Title: Till We Meet Again

Disclaimer: Slash, language, violence, character death, sexual content, angst.

POV: Martin

Chapter Seven: Sending a Message

I made it downstairs to the parking garage before Danny did. I wanted to make sure that I'd locked up the car. There was a white piece of paper slipped under the windshield wiper. With a trembling hand I plucked the scary sheet from the window. Danny still wasn't in sight. He said he wanted to talk with Jack about an issue from this morning. I had no idea what he was talking about and left him to his business. I sat on the hood of the Lincoln, looking at the folded white square in my hand. Did I really want to open it and read the contents? Waiting only made things worse; it just put off the inevitable. So I unfolded the piece of paper.

We know who you are.

That's all it said, but there didn't need to be anymore. I refolded it and shoved it into my pocket just as Danny stepped off the elevator. He saw me standing by the car. The troubled look on his face was replaced with a smile. He strolled over to me, a sly sparkle in his eyes. I tried my best to look at ease and smiled back at him, though I'm not sure the affect was what I planned. His next move took me by surprise. He placed his hands on the hood of the Lincoln, one on each side of me, and leaned forward. His lips brushed against mine as a teaser. Then the kiss became more. I felt the heat course through my body. Parts of me reacted almost instantly to his touch. Being away from him almost all day had taken a toll. I wanted him to do things to me that were usually done in the bedroom. I didn't care that we were in the parking garage where everyone and anyone could see us. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He sunk his weight against me; clearly he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

"Danny," I muttered during a breather, "we can't do this here."

"I don't know if I can wait until we get home," he whispered in my ear.

I placed my hands on his waist and pushed him back a little. "Please, not here."

Moving effortlessly he sat on the car's hood beside me. I could sense the frustration rolling off of him. I'd have to make it up to him when we got home. Standing from the car I made my way toward his SUV. He walked silently behind me, probably thinking I didn't love him anymore. Boy would I prove him wrong later tonight. Just knowing that he wanted me was enough to turn me on. I climbed into the car, Danny was seconds behind. In the silence I could feel that Danny wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to start.

"Something on your mind, Danny-boy?" I asked, feeling that the silence would let my mind wander. I didn't want to think about earlier today. Or the note that had been on my car.

"I just had an unpleasant conversation with Jack, that's all," he replied starting the engine and pulling out of the parking garage. "I told him off, which may not have been the brightest idea in the world."

"You told him off? You actually yelled at Jack?" I asked truly astonished. That had taken guts on his part. I could only imagine what the topic had been. "What did you guys have to talk about?"

"You," he replied shortly.

I gave him a serious look. "Why me? What did I do?"

Danny shook his head. "It's not what you did, Marty. It's what Jack did. The way he's been acting is very inconsiderate of you and I don't understand how it's supposed to help you get over your fears. How can he expect you to deal with a case like the O'Leary boys?" I can hear the anger in his voice. Anyone within a five mile radius could hear how made he was. Though he was mad I couldn't help getting over the fact that he called me Marty. No one had ever called me that.

Back at my apartment building a gaggle of females are talking with the doorman. They watch as Danny and I walk passed, whispering to each other. I look at Danny who's studying the tile floor, his mind in another place and possibly another time. The group of women were still talking about us, this time only louder, as though we're not even standing there.

"Doesn't that annoy you?" I asked in a hushed voice while we waited for the elevator.

Danny glances over his shoulder. "Them? No, they don't bother me. Why, are they bothering you?"

"Listening to them gets tiresome after awhile," I remarked. "It's like they know everything."

Danny flashed me a coy smile; it sent shivers down my spine, in a good way. "Ever kiss with an audience around?" He pulled me into the empty elevator, wrapping his arms around me. There were gasps of shock and even giggles from the women as Danny laid a big one on me. At first I was terribly surprised. How could he do this in front of all these people? In a matter of seconds I found that I didn't care. When I found myself wrapped in his arms I didn't care what the world thought. All I cared about was Danny.

We barely made it to the apartment, never mind the bedroom. After all the bad things that happened that day I cared less about where we were and more about how long we'd be together. Being covered in him made me forget everything about my life. Sometimes I even forgot who I was, then Danny would say my name in that breathless voice full of need and it would send shivers of passion through my entire body. Just the touch of his hand sparked the fire inside. No one had ever made me feel this way before. I never wanted anyone else to lay a hand on me, never. Skin on skin, sweat soaked sheets, names uttered in moments of passion, hands caressing every inch of skin; how could we spend our nights this way and not show it while at work?

Hours later I found myself outside Jack's office, pacing a hole in the floor. Every other minute or so Jack would look up from his paperwork to see if I'd gotten up the courage to enter. I know it was killing him to come out and ask me what my problem was; however, he was also willing to sit back and let me work things out on my own. Taking the two pieces of paper from my pocket I finally open the door to his office.

"I was wondering how long you were going to stay out there. You were beginning to remind me of a caged animal," he remarked without looking up.

"We need to talk, Jack," I said, sitting in a chair across from him.

"Look," he sighed looking at me, "if this is about the O'Leary case I've already talked with Danny. All the other agents are busy with their own cases."

"It's not that," I replied shaking my head. I placed the two pieces of paper on the desk, followed by my cell phone.

"What's this?" Jack asked picking up the note that had been on my car last night.

"That note was left for me last night on my car in the parking garage. The other one was rolled up in my morning newspaper. My cell phone has three calls following along the same lines," I explained to him.

Jack took a few minutes to read the notes and listen to the voice mails that had been left on my phone during the night. Then he looked at me, trying to figure out where to begin. "Why is someone threatening you, Martin?"

I ran a hand over my mouth. Telling Jack what I saw yesterday at the dock was going to piss him off. I should have told him earlier. Maybe he would cut me some slack, seeing that terrified me. If Danny had been there I could have called for back-up and gotten the guys. As it was, they probably would have killed me without a care in the world. "That body they found at the docks, the cop, I saw them kill him. I was there talking to Anton Vladislav. They saw me there. They knew that I could ID them and I didn't feel like sticking around to get shot again."

Jack leaned forward on his desk. "This is serious, Martin. According to the reports I received this morning Anton Vladislav's body was found not too far from the dead officer. They're thinking it's a mafia hit. If these guys are willing to kill a cop and a man like Anton I don't think they'll stop tracking you just because you're an FBI agent."

"We have to do something, Jack. I don't even feel safe at my house anymore," I stated quietly. "I had to talk Danny into staying over last night just because I didn't want to be alone. No one can live like that, and I don't want to." Danny had spent the night but Jack didn't need to know all the details, and neither did Danny. I didn't have the courage to bring this up to him. It would only piss him off more; only send him in to see Jack in an angry rampage; which would probably get him fired.

"The FBI doesn't take lightly the threatening of an agent. I'm going to talk with your father and see what he thinks should be done," Jack said. "Until then, I'll place an officer or agent outside your apartment at all times. Would you please go get Danny?"

Baffled by his requested I waste no time in tracking down Danny. A thread of a guilt worms its way through my heart. This isn't how I wanted him to find out about this, not from Jack. Danny doesn't question me when I fetch him his desk, the look on my face is enough to keep him quiet. Like a puppy dog he follows me back to Jack's office. We take seats in the chairs across from him. He hangs up the phone, ending the conversation with whoever was on the other end.

"Martin has brought it to my attention that he's being threatened-"

"I knew something like this would happen," Danny interrupted. "I told you that something like this was going to happen, didn't I?"

"Take a chill pill, Daniel. I've already got surveillance lined up to keep an eye on his apartment, and a regular patrol will be made in the parking garage. Now," Jack continued, keeping Danny from breaking in again, "from this point on things are going to change. I'm not taking either one of you off the case, this needs to be solved and you're all I have. However, Martin, you and Danny are not allowed to leave this office alone or without me. I'm now accompanying you on this case."

"How is that going to keep Martin from getting shot again?" Danny protested.

Jack sighed. "I'll make sure that we're being tailed. And until further notice, keep your asses in this office. I'm going to talk with Martin's father."