A/N: Sorry it took me so long, been a bit lazy lately (vacation starts having his effect on me).

Mmmmhhh… I guess you'll like this: I think I'm finished with it soon! I know, I know, I said it before. At least I think I did, I talked so much in my notes I don't know what I said and what I didn't say. I guess I got a problem with talking too much... mmmmhhh... yeah, I guess I have. Okay, I'm doing it again right now, I'm getting off the subject... Whatever, you'll have to endure it some time more... or you can just not read this (I guess some of you don't, but they don't know I'm talking about them because they don't read it... as I said before... Okay, I'll stop now).

Yeah, what I actually wanted to say: Next week schools over (whooooohoooo!) and I think I'll get very lazy and I'll get a writer's block or something, so I'll try to finish it soon.

Soon probably means this week, because next week from Tuesday to Thursday we've got some project days (dunno what you call it, dunno if you have something like this at all) and then, on Thursday, we're going camping with our classes (party for end of school, but I'm not yet finished with school, still have three more years to go, but some of us leave school already, so we're having a party! Wheeeeeeeee!). I guess I won't get much sleep, so I don't think I'll have time to write.

Okay, guess I talked enough... or too much. Mmmmhh, more like too much.

Okay, okay! I'll stop. Here we go.

Dedicated to: csigirlie156 (come back soon! Every time I read you're reviews it makes me fall off my chair), bdoney (yeah, some chapters are very easy to write, others take me several days), lapmal, Rose Ray(in Germany half of the third season already aired, I hope they'll show the end of it in fall), missusmesser, rabbitmonkey ( I know, it's not good to see you cry, but I like it! that didn't make sense, but whatever), wItHouT a tRacE fReAk (mmmh, you think he should wake up?... okay... maybe...)

Chapter 11

Jack woke up right at the moment Danny entered Martin's room. At first he wanted to call out for him, but realising that he was in a hospital, he didn't think it was quite a good idea. Still, he didn't like the idea of Danny going to see Martin. The younger man hadn't slept while he was waiting, and Jack didn't think he had while Jack was asleep. He couldn't actually remember falling asleep, but his watch told him he had slept nearly 2 hours.

And obviously, nothing had changed yet. Martin still wasn't awake (otherwise he thought Danny would have woken him up to tell him), but neither had he died (if he had, he knew Danny would have woken him up). Jack was getting more and more concerned. Martin was in this coma for almost 14 hours, and the chances got lower and lower. And still, his parents hadn't arrived yet. Victor had told him on the phone that they would get here as soon as possible, but that had been 12 ½ hours ago. He couldn't believe it took them so long to get here.

Silently, he cursed Victor for caring so less about his own son. He had guessed that it had never been easy for Martin to live in the shadow of the Deputy Director, always having to fight about being respected and being able to deal with problems on his own. People never thought he would be a good agent when he first attented the Missing's Person Unit of the FBI. Even his team memebers had thought Martin had only gotten the job because os his father's conncetions.

Jack knew it hadn't been true. He had chosen Martin as a member of his team. The young agent had attracted his attention when he first saw his file. Passed college with distinction, great records from his work with white collar in Seattle, outstanding performance in Quantico and passed all the necessary FBI-tests easily. Seeing the file, he had known this was his man. Of course he had looked through the other files, but none of the other applicants could compete with this one. When he had looked at the name on the file, he had been surprised to see the 'Fitzgerald, Martin' on it.

He had heard about the son of the Deputy Director having a great career within the FBI, and to be honest, it hadn't surprised him very much. Daddy's little boy, getting everything he needs, getting every job he wants, but probably not able to walk on his own feet. A spoiled little baby, just like all the others who got their jobs just because of Daddy.

But this record showed a completely different Martin Fitzgerald than he had imagined. Of course he gotten the call from his supervisors he had been expecting, but he had surprised them with having already made a decision. He had called Fitzgerald the same day he read his file, asking him to come over for an interview. And his hopes weren't destroyed. Because he had met Victor Fitzgerald before he had thought, if his son wasn't as nearly as spoiled as he thought he would be, he would at least be as arrogant as his father was.

He wasn't. It seemed like Martin had gotten all his father's ability's (even if Jack didn't like Fitzgerald, he had to admit that he hadn't gotten his position in the FBI without doing anything, in fact he had done a lot to achieve his glory), but had at the same time missed all his bad character traits. The arrogance, the cold-bloodedness, the unscrupulousness. He was still a rookie, of course he was. Two years white collar couldn't get him all the knowledge an experienced agent had, but he still had a lot of time to learn.

Martin had struggled a lot in his first days within the Missing Person's Unit. Danny hadn't made it easy for him, quite the opposite: he had made it harder. But he hadn't given up. He had fought his way through all the difficultys, all the problems, and he had become a full member of their team.

Danny had learned to trust Martin, that he wasn't in the FBI because of his father, that he deserved to be there as much as he did, and the two of them had gotten close friends. Vivian had liked Martin from the beginning. Jack had seen her act like a mother sometimes she was around him, always caring about him, being there for him, even covering for him in the Reyes case. Jack had had his problems with Martin at first. The young agent had been very hotheaded, and it seemed like, although he tried not to let it come to the surface, not all of his father's arrogance had gone past him without leaving a trace.

Then there was Samantha. The two of them hadn't been very close when Martin joined the team. After Barry Mashburn had kept Samantha hostage, their relationship had gotten closer. Martin had visited her in the hospital very often, telling to her about the cases, about the others, about everything that happened in the office. He knew Samantha couldn't stand it to have to stay in hospital for so long and after she could leave still not being able to go to work immediately. Martin had been a great help for her and Jack was quite sure Samantha even talked to Martin about their affair when Jack said he would go to Chicago with his family.

Like he had said, they had gotten closer. And closer. Very close, obviously. Samantha had been so happy like she had been never before. She had been happy when they had been together. Well, at least when they were alone. He knew he had hurt Samantha every time he had to leave at night to go back to Maria and his kids, every time they had to leave the office seperated not to let the others see what was going on. All the hiding and denying had caused more damage to her already hurt soul. When he finally told her it was over, he was surprised to see her react composed and understanding. But she hadn't been. She had come late to work the following days, sometimes he was quite sure she had been drunk the night before. He had wanted to talk to her, but she kept saying she was alright.

Of course she didn't want to talk to him, but Viv and Danny began to suspect something was wrong. Sometime, Samantha talked to Viv. Jack didn't know wether to be glad about Samantha seeming to get better, or ashamed because of Vivian looking at him like he was the world's biggest asshole. Well, probably he was.

Now Samantha was happy. Finally, after all of her lonely years, without having a family or anyone who truly loved her, Martin had saved her. He had just been there for her, caring about her, loving her. And it was all she needed. All he hadn't been able to give her.

Now it looked like he was leaving her again. And Jack knew she wouldn't be able to deal with it. He had thought about it, replayed the image a thousand times in his mind, and he was sure that Samantha wouldn't cope. Not now, not after everything she had been through, not after seeing how happy she could be with someone who loved her.

Jack got up and started walking down the corridor to Martin's door. He couldn't see much through the blind on the door, and his eyes had to get used to the darkness before he could make out the features of the room. Martin was lying on the bed, pale, fragile, lifeless. It was a horrible picture, seeing his young agent so weak and broken. Then he saw Samantha. She stood next to Martin's bed, hugging Danny with tears streaming down her face. He could hear her sobbing and Danny's attempts to calm her down.

But she just wouldn't. As Jack kept standing there, watching the scene through the slices of the blind, tears started rolling down his own face.

One night. It either saved Martin's life and made all of them get even closer, or it would destroy everything.

IMPORTANT! READ!

A/N: OK, so I think (and hope) I made all of you read this (even the ones who don't read my notes).

I wanted to thank all of you sooooooooooooo much! As I said before, coming home and reading reviews makes my day! Sometimes I've got to laugh so much my mom already thinks I'm going crazy... But it's really, really, really... wonderful to hear you like what I write. I wanted to tell you this because I think I didn't and can't thank you enough!

Maybe, if I go on some time more, I'll even get 100 reviews. I won't write till I get 100, but it would be nice... so, just review! And your allowed to criticise me, I'll be able to handle it! No one did it yet, but at least I think I'll be able to handle it... or I hope.

You see, the babbling comes back again.

SHUT UP ISABELL!

Okay, will do.

BYE!