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 2

"Malone" ,Jack answered the phone in his office.
"Agent Malone, something happened, they have your agent!", Peter's voice sounded really upset
"What?. I'm on my way, then he saw Danny walking in the hallway, "Danny, you're with me, and drive" Jack yelled as he strode quickly down the hall from his office; destination, elevators. He still was talking on the phone

"What's up?" Danny asked as he grabbed his coat and matched strides with Jack.

"Martin has been grabbed." Jack's tone was emotionless but his eyes told a different story. And then to the phone "Now, Mr Hoskins, tell me how the hell that happened!"
On the other side of the phone Peter continued talking "We'd got the phone call, I could talk to Brian, and they wanted to talk to agent Fitzgerald"
"Did they know his name or just said to talk to the FBI agent?", Jack's mind was running every possibility
"Mmm...no, I said his name...they didn't know...it was so fast...it's all recorded on the computer"

Dany was getting only a part of the conversation, so he didn't understand what was going on, he was driving now "Jack, where are we going?"
"The Hoskins' where else? Fast!"
And Dany drove as fast as he could.
Back to the phone Jack asked "Ok Peter, what else?"
"Well, he just talked for 30 seconds or so, hang off the phone and ran outside the house, to the backyard, told me to call you and to stay inside the house. That's all."
"I'm on my way, see you in 10 minutes, don't open the door, don't talk to anybody else, stay there with your wife in the same room."

He cut off his cellphone and faced Dany, but no word came out his mouth
Both men were silent as they raced to the Hoskins residence. Jack's mind flashed from concern, to anger, to confusion.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? "

Both men simultaneously voiced the question, neither seemed aware that the other had spoken.

Danny's mind was racing as fast as the speedometer of the car. What have you gone and done Martin? Wait, that isn't fair, Martin is fine agent. True that lately he has seemed distant, more going through the motions in doing the job, not that he has let any details slip past him, just, distant.

Danny smirked to himself as he realized that just like himself, Martin has his own demons to battle and if he was going through a small rough spot that was not a reason to start thinking he was a screw up. Danny had had plenty of times in the past couple of years when his mind wasn't in the best place. That never stopped Martin from being right there to offer a hand in support, or a swift kick in the butt if it was needed. "I don't believe this, he went outside on his own? What did they say to him, to make him do such a thing?"

Both men's wandering minds cleared as the car stopped in front of the Hoskins house.

Jack answered the question "It doesn't matter now..."

The front door opened as they walked up, Joan Hoskins moved aside to let them enter, Jack walked in first and glimpsed Peter Hoskins flipping closed his cell phone and sliding it into his pants pocket.

"Who was that on the phone?" Hoskins wouldn't face Jack but he answered the question with a hint of flint in his voice.

"No one you need to be concerned with."

"I've been doing this a long time and I will tell you when and who I need to be concerned with."

The two men were squared off across the living room. The air crackled with tension. Danny stood at Jack's shoulder, a solid presence and very much aware that something was wrong, very wrong. His eyes flicked unseen to Joan Hoskins face. Her eyes were wide with fear, but Danny saw the fear wasn't just for the safety of her son, but fear of what her husband might do.

She moved then, and that broke the standoff between Jack and Peter. Peter turned to the listening equipment that was set up to record any incoming messages.

"Everything is as it was when Agent Fitzgerald left, we haven't touched anything. Take what you need and get out; find my son!" With that order given, Peter left the room. Joan stood still, quietly pleading with them that everything would turn out alright.

Jack went to the computer and sent the recorded file to Mac; then, they went to the backyard, inspected the area, he called the lab, then to the PD and asked for another officer to watch the house.
Then he asked more questions to Peter, and after that, they went back to the office.
Back at the office...

The four remaining agents crowded around Mac in the technician's work area.

Each was lost in their own thoughts, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together and get the child and their fellow agent; no friend, back safely.

"That's the fourth time we've heard it and I still don't get why he would grab an F.B.I. agent instead of the kid's mother." Danny voiced aloud.

Vivian nodded her head in agreement, "He needed and agent, but why? Did he want Martin specifically?"

"He couldn't have known Martin would be assigned to the house, and he didn't ask for him by name, we hear Hoskins voice calling for Agent Fitzgerald, but the kidnapper never mentions his name." Sam paused thoughtfully, her mind slipping back to the conversation she had with Martin earlier that morning.

"He didn't ask for money, he didn't ask for anything other than someone to watch the kid who was sick. His mother didn't mention anything about the kid being sick, he doesn't have any medical condition that we are aware of, it was a ploy to get an agent. What is going on." Danny's frustration level was rising. He was the most easily riled of the group, his energy level kept him moving quickly in everything he did but he was a cool professional when he needed to be. Right now, he was confused.

"Alright, so we have a missing child, and now a missing agent, and no ransom demand of any kind." Jack felt the need to bring some order to the brainstorming session.

The group looked expectantly at him.

"Vivian, how do the financials look?"

Vivian spoke deliberately and smoothly,"So far everything looks normal. He has invested fairly well, has a little savings, is current on all of his bills, nothing out of the ordinary." Her smooth calm delivery belied the fact that she was deeply concerned for Martin's welfare.

"Sam, how about the phone records?"

"The warrant came through about two hours ago so I should have all the records within the hour." Sam was about to stop there but this was Martin, his 'gut instinct' was one that should be listened to. He felt something wrong at that house, it was time to bring it out.

Taking a deep breath Sam continued, "Martin talked to me this morning, maybe it's nothing, but he said something wasn't quite right with this family." All eyes were focused on her. "It wasn't anything he could put into words, just a feeling. I didn't think a lot about it at the time, but now..."

There was silence in the room as Sam's voice trailed off.

"Alright, Danny, I want you to head back to Hoskins work. Dig deeper, something somewhere is amiss. "Jack, he's an employee at a trade company, no big deal", said Dany

"There's something there, Dany." and then, looking to Viv he said "Vivian, keep looking into his financials, and check into Mrs. Hoskins records and her family." There was an air of palpable relief as Jack's commanding voice broke the silence and sent them on their way.

"So now, everybody to work!"

15 HOURS MISSING...

Warehouse somewhere in NYC

Martin smiled a weary small smile as the little boy's breath softly carressed his cheek. The boy was nestled on his lap, sleeping soundly; so trusting in his innocence that now that an adult, and a 'police officer' as well was here, that all would be well. Martin sighed as he hoped all would be well soon. Come on guys, where are you?

Little Brian hadn't been so trusting and content when Martin first met him. Of course, come to think of it, Martin grinned wryly at the fuzzy, and oh yeah, painful memory of opening his eyes after being cold-cocked with the butt of a gun. At least he was pretty sure it had been a gun.

When he had first opened his eyes, there was a very angry little face peering into his. The anger quickly left the wide eyes of the little boy and was replaced by fear, and then uncertainty.

Martin wanted desperately to groan in pain as his brain thudded against his skull. But, he didn't want to upset his little companion anymore than he already had to be, so he swallowed the moan and forced a smile onto his face. The little boy smiled back at him, a small, frightened little smile but it was a start.

"My name is Martin, I am a policeman." Martin spoke those words while attempting to sit upright. Uh Oh. Dumb move, can you say concussion? Can you say throw-up? Not a good way to get the kid to feel better about the whole situation. Martin sank back down to the floor and turned away from Brian and curled into a ball.

After a few minutes, Martin experimented with opening his eyes again and was pleased that the room wasn't spinning as fast as it had been and that the nausea was pretty much gone. He slowly turned back toward Brian and saw the little boy standing uncertainly in the middle of the room holding a sticky, and partially eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Brian looked at Martin for a few moments and then walked over next to him, sat down, and ate his sandwich.

Great, Martin thought to himself, stray dogs and little children, he could tame them all. "I want to go home Martin..."
"Hey buddy, I know, I'm going to hold you tight, so you can sleep, OK?"
"I'm scared! I don't want to sleep!"
"But you will, I'll take care of you, nothing's gonna happen to you; remember? I'm a policeman. I'll watch you while you sleep, OK?"He grinned as the little boy's wide eyes flicked in his direction and then watched as the half eaten sandwich was offered in his direction.

"No thanks, little man. You eat it, I'm not hungry right now." That was partially true, the nausea may have abated, but it was likely to come back in full force if he tried to eat anything. Of course his stomach wasn't playing fair and chose just that moment to growl and announce the fact that Martin hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.
He chuckled softly and then winced as another wave of pain and dizziness swept over him. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. After a moment he felt his cheek being softly patted by a sticky hand. He opened his eyes in time to see the jelly encrusted hand retreating to the sandwich. The little mouth opened, another bite disappeared, the little eyes looked back at him full of trust.

"OK, and then you hold me up, so I won't be afraid?"

What did I do to earn such trust? Martin thought to himself. Let's see, I got bashed on the head, dumped on the floor, nearly threw up, and now I have a new best friend. Oh well, all in a day's work. I knew it wasn't one of my best days... but someting's different now. He smiled ruefully to himself. Actually, although his stomach was rolling occasionally and his head pounding constantly, he realized that he hadn't felt this good, this centered, in a long time. "Of course! I'm your personal body guard! he said to the kid with a big smile"

The emptiness of this morning receded a little bit, he felt a sense of purpose returning, little by little. With that thought in mind he wrapped his arm around the little boy and huddled closer to him.

"Come on, I'll sing you a song to help you sleep. Lets think... you like Christmas time?

"Of course I like Christmas times, Who doesn't?"

"You don't feel sick now?"
"No, I'm not alone anymore"
And he started to sing Holly Night, and at the same time he was rocking Brian in his arms.While Brian nodded off to sleep Martin was wide awake. His eyes took in the room, the voices he heard outside the room. He quickly inventoried his options, go out the window? Nope, too narrow and high, well Brian could get through it, maybe. He'd have to check that out. There was only one door in the room and the 'voices' were on the other side of that, how many voices he wasn't sure, they were only muffled sounds. He didn't have his cell phone, he didn't have his gun.

The pounding in his head got louder and he leaned back, held onto the little boy who was now sound asleep, and thought of his team. Anytime now guys, I could use some help here. In the meantime he was thinking why he was here. There was something in the house, in this family, he had felt it, maybe that was the reason, but what was it? They hid something, that was for sure. The only thing he saw was the family album and some photos over the house.
Martin had to wait to make sure Brian didn't wake up, then he softly put him over a blanket on the floor and covered him with the other half, to keep him warm. He caressed his cheek and kept singing for a while.