A/N: Next chapter done! This one I wrote at daylight, so maybe there will be a proper ending this time (I don't know yet, just wrote the beginning). Until now, it's Danny's POV, but I will write a bit of Martin's POV either. So everyone gets what he wants ;).

Dedicated to: missusmesser (no need to pay me, but thanks. Here is Europe, Germany to be specific), csigirlie156 (as long as you don't want to put me through this meat grinder of yours, do as you please :)), berta101 (Thanks, means a lot to me that you like it so much), lapmal (just wnt back to S/D/J), higherbeingfriendsfan (I didn't know how to describe someone nearly dying, but I thought light and darkness would be best to do so) and Muzzy-Olorea (Thanks, really like to hear my English's quite good)

Chapter 9

Danny was pacing up and down the corridor. The waiting drove him mad. Again, for the hundredth time, he looked at his watch. 3.12 p.m. Why did it take Martin so long to wake up? The doctor had said he had to wake up during the next 24 hours. Now 13 hours (not counting the almost 4 hours they had been waiting while Martin was in surgery) had already passed and nothing had happened.

He watched Jack, who was fast asleep on one of the chairs. At least one of them was able to sleep. His thoughts drifted off, and he remembered the conversation they had had when Jack returned from calling Martin's parents.

FLASHBACK

Danny is sitting with his head in his hands. As he hears footsteps getting closer he looks up to see Jack coming towards him. He wants to get up, but Jack motions to him to sit down again.

"What happened? Why did it take you so long?"

Jack looks at him with an angry expression. "I called his fathers office, but I only got to talk to his secretary again. I said it was really urgent, still she didn't tell me where he were, only that he wouldn't be at his office for several days. So I got really angry and told her that his son's been shot and that she should give me a goddamn number so I could call him. Turned out his parents are on a vacation and he told his secretary only to pass on the number if it was really important."

Danny is shocked as he hears this. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. His son's boss doesn't seem to be very important to him, even if he has to talk to him ASAP. But the secretary seemed pretty shocked to hear about Martin and gave me the number. I talked to Victor and he said they were on Hawaii, visiting an old friend. They are several hours away from the next airport, but they'll come over as soon as possible."

"But that's not soon enough, they should be here tonight!"

"I don't think they'll be, though."

END OF FLASHBACK

He still couldn't quite belive it. Martin was badly hurt and would possibly not make it through the night and his parents were taking a vacation. Jack had told him that Martin's mother nearly freaked out when she heard about Martin, but his father had stayed calm. 'Bastard' He thought, 'Your son's dying here and you prefer to be on a vacation."

He couldn't believe how someone could care so little about his children. It didn't seem like Martin really had the great childhood Danny always thought he had. Of course they had gotten to know each other during the nearly 2 years of working together, actually they had become good friends, but neither of them ever talked about their childhood. Danny always thought Martin had had a great life, getting everything he want, having parents who were there for him and cared about him, but the reality seemed to be quite different.

When he had first met Martin and Samantha told him that he was the son of the Deputy Director, Danny had thought of him being a rich, spoiled snob. Martin had proved this first impression as being completely wrong, but they still they had some problems to get around. Now was the first time that Danny got an impression of exactly how bad it had to be to be the son of the Deputy Director. There always were and always would be people who had prejudices. His whole life Martin had to fight to prove them wrong. And now he would maybe die and his father didn't really care.

Anger started welling up inside him and he just wanted to punch something, punch Martin's dad for making life so hard for him, punch all the people for having prejudices. He stopped pacing and threw Jack a short glance. All he wanted to do was to go and see Martin and he didn't think Jack would approve. But as his boss seemed to be fast asleep he quietly walked down the corridor to the door through which Samantha had gone earlier. He tried to get a look into the room, but it was rather dark and he couldn't see anything at all. So he slowly pushed the door open and entered into the room.

Samantha was lying on the bed next to Martin, apparently asleep. He didn't want to wake her up, as she really needed to sleep. So he carefully closed the door and tiptoed to the bed to look at Martin closely. His partner lay on the white sheet, extremely pale and dark circles around his eyes. Samantha's head rested on her arms, but her hand tightly held onto Martin's, as if she didn't want to loose contact.

They looked so peaceful, just laying there, holding hands. But he knew that the image was fake. The truth was that this maybe was there last night together and they weren't even able to talk. He knew what Martin still wanted to tell Samantha, and he was pretty sure that Samantha had to say several things herself. It nearly broke his heart, seeing them like this. They were together, but at the same time, they were apart.

"You have to wake up, partner," He whispered, trying not to wake Samantha "You hear that? You have to wake up.

"For her."

Martin woke up as he thought he heard the door closing. He wondered who would probably enter his room. Or had Samantha gone away? He started to panick. She couldn't just leave him!

Then he felt the touch of her soft and warm hand over his, and he relaxed. She hadn't left him. But who else would come into his room? A doctor?

He listened to the sounds and was pretty sure that this time a man had entered. The person stepped closer to his bed, but didn't say anything for several minutes. Then he heard Danny's voice telling him to wake up, to wake up for Samantha.

Anger started welling up inside him. Again, someone was in his room, someone he desperately wanted to talk to, but again his body kept limp. He cursed himself for being so weak, silently yelling to Danny that he was awake, that he could hear what he had said and that he wanted to wake up.

Nothing. Just nothing.

His body was so exhausted from doing nothing at all (obviously even thinking was too much) that he slowly drifted off into the darkness again.

A/N: OK, it didn't really become an end again (to be honest, I started writing in the morning, but now it's 11.28 p.m. again, so it's the third late night chapter), but I guess chapters shouldn't really have an end, except for the last one. So you'll probably have to wait.

I know I wrote at the end of chapter 6 that I am going to end it soon, but it doesn't really work. When I start to write a new chapter the ideas keep coming and I just have to write them down. So I don't really have a clue how long I will go on with this one, guess you'll see...