Without A Trace - Paternity Eternal
Summary: Another day, another case...but its Martin who's missing. Is the team ready for the secrets they will divulge?
Disclaimer: I own nothing...unfortunately
Author's Note: Sorry this is such a sort chapter, I just had to explain a few things...I'll make up for it next time! ;)
Chapter Six: Break Out
Jessie waited impatiently in the interview room. She couldn't believe that they thought she could have something to do with this. All she had done was try to help. Okay, so she hadn't really been all that helpful, but still! She had tried.
She gazed up at her reflection in the mirror. She looked a wreck. Her grey eyes were red and puffy from the amount of times she had nearly cried, her shirt was ruffled and her long brown hair was beginning to fall out of her ponytail. It had been such a long day. Looking at the clock she calculated how long he had been missing. It was 22:38, so it was just over fourteen hours.
Knowing what the brothers' had done to her sister made her fear the worse. She wondered what would happen to Anya if she lost both of her parents. She'd be in therapy for the rest of her life.
Unexpectedly the door to the room was thrown open, shaking her from her thoughts. The woman, Sam, appeared dishevelled, but slightly relieved. Jessie perked up. "You've found him?"
"No, but we've got a solid lead," Sam replied. She gestured for Jessie to get up. "The guy from the garage who carjacked Martin this morning turned himself in. He's telling us everything. Come with me, you may be useful."
Jessie smiled at the thought of actually being of some help and eagerly followed Sam out the room and down the corridor. Quite a crowd had developed around the observation window, listening to the interrogation. Jack and a petite black woman who Jessie hadn't met acknowledged her arrival. Sam bought her up to date.
"Wait? Eddie and Jay?" interrupted Jessie. "That's their names?"
"We believe so, they could be aliases. Why? Do you know them?" Sam turned to face her excitedly; jumping on any information she could gather.
"I don't know. Is there a last name?" asked Jessie, but Sam shook her head. "I know an Edward and Jason Hartley. It was one of my first cases when I was a rookie. They used an accountant to round up a bunch of local kids; a scapegoat as it were. I don't think an arrest was made."
"Hartley?" Jack had just tuned in to their conversation, finally tearing his eyes away from the interrogation. He turned to Vivian.
"I'm on it Jack," she replied before he had time to ask. She turned and left, heading for the bullpen to research the potential lead.
Jessie listened in on the interrogation just as Andy muttered nervously; "...then they left the room. But they didn't close the door properly."
Danny and Elena leaned forward expectantly as Andy paused in his retelling. The small man flinched at the attention, and then continued.
*Flashback 8:03pm*
Martin noticed immediately that they hadn't closed the door. He actually attempted to stand up to try and escape. He collapsed back to the ground rapidly with a grunt of pain. He turned to face Andy with a pleading look.
"What?" questioned Andy confused. Martin nodded towards the door and then back at Andy. "No way! I can't! I try to run and they kill me!"
"If you hadn't of shot me, I would be running straight out that door right now," sighed Martin, clutching his ever-worsening wound. "This is your chance; you can get out of here right now. All you gotta do is run."
Andy considered Martin's words carefully, aware that every second that ticked by his window of opportunity was getting smaller. Then he realised something. "What about you?"
Martin smiled slyly. "I was just getting to that bit. You gotta get out and get me help. I want you to memorise this number; 555-9634 okay. It's a direct line to the Missing Person's Unit at the FBI. You tell them this address then get over there as soon as you can. Tell them everything."
"555-9364" Andy repeated nervously. "They're gonna arrest me! I'm going to prison. I can't do that. I can't leave my wife."
"It's 9634, not 9364," Martin corrected anxiously. "Look, you do this, and I'll get you protection. My dad is the Deputy Director of the FBI. It's about time I got to use my connections."
"You promise?" Andy scrutinised Martin's face, looking for signs of deceit. All he found was sincerity. He knew that Martin would help him despite everything he had done. "Fine. I'll do it."
"...I did what he said. And now I'm here...under arrest."
*End Flashback*
"That was two and a half hours ago," Danny inputted with a panicked look in his eyes. He stared right at Andy. "We went to the address. They weren't there. Do you have any idea where they would have taken him?"
Andy shrugged unhelpfully. "I don't, I'm sorry. I wasn't exactly privy to their plans at that point."
OMG! Another dead end! Will they ever find Martin? And if they do, will they find him alive? Well, I'm not telling you. You'll have to wait for the next chapter. ;) Sorry again that this one was a bit short...
Thanks to MrsFitzgerald52 for reviewing and martinsmaid...I too have seen way too many cop shows ;) I'll update quick to make up for the shortness!