Martin felt uncomfortable, he had felt uncomfortable when Jack had first asked him to head over to Danny's place, he had felt like this when he had headed over there and he still wasn't feeling any different, now that he had arrived there.

He realized he had never been here before – of course that wasn't much of any surprise. There had never been any reason for it. Taking their working hours into consideration, the long nights at the office and the lack of much of any private life, this had never left much of any chance to get close to each other.

He didn't want to be here – he felt like he had no right to do so. This was Danny's private life and he did know almost nothing about it. He couldn't even claim himself being a friend – a friend wouldn't feel uncomfortable in the other person's dwelling and he would know at least something about the other one's private life – Martin didn't fit either of those things.

This place looked like Danny barely lived here, which – when thinking about it – was exactly right. Martin's own dwelling didn't look much different – it was the simple amount of time their job took from them. It didn't leave much time to get the place messed up. It didn't leave much time for anything actually...

But Danny had managed to find some time to help a young southamerican woman in need and he had taken that time to find her some useful evidence. He had simply wanted to help her out and now he had to live with the consequences of his actions – consequences he never even saw emerging and that were screaming of injustice...

Martin managed to keep the thoughts about Danny's condition at bay and took a few more steps through the rooms. He didn't want to search through them – he didn't even know where to start. He didn't wanna step over something absolutely private he had no right to know about.

He could literally imagine Danny still being around here and that's what mainly caused this feeling of being an invader, an unwanted, annoying guest in a housing he didn't belong to. Danny's presence – more the lack of it – was all over the place. It was that absolutely silent around here...

He took his time to take a close look at the single rooms of the dwelling, walking through it. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it, they didn't have any time to waste and it was necessary that he would find this evidence. But he did it none the less, he scanned through the rooms for no apparent reason... Actually there was a reason, but he didn't wanna admit it – it was pure curiousity.

He wished to know at least something about the man who lived here and who was fighting for his very life right now just because of one innocent decision. He wasn't even sure why he felt that urgent wish – maybe it was the simple fear of losing his co-worker without ever being able to get to know him better. He was interrupted in his thoughts as the other agent with him came up to him.

„I found it."

Martin was surprised by the other agent's statement. He had expected this search to take much longer, become much more difficult. But obviously Danny hadn't bothered to hide the information he had gathered for Elizabeht away. But it once again showed to them, that Danny had – in no way – expected to be in danger. He hadn't even seen this whole events coming, he had felt safe.

The other agent handed him the envelope containing Danny's investigation results. It had Elizabeth's name on it and a couple of words in Spanish, Martin wasn't capable of translating. Elizabeth would know whatever Danny had wanted to tell her, as soon as he got the results to her.

„I'm gonna get this back to the office."