Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, form, or fashion own Without a Trace. If I did the show would be over because Sam and Martin would already be married.

A/N: This one is a little more disoriented. Danny was kind of all over the place in this episode so we'll blame my bad writing skills on trying to get the right mind set for Danny.

Muzzy-Olorea-ha, I'm not too worried about pulling a "muzzy." We all know I never update consistently so it won't be any different from any other time…I'm excited about a new chapter of CBD and PWVS! Hooray! I hope you like it!

Evenstar656-I know, who wouldn't have wanted more Marty awakeness in Showdown? Thanks for the review and I'm glad you liked my made-up scenes.

Liloo-Are you crazy? Sam sooo loves Martin and they will be married! The writer's are definitely pushing for a reconciliation.

Jtsideout389-wow! Thank you so much! I love how excited you are!

POV: Danny Taylor

Spoilers: Showdown

Chapter Two: I Don't Know What Happened

I don't know what happened. One minute Martin and I were joking around like we so often did on a routine transfer. The next I'm ducking, trying to dodge the raining bullets, wondering if I'm going to live to see tomorrow.

If truth be told, I panicked. It's a good thing Martin was driving because I would have never thought to put the car in drive and use it to save us.

Slamming one of the shooters into the van woke me up.

"Back….back, back, back!" I screamed although Martin was already doing it.

I heard the tire blow, felt our impact with the other car and then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes I felt an intense pain that felt like my head was splitting open. All I wanted to do was close my eyes again and wait for the ambulance but I would not be given that chance, the sound of gunshots resounded in my ears again.

I rolled out of the car and unholstered my gun at the same time, driven entirely by instinct.

My chance came when Dornvald ran out of ammunition. I shot, emptied every round out of my magazine and only hit the driver.

When my gun jammed I didn't know if I should curse loudly or start praying that Dornvald wouldn't advance on me.

He drove away and I shot. I wish that I had gotten him when I had the chance, but I was satisfied, for the moment, to not be in mortal danger anymore.

That's when I heard it…the wheezing.

When I looked in the car my mind went blank. There he sat, my partner, my best friend, soaked in his own blood, hardly able to breath.

I didn't know what to do. All I could focus on was that sound and the look on his face. One glance into those eyes told me that he didn't think he was going to live.

"Somebody get an ambulance!" I yelled as I ran to the driver's side door.

I threw my phone to a guy standing near us and barked orders at him as I picked Martin up and laid him out on the ground.

I put pressure on his wounds and watched as his eyes filled with pain.

"Hang on…just hang on," was all I could say.

The next hour was a complete blur. I don't remember when the paramedics showed up or when Jack got there. I remember arguing with both and then jumping into the ambulance to head to St. Luke's.

When the doctor finally yanked me away from Martin and sat me down on the table I was fine. I couldn't understand why this doctor was working on me when my friend was bleeding to death. Why was he so concerned about my well-being? I was going to live to see tomorrow.

Then I talked to the ER surgeon who was working on Martin.

"One of the bullets came dangerously close to an artery and one nicked the small intestine. It's not good."

I felt like my world had stopped. Wasn't it bad enough that my brother was back in jail and the bad guy got away? How could something like this be happening?

I felt numb and barely remember feeling my phone vibrate.

"Taylor," I said in a voice that scared even me.

"How is he?"

Samantha. She hadn't even crossed my mind. I know she likes to think she's Superwoman and that things can bounce right off of her, but they don't. She can't handle things concerning her past, kids, and friends. And I know that she especially couldn't handle losing Martin.

So I made up an answer.

"You know these doctors, you never can get a straight answer out of them…they seem positive."

Unlike Samantha, Danny wasn't working to keep his mind off of what was going on. He was working for revenge. He wanted to kill the man who had so easily and so quickly changed his life from relaxed and comfortable to completely chaotic.

Seeing Lila Green's roommate Michelle lying dead on the floor only strengthened this resolve. For no other reason than the fact that she walked into the room a month early, Dornvald had snapped this woman's neck, ending her life and ruining Lila's.

"I have a feeling this guy's not going to heaven," was an understatement. I was positive he wasn't. This man had a spot reserved for him in the inner circle of Hell.

I could see Samantha staring at me out of the corner of my eye. She was watching me, uncertain of what to say to comfort me. I'm glad she didn't say anything though. Chances are I would have acted irrationally…or lied again.

I don't know what happened. When we walked into that medical center and realized that doctor was missing, something in me snapped. All I could think about was revenge.

And when Jack and I opened the door and saw him standing there, I didn't even see that doctor. I saw the gun and heard the shots and it was like I was back behind that car. All I could think about was shooting him. I didn't care that I couldn't see him. If Jack hadn't started yelling at me I would have shot my whole magazine through that door.

Of course, afterwards I felt really guilty and was intensely relieved that the door opened with a still breathing woman behind that door.

I don't blame Jack for sending me back to the office although I wish that he hadn't.

I spotted the blonde the second I stepped into the hallway. She was yelling on the phone and as bad as I felt eavesdropping, I wanted to hear who she was yelling at.

"Why won't anyone tell me what the hell is going on here?" It didn't take much to put two and two together, she was talking to the hospital. But soon she spotted me and hung up.

"Sam…he's going to be alright," I said, trying to comfort her. I could see the worry on her face and the fear in her eyes. She was trying to hide it but I've known her too long and have learned how to see through her.

Then she opened up. Granted, she didn't tell me how it made her feel but she did tell me what exactly was bothering her. And she did pull away from me when I tried to reach out but had I been thinking clearly I wouldn't have tried it anyway.

I watched her walk out, knowing that if something were to happen to Martin, Sam would never fully recover. She tried to hide how much he really meant to her but I could always see through it. Her actions right now just prove that you never really know what you have until you lose it, or come close to losing it.

When we figured out that Dornvald would be at the bus station, I was determined to keep my cool this time. I mean, obviously I was a little jittery and anxious, but very much in control.

Then I saw him, the man I assumed was Dornvald. He was the right height, the right build and had the same beard. I stared after him for a few moments to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating or jumping to conclusions.

Then I went after him, my heart racing. I had my right hand in position over the gun, ready to grab it if I needed to. I reached my arm out, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, only to get a very dirty look from a civilian.

I apologized and went back to my post, carefully studying every person's face in a split second.

Then I heard more gunshots. While the cops around me froze, I took action, ordering them to follow.

I sprinted harder that ever I have before with no regard to who I was pushing out of the way. I pulled out my gun as I neared the roof entrance and people were more willing to move.

I was more than relieved to see Nuru sprinting down the stairs away from us and to see Dornvald lying on the ground and Jack with his gun trained on him.

I watched, hatred surging through me toward this man who so easily killed without remorse. I was careful to keep my finger off of the trigger, fearing what I might be capable of. I listened as Jack tried to talk him down, talk him out of, in essence committing suicide.

I watched in awe as Jack related to this killer, trying even after everything he'd done to try and save his life.

I'll admit that I am glad Dornvald is dead. I would never say so out loud but I can't deny how I truly feel. The world is better off without him; with one less killer out there.

When Sam burst into the office, her face radiating relief with the news that Martin was out of surgery and going to be fine, my whole thought process changed. So far that day it had been that I needed to avenge Martin and bring Dornvald down. But now, with Dornvald gone and Martin better I wasn't sure what to think. Sam and Jack were overjoyed by the news, and don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic that one day Martin will be in the office with us again, but the fact still remains that he's not fine. Who knows how this will affect his mobility, his mindset, the way he does his job. His battle is far from over.

We were in the same car, two feet away from each other and because he was driving and had to look over the steering wheel, he got shot while I only suffered a headache. He could have died and has months of rehabilitation in front of him while all I have to do is go home and take some Tylenol PM.

I can't help feeling a little guilty even though I know it's not my fault…I still got off with a better deal than Martin.

A/N-Hooray, another chapter finished. I know these are coming fast and hopefully Jack's take on Showdown will be up by tonight. Once I get caught up they will not be as "inbox-filling." Also, with six agents now and the show getting back to normal there will sometimes be less to write about for some characters so not all chapters will be as long.

I hope you liked it. Leave me a review and let me know…especially if there is something you REALLY like or REALLY dislike.