Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. Not making money off of them

Rating: K+ (Genfic, just a little of violence).

What is it about? A kid is missing, some strange things happened all around and the team have to find out what, why and who is behind all of the...'twisted facts' in the case.

Characters: All of them, well, lets think a little... Oh! I forgot somebody... well, guess you all know who...

Part 1

1 HOUR MISSING...

Today wasn't starting out as one of the best days of his life. That feeling was back, the one that says 'it doesn't matter'; so he went with it, no shaving, no breakfast, might as well let his stomach be as empty as he felt emotionally. He got dressed and went to work as prepared as he could be to face...what? A new case? Another missing child? Another round of asking questions that probably in the end wouldn't matter?

That feeling again, everybody watching him, and looking at him, while trying to pretend they aren't watching him, and looking at him. Yeah, he was late to work, again. He just didn't care; he didn't care.

There it was, that sense that told him somebody knows more than they are saying. Is it the father; maybe the mother? Mom is thinking before she answers, that isn't right. It's their child that is missing and they're hiding something! Why!

"Martin, are you alright?" Jack asks, his eyes watching carefully while his mind works the case.

"Yes, I'm fine." Martin lies; he is getting good at lying. "Do you want me to stay here?"

Clinging to work, changing the focus of the conversation, anything to get Jack's attention away from him.

"Yes, handle the phone, and the visitors, the background on the family is being compiled, you know the drill." Jack says all of this while he is moving to the door and then he is gone.

Now comes the hardest part of this particular job; watching them, pretending not to watch them, trying not to bother them while at the same time probing, violating their privacy, all in the hopes of getting anything, any tiny bit of information that has been missed. Peter and Joan Hoskins, by all outward signs, a happy couple with a beloved child. They are happy; just ask them, they'll tell you, their photo album and family pictures displayed on the mantle and walls attest to their happiness and yet...what was his gut telling him? It's too quiet. No one has called. No neighbor has stopped by, no school teachers, administrators, or fellow students have called. There wasn't a need to constantly grab the phone and try to persuade a distraught grandparent, aunt, or uncle to keep the line free in case 'they' called. This was odd; Martin didn't like odd.

6 HOURS MISSING

He called the office, wondering when the background material would be ready, and needing to share with someone that his 'gut' wasn't happy with the Hoskins.

"Hey Sam, how's the background coming along?" Martin tried to put some energy in his voice.

"It's almost compiled." Sam's tone reflects that she is a little distracted. "Martin, I have to tell you that I have a feeling about this..."

"Yeah! Me too," Martin interrupts, the energy in his voice isn't forced now. "Something doesnt fit, but I can't put my finger on it at the moment."

"I'll call you as soon the background material comes in." Sam replies, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, while jotting notes on a legal pad. "Hey, are you feeling alright? You didn't look so good..."

"I'm fine," Martin interrupts, weariness has crept back into his voice. "I'll talk to you later."

There was that feeling again. Martin had gone outside to call Sam, and he looked around him carefully trying to pinpoint where the 'watcher' was hidden. Then, even though Martin was a man who trusted his instincts, he let it go. After all, he thought and sighed deeply, he couldn't remember the last time he felt 100 so this was probably a result of the emptiness inside of him.

As he went back into the house he once again was enveloped with the silence that filled this 'perfect couple's' home. Moments later the silence was broken by the ringing of the phone. Peter Hoskins appeared, waited for Martin's go ahead signal, and then picked up the phone.

"Hello? Yes, I am Peter Hoskins. Who are you?" Martin nodded to him that he was doing fine. Peter listened, hand gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. Then he spoke again, "I want to talk to my son!" A pause, the seconds ticked by. Peter's face reflected...Martin wasn't sure what he saw in Peter's face, then he spoke again; "Brian? Are you okay? Brian!" Peter's face became an emotionless mask as he listened to the caller and then there was surprise in his eyes as he turned to Martin and spoke; "Agent Fitzgerald, he wants to talk to you."

Martin was surprised but his training kicked in and he took the phone and calmly spoke, "This is Agent Fitzgerald." His mind began to spin as he heard the voice on the other end of the phone instruct him to exit the house immediately. He heard the voice tell him the kid was sick, the voice had many emotions layering on top of each other; anger, fear, impatience. The words "Get outside now or I'll kill the fing kid with my bare hands" caused Martin's head to clear and his perspective to come rushing back, THE KID, save the KID!

He hung up the phone and began to run outdoors all the while instructing Hoskins to call Agent Malone immediately.

The moment he stepped outside he felt a sharp pain at the side of his head, then nothing. He didn't see the man who cold cocked him with the gun, he didn't feel his body lifted and roughly tossed onto the floor of the waiting blue van. He never heard the door of the van slam shut, or the wheels screech as the van accelerated. All Martin had was darkness, and he wasn't even aware of that.

TBC