No, you didn't miss anything. The sections do go from Day 5 to Day 9. You didn't miss much, and the nutshell of it is given in this section.

Day 9

Denver, Colorado

Larabee Ranch

6:30 a.m. MST

Martin stood in Chris' den, watching the sunrise from the warmth of the house. The past few days had been great. The seven men had welcomed him with open arms, and Martin had grown fully accustomed to Vin's constant presence and occasional voice in his head. But there was still one thing weighing on his mind.


He sighed as he heard Chris walk in. He had come to respect Chris over the past few days. He had grown fond of the entire team that had accepted him as one of their own. He knew that if he ever decided to leave New York, Denver would adopt him in a heartbeat.

The blonde handed him a coffee cup, and Martin gratefully accepted. He took a sip, only to look over at Chris.

"Hey, if you want any of that drain cleaner you and your brother love so much, you'll have to wait for Vin to get here," Chris explained. "I only make coffee that normal people can drink."

Martin shrugged, taking another sip of the brew that, in his mind, was too weak.

"You ready to head back?" Chris asked.

"Got everything packed," Martin replied.

"That's not what I meant."

Martin paused. He knew Chris was asking about Victor.

"He spends most of his time in DC, so I probably won't see him for a while, which suits me fine."

"I'm sure you'll manage when you do. But if you want any backup, I'm sure Vin would be there in a heartbeat. And then there's that partner of yours, Danny."

Martin smiled. "If I ever had to kill someone, Danny wouldn't just cover for me, he'd help me bury the body."

"Sounds like Buck," Chris mumbled.

"Yeah, Buck and Danny would get along great," Martin chuckled. "I'll have to bring him out here sometime."

They stood there quietly, watching from the warmth of the house as the sun peeked over the horizon. Little time had passed before Vin's old Jeep could be seen pulling up the long drive to the ranch house.

Vin walked in, carrying a thermos. "I thought ya might like some real coffee," he said, taking the lid off and releasing the bold aroma.

Chris shook his head as Martin replaced the weaker brew with what Vin had brought.

"Ya ready?" Vin asked, standing next to Martin in front of the window.

"Now, yes," Martin said. "If I get asked that many more times I may say no."

Vin chuckled softly, and they stood watching the sun rise over the trees. Finally, it was Martin who spoke the inevitable.

"We'd better get going if I wanna have plenty of time at the airport."

He grabbed his bags, said a final farewell to Chris-who promised to pass it on to the rest-and got in Vin's Jeep. Martin felt a brief twang of sorrow as he watched the ranch house disappear around a bend in the long drive.

"Manhattan'll probably drive me crazy after this," he muttered. "Denver's slower, somehow, less rushed."

"Welcome ta stay," Vin offered.

"No, I need to go back," Martin said. "My place is still in New York. But if I ever leave, I'm headin' straight back here."

Vin cocked his head. He wasn't sure, but it sounded as if Martin was leaving with a bit of Vin's Texan twang. Get's much thicker, an' no one'll tell us apart.

"I heard that!" Martin exclaimed. "I'd better not be drawlin' like you. Danny'd never let me live it down." He stopped as he realized what he had heard. "Crap."

Vin full-out laughed at that, dodging Martin's hand as his brother swatted him. They were both in a good mood, despite Martin's imminent departure. They both knew that there was no way to keep them apart, now that they'd found each other, no matter what anyone could do.

New York City

La Guardia International Airport

3:45 p.m. EST

Martin grabbed his suitcase off the baggage carousel and headed for the exit. Danny had said he would be there to pick him up.

"Fitzy, how was your impromptu vacation?" the Cuban asked, leading Martin out to the car.

"Not bad. You'd like those fellas."

"'Fellas'?" Danny asked. "Since when do you say 'fellas'?"

"Crap," Martin groaned.

"Sounds like your Lone Star brother's accent has rubbed off on you," Danny grinned.

"I told Vin this would happen. I'm never gonna hear the end of it now!"

Danny laughed, starting the car engine. Martin leaned back in his seat, watching the familiar sights pass by. Danny asked a few questions about Denver, enough to pass the time. Once back at Martin's apartment, Danny asked what he had avoided in the car.

"What are you going to do about Victor?"

Martin paused. "Honestly, I don't know. I could confront him about it, but it wouldn't do any good. I mean, nothing can change what he did. I guess all I want is for him to admit that he screwed up."

"Good luck with that," Danny scoffed. "Listen, I gotta go. I'm going to Elena's for dinner."

"All right, thanks for pickin' me up. See ya in the mornin'."

Danny simply grinned at Martin's new twang, and bid his farewell.

Martin went about cleaning up, having not left his apartment in the best of conditions, but it was mechanical. His mind was still on Victor. He knew he couldn't leave it for long, otherwise it would fester.

But, boy, did he dread that conversation.


Washington, D.C.

FBI Headquarters

10:30 a.m. EST

Martin simply nodded to the secretary and kept on walking, ignoring her protests. He entered the office, closing the door behind him a bit more forcefully than was needed.

"Martin, what is the meaning of this?" Victor Fitzgerald asked, put off by his son's abrupt entrance.

"I'll tell you," Martin said, squaring off on the opposite side of the Deputy Director's desk. "I've had it. I thought you were just a critical S.O.B. who enjoyed ruling my life, but now I know why."

"Martin, what are you talking about?" Victor asked, slightly concerned about his son's current state.

"You didn't tell me," Martin growled. "You didn't tell me, and you left Vin behind. Not telling me is bad enough, but that you would just take me and leave Vin... What kind of heartless bastard are you?"

"Martin, I have no idea what you're talking about. Who's Vin?"

"My brother!" Martin all but yelled. "I was six when you adopted me, and I have a twin brother. Don't say you didn't know about him, 'cause I know you do."

Victor stiffened. How did Martin find out? "The social worker assigned to your case said you had a twin brother that was most likely special needs. I saw no reason to burden the family with that."

"Did they happen to mention the 'special need' was because he's dyslexic?" Martin fumed. "Even that's not a good enough reason. You know what? I've had it. I'm through with you."

Martin left the office before Victor could say anything else.

On the commuter flight back to New York, Martin checked his voicemail. There was one new message.

"Hi, Martin, it's Hank Peters, the attorney. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that everything went through without a hitch. The judge signed the petition, and you are now well on your way to being Martin Elijah Tanner. You can come by my office whenever to pick up the papers. You're welcome."


And such is the end of Discovery. Stay tuned, because part 2, Repercussions, will be posted soon. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!