After Jack and Viv returned from the school with no helpful information, Jack had sent Danny and Martin to find this, Robert Bentley. Sam quickly found an address and sent the boys on their way. As they stopped at a red traffic light, Martin became concerned for this all too quiet partner. This case was beginning to get to Danny in the worst way possible. Martin knew that he had to get Danny to talk about what he was feeling, before he locks it all inside like he has a few times in the past. He found his perfect opportunity, as the light turned green and the car didn't move.

"Danny?"

"Hmm?" Danny replied, shaken from his thoughts but not removing his fixed stare on the windshield.

"The light is green."

Without a word Danny pulled out once again, beginning the trek to their destination. Martin knew what he was thinking about. More then this case and the missing, Edward. He was lost in thought about his own childhood.

"Danny?" Martin asked, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Was the answer he got.

"Danny." He tried again. This time winning his partners attention.

"What?" Danny asked, as if he just missed an entire conversation. "What did you say?"

"Are you alright? I know this case is getting to you."

Danny was getting a little annoyed. How did Martin know this case was getting to him. He doesn't know anything!

"This case is NOT getting to me. I'm just thinking about…something." Danny returned, trying his best not to sound angry.

Martin sighed, and replied, "Ok." He didn't want to push Danny. At least not now. He would have to try later.

They finally made it to the Bentley residence in full silence. The Bentley Residence? More like the Bentley dumping ground. The fenced in front yard was almost completely covered in trash. As though the man didn't own a trash can, so he resorted to tossing it on the front lawn. The house itself needed help. The screen door was hanging from one hinge, shingles where hanging from the roof, and a window was replaced by plastic.

As the two agents approached the needy house, they noticed the front door was open. When the got to the open door, Danny yelled into the house as Martin 'admired' the front lawn.

"Mr. Bentley!" Danny called, a couple times and got no answer.

"You think the guy still lives here? Look at this place." Martin inquired.

"Let's find out." Danny replied, pulling his gun and moving through the threshold. Martin right behind him.

"Mr. Bentley?" Danny called, from just a few feet into the house. "FBI."

"What the fuck! Get out of my house!" Robert Bentley hollered, as he ran toward Danny, who in return lifted his gun toward the man. Somehow he didn't see the knife Bentley was holding, which he was now throwing at him. He quickly dodged the object.

"FBI! GET DOWN!"

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!"

"GET DOWN!"

Danny kept his weapon trained on Bentley as Martin handcuffed him.

"Robert Bentley, you are under arrest for an attempted assault on a federal agent."

Once back at the office, the boys dropped Mr. Bentley off in interrogation room 2. It was now Jack and Viv's turn to get some answers.

"Mr. Bentley. Where were you Friday afternoon, around three thirty?" Jack asked, sternly.

"Why?! What did that bitch say! Did she say that I hit her! She-she disserved it. Her and that fucking brat!"

"Who? Who disserved it?

"Marlene and her fucking brat! Never could keep her in fucking line. All she'd do was spend money. Spend my money and get high." Bentley confessed.

"Mr. Bentley, where is Edward?" Viv asked, casually.

Martin was sitting at his desk trying to get something out of the statements Viv had taken from the Elmhurst's neighbors. He couldn't find anything that was helpful. He was pulled out of his concentration when he heard a thump come from Danny's direction.

When he looked up toward Danny's desk, he watched as Danny slammed down files and threw pens across his desk. It looked as though, he misplaced something and couldn't find it.

"Shit!" Danny muttered to himself. Today was not a good day.

"Danny, are you ok?" Martin asked, moving to stand near Danny's side.

"I'm fine, Martin!" With a little more than a hint of anger in his voice.

"No your not. This case is getting to you-

"No it's not!" Danny cut him off, jumping from his seat to meet Martin eye to eye.

"Danny…I know-

"No! You don't know! You don't know shit, Martin! You don't know what it's like to be afraid to go home! Or, or to be thankful for an older brother, because he's the only thing standing between you and your fathers beating! And I know, you don't know what it's like to be scared, every fucking minute of every fucking day, because your father might kill someone you love for no fucking reason more then he was drunk!…You Don't know shit!

Danny then pushed past Martin, and walked hurriedly out of the office. Leaving a upset Martin, and an even more dumbfounded Sam standing behind her desk. She knew this case was getting to Danny. All the cases that involved child abuse did. This one though, was hitting him harder then the rest. She left it alone, thinking Martin could talk him down like he always did. Today wasn't one of those days, apparently.

It's been an hour, since Danny's outburst and he still hasn't returned to the office. Nor has he answered his cell phone.

"Where do you think he would go?" Sam asked, from her perched position on Martin's desk.

"It's New York Sam. Where would you go?" Martin gave back. He was growing more worried, and frustrated. It wasn't like Danny to just take off. Well, it has happened to him before, but never at the office.

"To my secret spot." She replied, as matter-of-factly.

"Your what?" Martin was a little confused, although not really paying any attention as he started to dial Danny's number again.

"My secret spot. You don't have a place where you go to get away from it all?"

"Uh, no." He stated, while hanging the phone up.

'Actually yes.' Martin was thinking to himself. Of course, he would never tell anyone where that place was for the fear of feeling foolish. Just a childhood coping mechanism. Then, for the second time today he found himself thinking about that one man. The one that paid too much attention. The one that took all his innocents and feeling of safety. He learned quickly as a child to not trust anyone right off the bat. Especially family.

Just as his thought's started to get graphic and he wanted to run to his hiding place, Danny caught his eye as he entered the office. He and Sam both stared after him, as he entered silently made his way to his desk, looking just as angry as he did before he left. He plopped down into his desk chair, and started to read the reports in front of him.

Martin knew that he couldn't stay away for long, knowing there was a missing kid with a history of abuse. He also knew that Danny would do what ever it took to save those kids from their abusers.

It was then, that Jack and Viv returned to the bull pen. Jack looking slightly pissed off and at the same time, determined. Viv on the other hand, looked as calm and collected as ever.

"Danny, you go with Viv. Arrest the mother for child negligence. Martin, Sam, your with me!"

All thoughts of anger and concern forgotten at the moment as the team left the office.