Chapter 2

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I have no beta so any mistakes are my own, if you see any big ones please let me know. Warning there will be some bad language in this chapter

The day started out like any other. Marty went to school, Danielle and Michelle went to work and Sam went to have his physical evaluation to make sure that his shoulder was healed enough for him to return to the SEALs. Sam was gone for most of day, so when school ended and Marty bounded up the steps to the Hanna's front door, it was Michelle that opened it wide and brought Deeks in for his after school snack. It was an arrangement that Michelle and Danielle had come up with, that way Marty never had to be at home when his mom was still at work.

That part of the afternoon passed without incident and soon Danielle was home and the two headed across the road to their own home, despite the feeling that the Hanna's felt more like their home now.

The afternoon faded towards evening and soon the sun was setting over another normal day in Los Angeles, night descended and so began a not normal night.

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Marty POV

When he arrived home that evening, he was quick to notice the absence of his father. Instead of making him feel better though Marty knew that when his father eventually did get home, he would be roaring drunk, even worse than normal. Already smarting from the fall he'd had at school, courtesy of some seniors that had caught him on the way home, Marty made a sandwich for himself and his mother before leaving for his room. The best case scenario was that he'd be so drunk, that he would pass out in the living room and the evening would pass without any new injuries.

Just as usual, his thoughts turned to Sam. It was his birthday next week and Marty had been saving for something good to get him. Reaching under his mattress and past the gun that Ray had given him in case his father ever actually tried to kill him but Marty knew he would only ever use it in order to save his mother; he pulled out the photo frame, with the picture of Sam and Michelle inside. On one of his trips to the house, he had noticed that they didn't have any new photos of them in their new house and so he had managed to get one of them during a food fight n the kitchen, when they were both completely lost in the moment. Once he had the photo, his mother had then helped him get a frame and all that was left now was to wrap it and wait for Sam's birthday BBQ that also counted as his going away party. Putting the present carefully away, Marty washed up and curled up in bed with his book.

When the door slammed shut several hours later, Marty realised that he had fallen asleep. He was just about to drift back to sleep, when he heard his mothers cry of pain and the sound of something shattering. His stomach twisted and he realised that it was what Sam called his gut feeling when something wasn't quite right. He knew something wasn't right and so he quietly headed for the stairs and slid down them, being careful not to make a sound.

What he saw was the typical scene for a night in the Brandel family house. His mother was lying on the floor surrounded by the remnants of a vase. She was holding the side of her head and when she saw Marty standing at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes widened slightly. Marty saw his mother shake her head as well and Marty almost turned to go back up the stairs when his father turned and saw him.

"Ahh…hic…Martin so…hic…good to see…hic…you" the slurring was normal, but there was a look in his father's eyes that sent chills down Marty's spine. "Come down here, sssoo I can get a look at you" Before Marty moved away and quicker than a drunken man could have moved, his father was holding his arm in a vice like grip and pulling him toward the centre of the room and under the light.

Gordon (aka Mr Brandel) grabbed Marty's chin in a bruising grip and turned his head left and right. For Marty it was like staring in the mirror, his father had the same blond hair and blue eyes but thank God that he never acted like his father, despite being one of his main worries for when he was older.

His father unfortunately seemed to be sobering up "You know every…hic… day I have to…hic… look at you… and you know…hic…what I see? I see a…hic…worthless little shit, who…hic… can't do anything right" With every few words Gordon would shake his son and with the ending word in the sentence, he shoved Marty hard and he fell to the floor, landing next to Danielle and landing on the broken vase pieces. At hearing her Son's cry of pain, Danielle pushed herself onto her knees and moved in front of Marty to act as a shield.

"Please Gordon, stop this" she climbed to her feet and caught Gordon's hand to pull him to the other side of the room. Gordon stuck out though, backhanded Danielle and caused to fall on the coffee table which collapsed under her weight. Gordon stumbled over to her and kicked her hard in the ribs and stomach. After a few kicks and when Danielle's cries quieted, Gordon turned to his son, who was still trying to pick himself up off the floor, and kicked him flat in the chest causing Marty to fall back down and cry out when he felt something crack in his chest.

Marty crawled backwards in an attempt to get away from his father but it was slow going and he didn't manage to get very far before his father was on him again. Fists started raining down on him, the chest, the head, and the stomach and back, nothing was spared in the attack. Just as Marty's vision was starting to darken around the edges he heard a yell in the background and the fists stopped and all was silent for a few short seconds before his mother was yelling at him to go, get out of the house. As he blinked to try and clear his vision he realised that the problem was the steady stream of blood rolling down his forehead from the cut caused by something. It could either have been a bit of glass or from the onslaught of punches. When is vision finally cleared he saw his mother on his father's back, trying to keep him occupied while all the time screaming at Marty to run.

In Marty's eyes he knew if he left and waited for the police to arrive, his mother could die. He knew the only person he could get, who would offer immediate help was Sam. If he was quick he could be back in under a minute. As he started to limp towards the door, his father gave an enraged yell and managed to get Danielle of his back. He threw her into the wall and stared to choke her. Marty knew that there was no time to go and get Sam and that he had to take action now if he wanted to save his mother. He looked around frantically and spotted an empty beer bottle lying forgotten on the floor behind the couch. He grabbed it and moved to his father's back, reaching up as high as he could and managed to slam the bottle down on his father's upper back.

Cursing, Gordon let go of Danielle and spun to face Marty. The terror was evident on his face and in one punch fresh blood exploded from his face and his nose broke. Stumbling back clutching his nose Marty turned tails and ran as fast as he could towards and then up the stairs. He could hear his father just behind him as he reached the landing and swung into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Grabbing the closest thing that he could reach, Marty moved his chair under the door handle. It wouldn't hold but it would defiantly slow his father down.

Throwing his mattress off the bed he noticed the gun was not where he left it, just as the door to his room opened revealing his father standing there with a shotgun in hand.

Marty dove under the bed and started quickly searching through his sheets that had also fallen off the bed, for any sign of the gun. His father made his way noisily across the room.

"Marty…hic… oh Marty come out, come out…hic…where ever you are" He sounded more sober but Marty knew different, his father was just good at hiding it. He noticed that his father's foot nudged Sam's birthday present, scowling at it his father raised the butt of the shotgun and rammed it down of the photo frame; the glass broke and tore the photo. Gordon glared at it and kicked it away

"Stupid interfering idiot, why would anyone want to help you Martin, you're a useless waste of space"

With tears filling his eyes as he finally located and grabbed the gun, a fleeting thought crossed Marty's mind. Why hadn't anybody called the police over the noise? They had been called for less, so why not this time and also Sam had said he would protect him, so where was he? He must be able to hear the yelling. All of those thoughts flew from Marty's head as suddenly his father's face appeared under the bed and grabbed his ankle. Marty screamed as his abused body was dragged back into the room, the movement jarring his most likely broken ribs and rubbing at the cuts on his torso. His father pulled him to his feet and reached for the gun, Marty held on and they both fought for control. Eventfully Marty managed to win and aimed the gun towards his father.

"You won't shoot, you don't have it in you to kill me" Gordon leered, taking a step forward raising his own gun as he did

Taking a steadying breath, Marty squeezed the trigger just as his father did the same. The force pushed Marty back a step, a step that he no longer had room for because he was at the top of the stairs. He felt the rush of air as the bullet shot past his face leaving a burning trail across his cheek. As he fell backwards, he saw his father rear back, clutching his shoulder, falling to the ground and staying there. His shoulders hit the steps and forcefully turned his head to the side, where he could see the trail of destruction left by his father and at the end of it he knew his mother was lying, possibly very badly injured or maybe dead. He heard a crack somewhere in his body and felt a rush of pain and his last thought was that he hoped Sam wasn't the one to find his body before it all went blank and he knew no more.

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Sam POV

Arriving home after the physical exam, all Sam wanted to do was sleep but first he had to go through Michelle who had made it her own personal mission to make sure he ate his own body weight in food before doing any sleeping. Of course this only made him more exhausted and he fell into bed that night and was asleep in minutes. It never occurred to him that he should have gone to see Marty just to check that he was okay.

He woke briefly when Michelle slid into bed next to him but he was asleep again in seconds.

When he woke the next time, he was at first unaware of what caused him to wake up. He glanced at Michelle to find her sleeping soundly and nothing out of place in the room. He was just about to drift off when he heard it. A yell, it sounded close by and must have been what woke him. Standing up and moving to the window, he tried to place where the yell must have come from when he heard another one. He froze when he realised where it come from. Marty's house.

He ran back over to the bed and pulled open the bedside cabinet and got out the gun that he kept in there and also the spare pair of handcuffs that Michelle swore would come in handy one day. Despite it all he chuckled, looks like they would. At least they weren't the furry leopard print ones that Marty had picked up when they were buying them at the store, the young boy saying that they'd go well with Sam's skin tone and also wouldn't chafe his wrists. Sam chuckle again before shaking his head to try to clear it and get himself focused. He gently shook Michelle awake.

"Sam… what are you doing? What's going on?"

"I heard something over at Marty's house, it didn't sound good" That got Michelle's attention, as did the gunshot that suddenly sounded in the night air, closely followed by a second and more screaming. Michelle bolted upright and pushed Sam with all her strength and then grabbing her cell phone from the bedside table.

"Go, go now Sam. I'll call the police and get them here. GO"

That was all the prompting that Sam needed and he ran through the house as fast as he could. Although it only took about a minute to get to the Brandel house across the road, it felt like years and all he could think about was hoping that he was not too late.

Reaching the door, Sam kicked it open and cautiously entered the house, his gaze swept over the hall and rested on the still small, still too skinny body of Martin Brandel lying at the bottom of the stairs looking like death warmed over. There was a small hand gun not far from his out stretched hand and as he neared Marty he heard a groan from above. Whipping the gun up, the light touched on the body of Gordon Brandel halfway up the stairs with blood covering his shoulder and a shotgun in hand.

"Drop the gun Mr Brandel" Sam ordered

"He…hic… shot me, I'm not the...hic… one at fault here, it was all him" Gordon was waving the shot gun around and then aimed it back at Marty. "I should shoot him…hic… and save myself the money…hic… on the medical bills" He muttered to himself. He nodded and raised the shotgun in order to get a better aim. That was all Sam needed and he fired a shot into Gordon's leg causing the man to slip down the rest of the stairs. Sam kicked away the shot gun and pulled out the handcuffs and placing them non to gently on Brandel's wrists.

"Ow ow, hey…hic… easy man, hey I didn't…hic… do anything…hic… hey stop" he was silenced when Sam shoved him into the wall and landed a punch on his jaw and another to his chest.

"Shut up before I do something I'll really regret" Moving away from Brandel he turned to Marty and checked his pulse, letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding when he felt one. It was a little too fast and a little thready but it was a pulse and that meant Marty was alive. His hands ghosted over Marty's body but he was afraid to move him just in case he had spinal injuries or he did anything that could cause him anymore pain. Looking around he couldn't see Danielle anywhere which meant she could be further into the house, but he didn't want to leave Marty alone with his father, despite having two bullet wounds, because Marty was still unconscious. He hoped Michelle had also called an ambulance as well as the police. While Sam was debating whether or not to leave Marty and go and find Danielle, he could hear sirens approaching in the distance and knew that help was coming.

Sam turned his gaze around to check on Brandel, to make sure that he hadn't bled to death and saw that the man was still where he'd left him and was watching Sam and Marty intently. Sam would have been content to leave him there but he noticed the growing puddle of blood that was under Brandel. Looking round for a quick and easy solution Sam saw a couple of tea towels just inside the kitchen on the counter. Grabbing them he went to tie them around the bullet holes and was surprised when he was met with no resistance. Sam's nose wrinkled when it smelt the alcohol on the man's body and breath and tried not to inhale deeply. Standing up he noticed that Gordon was still watching Marty with a frown and that his fingers were twitching and forming a fist; Sam took a deep breath and punched Brandel in the shoulder wound that Marty had caused, he then aimed a kick at the wound in his leg. This caused both to start bleeding again but Sam knew that Brandel was in no danger of bleeding out, not with the sirens coming ever closer with each passing minute.

"Hey. I wasn't…hic… doing anything" Brandel protested, crying out in pain when Sam punched him in the jaw again. Sam then dragged Brandel round so that he was facing the corner.

"Yeah, well from now on you don't talk or look at Marty"

"And if I…hic…" Brandel was cut off by Sam smashing his head into the wall, causing him to fall unconscious. Sam pulled Brandel's head back by his hair and started to push it forward again when he heard a gasp from the door. Startled he dropped Gordon's head and looked up into the chocolate brown eyes of Michelle as she crossed over into the house, cell phone still in hand , and took in the scene in front of her.

"Michelle, hey you with me" Sam walked over to his fiancée and put his hands on her shoulder. "I need you to help me. You need to find Danielle, I can't leave Brandel alone. Can you do that for me?"

After a few seconds Michelle nodded, quickly pausing to smooth Marty's hair away from his face and gently kiss his forehead, before moving towards the living room at the back of the house. As she disappeared from view, around the corner, Sam heard the squeals of cars rapidly breaking outside and the next second police detectives were swarming the house. The sounds of detectives clearing the house of any potential threats met Sam's ears, as everything moved in a blur around him. Several detectives were checking Brandel over and realised that he was in need of medical attention but was also the most likely reason for them being called to the house.

"My name is Sam Hanna, I live across the road, my wife is checking for Danielle and this is her son Marty. I heard the gun shots and came over, found Mr Brandel about shoot Marty. I'm a navy seal and a friend of Danielle and Marty." Sam quickly explained to detective Williams, who come over to check on Marty.

"I got him, go and find you wife. The paramedics are just coming; I'll make sure that someone rides with him to the hospital"

Sam stood and turned back to the detective "I want to ride with him to the hospital, please let me know when they're leaving?"

The detective chewed his lip "you know him well?"

"Yes very" Sam was almost pleading now

"Okay then, it might do him good if he wakes up with a familiar face"

Sam smiled his thanks and headed through the house to find Michelle. He found her trying to comfort and keep awake Danielle, who was lying by the wall. She was covered in cuts, had a bleeding head wound, and there was bruising already starting to form on her neck. Those were just the injuries Sam could see, Danielle probably had more internal injuries which would be worse for her health than just the injures that Sam could see.

"It's okay Danielle, it's over now. You're safe and so is Marty but you need to stay awake. Danielle, stay awake…please…Danielle? DANIELLE" Michelle was yelling now and then was being brushed aside by the paramedics, who stared urgently working on her to keep her alive.

The medical jargon was lost on both of them but it didn't sound good. Sam felt a presence behind him and turned to see detective Williams.

"They're getting ready to move Marty, if you still want to go…?"

Sam turned to Michelle who nodded "You go with Marty, I'll go with Danielle and I'll meet you at the hospital" Sam pulled Michelle into a bone crushing hug and whispered in here ears the words they'd waited for "It's over now Michelle, he can't hurt them anymore"

Woo another chapter done. This wasn't where I wanted to end it, but I didn't want the chapter to get to long. If the chapters get to long the story will be over so quickly.

In the next chapter there will be a surprise visit from someone on the team who offers a helping hand, any guesses?

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