A/N: Well, this is the final chapter of this fic and I want to thank all of you who reviewed. Your reviews really helped me a lot even when I wanted to quit writing this fic. I really hope that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. A huge thanks goes out to my beta and friend fans1024 for all her help. Hope you enjoy this final chapter.

Three Weeks Later...

"Finally I'm getting out this place. I hate hospitals," Danny said as he took a deep breath and smiled. "But I did love the cute nurses and sponge baths that came with them," he added with a broad smile.

"You're a sick puppy, Taylor," Martin chuckled.

Danny smiled and wagged his eyebrows as he signed his release papers. He had sighed when Dr. Cassidy had told him that someone had to stay with him the first few days – but in all honesty he didn't want to be alone. He had asked Martin to stay with him and he had agreed. Finally he found himself sitting in Martin's car as they drove to his apartment. Danny was still feeling weak from his ordeal so Martin slowly helped him into the elevator of his apartment building and led him to his apartment.

Once in the apartment, Martin lead Danny to the couch; but Danny didn't stay seated for long.

"Come on, Danny, sit down. You already know what Dr. Cassidy said. You need to rest," Martin said, his voice full of concern as he stood next to Danny.

Danny sighed and ran a shaky hand over his face. "I don't need any rest. I've already slept too much." He looked away as his eyes filled with tears. He groaned in pain as he got up from the couch and walked to his window; leaving a concerned Martin watching his every move.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Martin said his voice still full of concern. He walked to where Danny was standing by the window and put a hand on Danny's shoulder causing Danny to flinch defensively trying to protect himself. "Danny, it's okay. It's just me. Martin," he said gently.

Danny didn't feel like he could face Martin so he continued looking out of his window as he talked. "Martin, I…I'm sorry. I know I haven't thanked you for saving my life," Danny said – his voice breaking with emotion.

Martin shook his head and sighed. "Danny, don't. You don't have to thank me for anything. You're my partner and my best friend. I would do it again without question just like I know that you'd do the same for me," he reassured.

Tears ran freely down Danny's face. "None of this would've ever happened if I hadn't of distracted you at that stop light. You would've seen the damn van and would have gotten us the hell outta there. It's my fault Dornvald shot, kidnapped and tortured us," he sobbed.

Martin, disturbed by Danny's words, grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around roughly; forcing Danny to look at him. "Look at me!" he said-his voice shaky and breaking with emotion. But Danny refused to look at him so Martin grabbed his face; forcing Danny to look at him. "Danny, I already told you. None of this is your fault. Dornvald's the psychopath that tortured us; not you so stop blaming yourself already," he said in a compassionate but stern voice.

"I can't stop blaming myself. You almost died because of me, Fitz," Danny said crying. He continued in a slightly bitter tone. "Don't you understand that?" Tears fell freely down his face. "I don't know what I would've done if you had died, Martin," he finished, as he covered his face with his hands as he cried.

Martin put a hand behind Danny's head and gave it a gentle tug as he pulled Danny' face, out of his hands with his other hand; forcing Danny to look at him. "Hey, Bro, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere," Martin said smiling.

"But Martin…" Danny said crying.

Martin cut him off. "But nothing. Sorry, pal; you're stuck with me til the end," he said as he continued to smile.

"You mean…you still…wanna be my partner?" Danny said shocked as he tried to regain his composure. He gave Martin a small smile for good measure.

"That's right. You're stuck with me. There's no one I'd rather be partnered with than you," Martin said proudly. Danny sniffled as he gave Martin a small smile. With that Martin grabbed Danny and embraced him in a protective, brotherhood hug.

Danny couldn't believe that after the trouble he'd caused, Martin still considered him his best friend. Feeling overwhelmed he began to shake and cry as Martin embraced him in a brotherhood hug.

"Shhh. It's okay, Danny, just let it out. Get rid of all the bad crap you feel inside," Martin soothed as his voice broke with emotion and tears ran down his face. He gently rubbed Danny's head and back; trying to console Danny and get him to stop crying.

Danny raked a shaky breath and looked at Martin feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry like this. I guess…I was…" he stammered but Martin cut him off.

"It's all right and stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for," Martin reassured. He smiled as he ruffled Danny's hair a bit; causing Danny to chuckle a bit for the first time since this entire nightmare began. Martin allowed a few minutes to go by in silence while Danny regained his composure; but never once taking his eyes off of Danny. "Feeling better?" he sighed. He watched Danny nod okay before continuing. "Okay. Now let's get you into bed. Come on."

"Okay but first…" Danny said tiredly as he went into his hall closet and looked for some extra pillows and blankets to fix up the sofa bed so Martin could sleep comfortably. Suddenly, as Danny was walking back towards the sofa bed he was hit by a blinding wave of dizziness and nausea; causing him to sway and stumble.

Martin rapidly stepped forward as he noticed Danny swaying and quickly grabbed him to prevent him from falling to the floor.

"Are you okay, Danny?" Martin asked fear and concern laced into his voice. He watched as Danny nodded weakly. "Damn it Danny, Dr. Cassidy told you not to overdo it. You need to be resting."

"I'm fine okay, don't worry. And I'm not overdoing it. I was just trying to make the couch more comfortable for you to sleep on," Danny sighed. He closed his eyes as the dizziness hit him again.

Martin frowned with concern as he watched Danny close his eyes and hold his head in his hands.

"Don't worry about me, Martin. I'm…" Danny panted weakly. He didn't get to finish the statement, as he was hit by another wave of dizziness; causing him to collapse on the floor—but lucky for him Martin was holding on to him so he doesn't hit the floor hard.

Martin felt his heart come out of his chest when Danny collapsed. "Danny? Danny, talk to me," he said fearfully. When he didn't get a response he began to slightly panic. "Come on, man. Look at me. Are you okay?" Martin tapped Danny in the face slightly hard to get Danny to wake up. With trembling fingers Martin fearfully checked to see if Danny had a pulse; he found one but it was too slow.

"Oh shit! Come on, Danny!" he said-now terrified. "Oh, God. Please Danny, don't do this to me again!" he plead as he shook Danny slightly roughly. Out of fear he hit Danny hard on the face causing Danny to stir a bit. "Damn you, Danny! Wake up!" he yelled as tears streamed down his panic-stricken face. "Attaboy Danny. Come on let me see those big puppy dog eyes of yours."

Danny tried to open his eyes a crack but found that he couldn't because his eyes felt as if they'd been glued shut. He groaned in pain as he slowly forced himself to open his eyes. "Mar…tin? What…happened?" he said in a confused, breathless voice.

"You passed out. I'm gonna call for help. I'm gonna call the doctor," Martin said, his voice full of concern as tears continued to stream down his fearful face.

"No! Please, I'm okay, really. I promise! I don't want to go back to the hospital," Danny said in a lost fearful voice, as he grabbed Martin's hand.

"Damn it, Danny, you're not okay! Stop saying that! You just passed out!" Martin yelled out of fear. He sighed heavily as tears streamed down his face. "I…I thought…that you were…dying again."

Danny sighed; shocked by Martin's reaction. "Hey…I'm okay. I'm just really tired, that's all. Please don't call anybody. I promise to do whatever you want and I'll follow Dr. Cassidy's orders to the tee. Please?" he pleaded.

"Are…are you sure you're okay?" Martin said not believing Danny - fear still evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess I just need to rest for a while. Wanna help me get off this floor?" Danny said as he gave Martin a small smile for good measure.

Martin sighed in relief and chuckled. "You really love to scare the hell out of me, don't you?" He watched Danny slowly nod his head and gave him a big grin. He smiled and ruffled Danny's hair in return.

Martin stepped forward and grabbed Danny's elbow putting it over his shoulder. "Come on, I'll help you get to bed." He slowly and carefully got Danny to his room and settled him into bed. "If you need anything just let me know, okay, bro," Martin said, still watching his friend with concern.

"Martin...thanks for being there for me these past few weeks. I know I didn't deserve it," Danny started in a lost tone.

"What! What are you talking about?" Martin exclaimed - he couldn't believe Danny was still blaming himself.

"It's my fault we got ambushed. If I wouldn't have distracted you..."

"I told you it wasn't your fault, alright? There's nothing we could've done different. So stop blaming yourself," Martin started - cutting Danny off. He scoffed and grinned evilly. "Besides, we got Dornvald and he's paying right now for everything he did to us. Okay?"

"Alright," Danny replied, finding a small smile for Martin. He offered his hand to Martin and Martin took it in a brotherhood grip. "Thanks for everything, Fitz."

"Anytime bro, now go to sleep," Martin replied.

"Okay, mom," Danny replied sarcastically, trying not to laugh but a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Good night," he added, closing his eyes as his eyelids became heavy.

"Good night. Remember, just holler if you need me. I'll be right outside on the couch," Martin reassured.

"Okay. Thanks…Fitz," Danny yawned. He closed his eyes and let his exhausted body give into to sleep.

Martin pulled the covers around Danny's shoulders and went to the living room to get some much needed rest. He knew they weren't fully recovered yet emotionally or physically. But what he did know was that they'd both be there for each other through the good times and surely bad times to come.

The End