing contact. She thought that, if she would keep touching him, he would know she was there.

And, if she was being truthful, she didn't want to stop feeling the warmth of his skin, fearing that she would maybe never again be able to. Her eyes were open, she didn't try to sleep because she knew she wouldn't be able to. No matter how exhausted she was, until Martin woke up, she wouldn't sleep.

Suddenly she thought she felt a small twitch. Her head shot up and she stared at his face. "Martin?"

Nothing.

"Martin, can you hear me?

"Martin."

Nothing. Just a trick her tired mind had played on her.

She lay down again, waiting.

Waiting for Martin to wake up.

"Jack?"

"Yeah."

"Did you call Martin's parents to tell them what happened?"

Jack turned around to look at Danny. The younger agent looked extremely pale, and dark circles had formed under his eyes. He hadn't slept since he had arrived at the hospital, meaning he had been awake for nearly 24 hours now. Jack was concerned. Danny had also been hurt in the shooting, even if he wasn't showing any outward signs of pain or discomfort. It had been a through and through, but nevertheless it could be a dangerous injury if not properly taken care of. He had to rest, or at least eat something.

"I called his father's office after you phoned me, but I only reached his secretary. I left a message, telling him to call me ASAP."

"He didn't call yet?"

"No."

Danny looked at his watch. 3.18 a.m. He looked at Jack again. "Maybe I should go call him. I mean you don't like each other very much, and he doesn't seem to want to talk to you. But he needs to know what happened." He got up slowly, but a sharp pain rose in his arm. His face twisted in pain and he touched the dressing on his left arm.

Jack quickly stepped towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder. When Danny looked up he saw deep concern etched on his boss's face.

"I'm okay. Really."

Jack didn't believe him. "I know you're not okay. You were shot, you didn't sleep since last night and you didn't eat anything. If you don't stay where you are I am going to call a nurse and tell her to sedate you so that you can get some rest."

Danny was surprised to hear how determined Jack's voice sounded, but at the same time he got angry. Was Jack seriously trying to tell him what to do? "Listen, I'm really okay. I don't need to sleep, or eat, or anything. I'm fine. What I really need to do right now is to call Martin's parents and tell them their son was shot and that he might quite possibly die tonight." His voice grew angry. "So would you please let go of me?"

"No." Danny stared at him.

"Danny, I know how you're feeling right now, just-"

"You have no fucking idea of how I'm feeling!" Danny yelled. As Jack neither moved, nor took his hand away from Danny's arm, he only grew more enraged. "So don't give me this bullshit now! I don't need your pity!"

He stepped back so Jack's hand finally left its position on his right shoulder. "Just leave me alone!"

Jack didn't even flinch. He listened to everything Danny hurled at him without reacting. Instead he just stepped forward, again putting his hand on Danny's arm and saying "Danny."

"Fuck off!" Tears started streaming down Danny's face. He wasn't able to control his emotions any longer. Everything was just too much. Jack was right, and he knew it, but he didn't want be rational right now, he didn't want to listen. All he wanted to do was punch something, to alleviate some of the tension and fear that was gnawing at him.

He nearly collapsed, only held upright by Jack who caught him and dragged him to a nearby chair. Tears rushed down his cheeks, wetting the collar of his shirt, but he didn't care. Neither did he care that he was completely breaking down in front of his boss and friend. He let out all the emotions which he had bottled up the whole time he had been trapped in the waiting area. And Jack seemed to understand. He just sat there and held him until the sobs finally stopped.

"It's all my fault." Danny finally managed to get out. "I distracted him when we were standing at the traffic light. If I hadn't we would've seen these guys right away and Martin would not have been shot." His voice cracked.

"Danny, it's not your fault. It is no one's fault. You couldn't help him."

"But I should've at least tried-"

"No. Don't even go there. I know how you're feeling and that you're thinking it's all your fault. I know, because I've been in this situation before." Danny looked at him with a questioning look in his eyes. "During my time in the army one of my comrades was killed on a mission. I tried to take the blame for what happened because I thought that had I made a different choice at any moment, things would have ended differently. It nearly broke me. This wasn't your fault. You could've done nothing to change it, OK?"

Danny nodded. Jack was right. Accusations wouldn't help Martin. He had to be strong. "But what about his parents?" They still didn't know about Martin's condition.

"I'm going to call them. You just stay here. I guess you won't be able to sleep, but at least try."

As Jack got up and walked down the corridor, Danny finally lay down and closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the pictures which kept replaying in his mind.

A/N: One more chapter done. I don't quite know how long this story will be, but I'm slowly running out of ideas. So either I am going to end it soon, or maybe someone had any suggestions about how to go on? Your choice! Review!

Oh, and I think I am going to let you wait a little bit till I post chapter 7... see how many reviews I get :) No, I'm kidding, I hate when people do that. I have some stuff to do, so I don't know when I'll have the time to write. I hope it won't be too long.

Edited 08/11/09