A/N: As promised, here's the second half of the story. I still don't own anything. I hope you enjoy the conclusion, and please review. :)


Just Another Day… Part 2

The tube down his throat was more than he could stand.

He tried to reach up to it, but found his hand unable (or unwilling, he couldn't really be sure) to move. He wanted like hell to get the tube out, though, so he fought to move his hand up to pull it out.

To no avail.

Finally, he opened his eyes, taking in the sites of his hospital room, full of machines and tubes running everywhere (and in everywhere). He glanced down at his arms, noticing the casts and realizing why he wasn't able to move them.

They were too heavy.

He tried to cough out the tube, which set off more alarms than he'd ever heard before, which made the pain in his head hit a high note and become ever present in his reality. And as the staff came running in, he found himself getting mildly sheepish for the sheer amount of people responding to his attempts to dislodge a tube.

"Agent Fitzgerald," a woman dressed in a white coat said. "Sir, you need to settle down. Just relax."

Martin looked over at her and stopped trying to cough.

"My name is Dr. Andrews," she continued as she shined a light into his eyes, causing him to groan and struggle to swing his arms. "I need to ask you some questions. Blink once for yes, twice for no. Do you have any pain?"

Martin nodded instead of blinking.

"In your head?"

Martin nodded again.

"Anywhere else?"

Martin glared.

Dr. Andrews looked at him. "Is that supposed to be a yes?" she asked pointedly.

Martin nodded.

"Okay. Listen, Agent Fitzgerald, we're going to give you something for the pain. I know that your friends have mentioned you've had a bad reaction to narcotic pain relievers before, so we're going to hang some Acetaminophen for you. If it isn't enough, let us know, and we'll figure something else out. In the meantime, I'm going to try taking that tube out of your throat, okay?"

Martin nodded as he closed his eyes again.

"Just relax…"


When he woke up, he knew he was somewhere else.

The machines were gone, and the view outside the window was completely different. The hallway was quieter, and he could hear his roommate breathing. At least, he thought that was his roommate…

But, truly, it was Danny.

And Danny was snoring.

Martin found himself smiling, and thinking of however many ways he could to scare the crap out of Danny and wake him up. When the nurse came in, he knew he had his answer, as he disconnected a few wires from the EKG machine, causing it to flat line.

Danny jumped awake at the shrill sound the machine made as it failed to capture a heart rhythm. Danny's reaction was enough to send Martin into a short fit of laughter, cut off by the coughing and pain from laughing with seriously injured ribs.

"Are you done having fun now?" the nurse asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm good," Martin said as he reattached the wires to the EKG box with the nurse's help.

"You're an ass," Danny told him as he rubbed his hand over his eyes, his wedding ring glinting in the light from the hallway.

Martin simply smirked as the nurse continued her work.

"How's the pain?" she asked.

"Not too bad," Martin replied.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"No, thank you."

"Okay, then. I'll leave you two alone."

"Thank you."

"Sure thing. Call if you need anything."

"Thank you," Danny said as the nurse walked out. He looked over at Martin. "So, it's good to see that you're doing okay," he said to his injured friend.

"I'm still breathing," Martin replied. "So, that's pretty good."

"That is good."

Martin nodded, exhaling slowly.

"How are you really doing?" Danny asked.

"How long was I out of it?" Martin asked, ignoring Danny's question.

"About 4 days. How are you really doing?"

"I already told you, man. I'm still breathing. I really can't complain."

Danny looked at him.

"Alright, so acetaminophen really doesn't help the pain," Martin admitted. "But, I know anything stronger wouldn't work well for me, so I'm better off being in pain, I guess. What I really want to know is…"

"How did we find you?" Danny asked. At Martin's nod, he said, "your phone pinged off a tower near the crash site. We searched the area and got lucky. You almost didn't make it, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, brother."

"Anytime." Danny shifted in the seat. "You should get some rest. Or, I mean, we could watch the game, and then you can sleep the entire time Jack is here."

"You guys are keeping shifts?" Martin asked.

"Someone ran you off the road," Danny replied. "And, we don't know who that was yet, or what the reason was for it. Do you remember anything from the crash?"

Martin shook his head. "Goes blank after I left the office."

Danny nodded. "That's understandable. But, should you start to remember some things…"

"Yeah, yeah," Martin interrupted. "You all wanna be here."

"Plus, we gotta keep you out of trouble. You've been awake for one day, and you're already setting off the alarms and making people come running."

Martin simply smirked.


When Jack replaced Danny, Martin shifted in the bed. "You doin' alright?" Jack asked.

"I'll be fine," Martin replied, and almost meant it.

Jack nodded, sitting awkwardly in the visitor's chair.

Martin closed his eyes.

"You tired?"

Martin shook his head. "Headache won't go away," he replied softly. "Among other pains."

"Want me to get the doctor?" Jack asked.

Martin shook his head again. "I'll live."

Jack nodded again, mostly to himself.

"How long was I missing?" Martin asked softly.

"Best guess, about eight hours," Jack replied.

Martin nodded slowly.

Jack didn't say anything else, either.


Vivian brought him ice cream as Jack slipped through the door. "I figured you could use something good to eat," she told Martin.

"Thanks," he replied softly.

"How's the memory coming?"

He shook his head. "Still missing a lot of pieces," he told her honestly. "The doc says I might not get parts of it back."

"That's true. How's the rest of you?"

"The rest of me… the rest of me is still here."

Vivian nodded.

"I'm sorry," Martin told her.

"For what?" she asked.

"Making you guys have to look for me."

"That's not your fault, you know."

Martin didn't respond beyond shifting his position in bed.

"Eat your ice cream," Vivian instructed him.

Martin did what he was told.


Martin must have drifted off, because the next thing he knew, Sam was sitting beside him, thumbing through a magazine. "How long was I out for?" he asked.

"About four hours," Sam replied, putting down the magazine to move beside him. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess." He shifted in bed, and Sam moved to help him. "I got this," he told her calmly.

"Do you remember being followed out of the office?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"Because we think someone was following you when you left the office."

Martin thought about the hours before the crash, but all that came up was him leaving the office and them looking for him.

"What?" she asked.

"When I was in the car… I had this… I don't know what you'd call it, but you guys were looking for me. But, you didn't know you were looking for me, not at first. We couldn't tell from the surveillance video. But, I'd been abducted from a garage."

"Were you abducted from a garage?" she asked.

"No," Martin replied. "I left the office, went to the garage, and drove out without a problem. But there was a guy, in this… thing I had…"

"Can you describe him to a sketch artist?"

"I can try…"


Elena was lucky enough to be babysitting when the call came in that they caught the guy who'd run Martin off the road. His name was Ethan McCarthy, and he was involved a case that had gone south, though Martin couldn't remember too many of the details at the moment. He couldn't remember much of anything. The pain in his head continued to compound into an ear-splitting migraine, so Martin conceded and asked the doctor to add something else.

Ibuprofen.

Which, still wasn't helping much, but it was slightly better than acetaminophen alone. And as Elena sat in the visitor's chair, rubbing her pregnant abdomen, Martin realized that he had the best family around him, willing to sit with him through everything.

Well… almost everything.

"Time to get you washed up, Agent Fitzgerald," the nurse's aide said as she made her way into the room.

"I'll see you later," Elena said, standing up and heading out of the room.

"Gee, thanks for your help," Martin said to her retreating form and small smirk.

The End.