A young Danny Taylor, sat on his bed coloring in an old magazine. Suddenly Raffi came quickly into their room, closing the door behind him. "Come on Danny" he whispered, as he took Danny's arm and pulled him to their small closet. He shoved his little brother into the small space and whispered, "Don't come out, and be quiet no matter what you here", before he quickly closed the door. No more then a few seconds later, Danny could hear the bedroom door slam open against the interior wall. Danny almost felt safe in the dark space. That was until the voice of his very drunk father filled the air.

"You fucking piece of shit!"

He could hear Raffi begging for the punches and kicking to stop. Screaming in pain at every blow. Danny just sat quietly and completely still as instructed by his brother. The one person he knew would always be there to protect him when his father got this way.

Suddenly there was silence, no more crying. Danny could hear the faint steps of his father leaving their room and slamming the door shut. He immediately grabbed for the doorknob, but he couldn't open it! He started to panic. Banging on the door, trying to get Raffi's attention. He wanted out of this closet. He needed to see his brother. He couldn't breathe"

Danny suddenly awoke with a jolt. He slowly sat up in bed, and noticed it was still dark. He turned to see the alarm clock that read 08:40 AM. He then looked out the window and noticed it was raining. New York was always dark and gloomy when it rained.

Danny looked to his side, and saw that Martin was still sleeping soundly.

Danny quietly got up, and made his way to Martin's side of the bed. He gently pulled the blankets over Martin to keep him warm. Once he was sure Martin was comfortable without him, he left the room closing the door behind himself.

Danny was in the kitchen making sure the coffee was being made. He started looking through the refrigerator when his cell phone started ringing. He followed his ring tone into the living room, and found his phone on the coffee table where he had left it.

"Taylor." He answered.

"Good Morning Danny. It's Viv."

"Hey Viv. What's up?" Danny asked, walking back towards the fridge.

"I was just calling to see how you and Martin were doing. The two of you weren't exactly on the best of terms yesterday."

"We're ok, Viv." Danny sighed.

"Yeah? Then why do you sound so depressed?

"I'm not depressed. I just woke up." Danny answered, with a yawn.

"Hmm, must be nice to sleep in. We haven't gotten a new case yet, so we're playing catch up on paperwork. God Forbid we actually get to sleep in today." Viv said, playfully.

"I'm sorry?"

"Just rest Danny. You two need it. I've gotta go now, I'll call later."

"Ok Viv. Try to have a good day?"

"I will, bye."

After Danny put his phone back onto the coffee table, he made is way back into the kitchen to finish making breakfast.

Martin woke up to the smell of coffee, and bacon. He glanced up at the alarm clock as it read 09:02 AM. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd slept in this long. Yet, somehow he felt more exhausted then before he went to bed. He rolled out of bed, as his stomach started to growl.

Martin made his way down the short hallway to the living room. He stopped in the threshold, and watched as Danny put a plate of bacon on the table.

"Hey, good morning!" Danny greeted, when he notice Martin.

"Hey." Martin replied, making his way over to the table. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making breakfast for the man I love." Danny answered, giving Martin a quick kiss on the lips.

"I can see that, but why are you making breakfast? You only cook for the man you love, when you feel guilty about something."

"I don't feel guilty, I just love you a lot. Plus I woke up first, and thought you'd like to wake up to an already made breakfast."

"Well it is nice, thank you." Martin said, sitting down.

"No problem. Let me get you some coffee." Danny said, while walking back into the kitchen.

When Danny returned with two coffee cups, he placed one in front of Martin and sat down next to him with his own. They ate in silence for a few minutes, both thinking about yesterdays events until Danny broke said silence.

"Listen Martin, I am really sorry about the way I acted yesterday. I know you were only trying to help, but I was lost in my own thoughts. I had no right to say those things to you."

"It's okay, Danny. I was a rough case. It got to all of us."

"No, it's not okay. I didn't even realize you came home last night. How did you get home last night? I'm really sorry for leaving you there."

"It's okay, really. Jack gave me a ride, that's when he told me we had today off. When I got home you were sitting on the couch, I guess you didn't hear anything I said?"

"No, when Jack called, my phone woke me up from whatever state I was in. I went to bed after that and I couldn't find you."

"When was this?" Martin asked.

"Around eleven thirty? I found you on the bathroom floor." Danny answered.

"Really?" Martin said quietly, almost ashamed.

"Yeah, you must have past out from crying. Martin are you okay? What happened?"

"It's a long story, okay."

"Well, we've got all day Martin. You wanna talk about it?"

Martin didn't answer, just pushed his eggs around his dish.

"Martin…you're not using painkillers again-"

"No!"

"Then what is it? You can tell me." Danny was pleading.

Again Martin kept quiet, and neglected to look up from his dish.

"Martin if it is the pills, I can help-"

"Jeez Danny, what the hell! I refuse you talk to you about something, so you automatically assume I'm abusing drugs again!?"

"Why are you getting so defensive, Martin!? If it isn't the pills, then what is it!?"

"I'm not going to sit here and be accused." Martin deadpanned, pushing himself up from the table heading back to their bedroom.

"Go ahead Martin! Run away!" Danny also got up, and proceeded to yell down the hall after Martin. "Yesterday we HAD to talk about my problems, why can't we talk about yours!"

Just then Martin slammed the bedroom door shut. Danny was so outraged that he punched a hole in the living room wall. Right then, he realized that he had to calm down. He had chased Martin out of the room with accusations. He needed to be sure that Martin wasn't abusing painkillers again, then he could talk to Martin with sure confidence that he was telling the truth.

Danny made his way to their bathroom, where he started his search for any kind of pill. He looked in the medicine cabinet, under the sink, behind the toilet, he even looked in the heating vent. There were no pills, which he thanked God for. Danny then stealthily check the rest of their apartment. Also finding nothing.

He thought back to when Martin first confessed his addiction. Martin had told him that he had once gone through the trash at the office to get his pills back. He had to check his desk, back at the office.

Danny wrote a little note for Martin, informing him that he had gone out from a bit and that he would be back soon. He pulled on this coat, and heading to the FBI building.

Meanwhile, in their bedroom, Martin heard Danny punch the living room wall. Knowing that Danny was angry again, he got back into bed and pulled the blankets over his head. He had to think. Why didn't he tell Danny? Why didn't he just open up and tell him about Parker, and the horrible memories that this case brought back. He wasn't ready. He couldn't do it.

Martin wondered what Danny was doing out in the living room. He couldn't here him moving around, and he didn't come into the bedroom after him. Then Martin heard the front door close. Danny must have left.

'Good, this will give me some time to think, and give Danny some time to cool off.' Martin thought to himself.

Danny entered the MPU office, making his way to Martin's desk trying not to look worried. When he made it to his desired destination, Danny began to scan the surface of his partners desk. There was nothing pointing to addiction, but then Danny knew Martin was smart enough not to keep painkillers in plain sight. Then Danny's eye landed on a little green man, in a prone shooting stance. He remembered the day Martin had received it, he was all smiles. That Daniel kid, was so cute. It was heartbreaking when Martin repeated the interview to Sam, and himself.

"Danny, what are you doing here?" Sam asking, standing from her own desk.

"Hey Sam, I'm just picking up some paperwork Martin wanted." He lied.

"Never can pull him away from work, can we?" Sam said, as she was leaving the office. "Oh, before I go. Tell Martin that Edward Elmhurst will be released from the hospital in a couple days. Social Services found a foster home for him, and his brother."

"That's…great, Sam." Danny wasn't to fond of foster homes, but it would beat their previous living arrangements. He hoped.

Sam made her way to Jack's office, no doubt to ask him when he would be leaving. Danny again began to search Martin's desk, this time looking through the drawers. He came across a wood utensil box. Danny pulled the box out thinking that would be a great place to hide pills, but it was much to light to be holding anything. When he opened it, he found a small stack of old newspaper clippings.

Picking up the article on top of the pile, Danny read about a seven year old boy who had been molested by his nanny. The article also had a sketch drawing of the male nanny. Danny went to the next article, reading about a six year old boy, also being molested by his male nanny of two years. This article also held a sketch drawing. Placing the second article with the first Danny reached for the third, when he was interrupted.

"I thought I told you to take the day off, Danny." Jack called, making his way to stand next to Danny.

"I'm just picking something up for Martin." He lied, again.

"Don't you two have a life somewhere outside of the office? Every time I give one of you the day off, you end up back here. What are you going to do when you retire?"

"Move into the building and annoy all the agents?"

"You already annoy all the agents…How's Martin doing? I haven't talked to him since last night." Jack asked.

"Uh, we had this huge fight this morning. He's hiding out in the bedroom." Danny answered, honestly.

"He's not in the bathroom then." Jack stated.

"I found him in the bathroom last night. How did you know that?"

"I've known Martin since he was a kid. His father and I were partners back in the day. Sometimes, very rarely I would get invited to have diner at the Fitzgerald's. I would go looking for him when he seemed to disappear. He was always in the bathroom, huddled in the tub. Take a lot of convincing to get him out of there. He was afraid of something, he just wouldn't tell me what it was." Jack answered.

"So, bathrooms are like his security blanket. He feels safe in there." Danny stated.

Danny didn't know anything about this. He didn't know that Martin and Jack went that far back. He couldn't remember Martin ever staying in the bathroom longer then needed before. Maybe this case brought back a fear of his? What was he afraid of?

"Did you ever find out what he was afraid of?" Danny asked. He had to get to the bottom of this if it would help Martin move on.

"Yep, about three years after that." Jack wasn't sure if he should rat Martin's history out, but Danny was probably the only thing holding him together when they got cases like these. "Martin never talked to you about Richard Parker, did he?"

"No, who is he?" Danny was curious. Did this man hurt Martin. Did he cause Martin so much fear, that a case involving abused children would bring that fear back?

"You really need to talk to Martin. He's been trying to find a way to talk to you, but this case hit home for both of you. I understand that you are dealing with your past too, Danny. But Martin tries to forget every time, and unfortunately he has been holding it all in for so long that it's ripping him apart."

Danny was kind of shocked. Every time they pick up a case involving abused children, Danny is the one that gets upset, and throws cruel comments at Martin. Danny is the one that soaks up all of Martins comforting acts after said cases. How could he not notice that Martin was suffering just the same, if not more.

"I…I have to go home. I-I have to talk to Martin." Danny stuttered.

"You do that Danny. I'm giving you and Martin the rest of the week off. You help each other through this. Neither one of you is any good to me if you have personal stuff holding you back…Go home, I'll see you both on Monday." Jack said, before heading to his office.

Danny looked back down to the articles. Did these kids have something to do with his fear. He scanned the sketches on all three articles.

"Oh, my God." Danny breathed.

All three sketches were of the same man. Danny picked up the third article to get a better look at the sketch, he then read over the last article and his heart almost stopped. Fear crept up his body, as he did his best not to spill his half eaten breakfast over Martin's desk. Danny stood up and ran as fast as he could out of the office, still holding onto the third newspaper clipping.