I don't own Crossing Lines! My native language is Dutch and I'm dyslectic so sorry for any mistakes.

This is my second Crossing Lines fanfic and will be the first multichapter fanfic. I hope you like it and I will try my best to update regularly, but sometimes school or life interfere with those plans.
The big lines for this story are already down and several chapters have already been written.

It's a(n almost) direct continuation of the season 2 finale, awaiting season 3. So this could be complete nonsense (probably) by the time we get season 3 (fingers crossed!).

And today I discovered Crossing Lines is airing on Dutch TV (our 'new show'), so a perfect time to start this story xP Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Tommy hurried into the police office, trying to find the stuff he needs. He grabbed some ammo and the gun the team had given him for his birthday, the one he treasured a lot. He held it in his hands for a moment before putting it back on his hip. There was no time to waste. He had to go to Spain. Dorn hadn't gotten back to the team and that couldn't mean anything good. Their case was closed so he was free to go. His search for his stuff was stopped by the ringing of his phone. It showed Dorn on the screen. Tommy dropped his bag and answered the phone.

'Have you found her?' It stayed silent on the other side of the line. He could only hear Dorn breathing. 'Sir? Did you find Eva?'

'No, I didn't, detective McConnel. I'm at sergeant Vittoria's hotel room and it appears to have been ransacked.' Tommy turned to one of the computers, looking up the first flight. It was leaving in two hours from Nice. He knew he could be in Nice in 36 minutes. The word "blood" got his attention back with Dorn.

'Wait! What did you say about blood? There was blood in her room?'

'Ye.s I said there was blood in her room, but we do not know whether the blood is from sergeant Vittoria. They are gathering the samples as we speak. It was a lot of blood. Are you understand what I'm saying, detective McConnel?' Tommy ran his hand over his head. He should have tried calling her more times. He should have demanded an explanation on what she was doing there in Spain. 'Detective McConnel?'

'Yeah, I'm still here, sir. I understand what you're saying. That there is blood, it doesn't mean it's sergeant Vittoria's blood...I'm coming to Spain as we speak.' He started the process of booking a seat on the flight.

'I suggest you return to The Hague, detective McConnel. There is not much you can do over here. We first need to know what we're looking for...'

'We're looking for sergeant Vittoria...sir.' Tommy finished the booking and grabbed his bag, heading towards the exit. He knew Eva was somewhere and he was going to find her. Dorn could say whatever he wanted but he knew she was alive. 'I have to go, sir.' Before Dorn could say another word, Tommy hung up the phone. All he needed now was a car to get him to the airport in Nice. He knew it was about a forty-minute drive. His phone started to ring again and Tommy answered once he saw it was Sebastian who was calling.

'You heard already?'

'Heard what?'

'Eva is in trouble in Spain. I'm going there now.' Tommy walked on to the street, looking for a car. He heard Sebastian take a deep breath and he stopped what he was doing. 'You're not calling because of Eva, are you? What's going on, Sebastian?'

'Umm...it's the major, Tommy. He has been shot...and it's not good. He's dead.' Louis was dead? How the hell did that happen? That's three team members since the team was put together, not even two years ago. Tommy's head couldn't handle that. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'But what were you saying about Eva being in trouble?' It made Tommy come back to reality and getting a car. He really had to find Eva. Especially now.

'Dorn just called me. Eva's room was ransacked and there was blood in the room...a large amount, according to Dorn. It hasn't been matched to Eva, or anyone, yet. Either way I'm heading to Spain.'

'Me and Arabela will try to come as soon as possible as well. Hickman is with Louis at the moment. He will probably stay to catch doctor Clarke, but we can come. In a couple of hours. Can you meet us at the airport?'

'I'm already on my way to the airport, Sebastian. I can't wait. I have to find Eva.'

About six hours later Tommy was once again standing at the airport of Asturias, but he felt so much different. He did feel closer to Eva than when he was still in France. The airport was quiet. Not many people were leaving or arriving at this hour. The muscles in his neck hurt from the uncomfortable flight, but he was in Spain, where he needed to be. Outside the air had cooled down and it was dark. As he threw his bag over his shoulder, he realized he only brought his gun, ammo, ID and some old water. Not much more. It wasn't really convenient packing. Tommy looked out on the road. He knew he had to go to Cudillero, but what would he do once he got there? He needed a plan. Without one he was just going to waste precious time. Coming here wasn't a thought-out plan. Maybe he should have waited for Sebastian and Arabela. They could have formed a plan by now. He rubbed his head, as it was started to pound. He had even forgotten the damn pain meds the doctor had prescribed to him. A short man approached him and started to speak rapidly at him, in what Tommy guessed was Spanish.

'I'm sorry, mate,' he said. 'I don't speak Spanish.'

'Umm...you need taxi, sir?' the man asked and he pointed at the taxi behind them. Tommy looked at the car and then turned back to the man.

'Do you go to Cudillero?'

'Yes, yes! I go to Cudillero!' The taxi driver nodded firmly. He seemed happy and Tommy couldn't really blame the guy. The ride was probably going to cost him quite a lot of money, but it didn't seem like he had another option.

'Do you know where hotel...' Tommy started, trying to think of the name of the hotel. 'Umm...hotel Maravillas del Mar?'

'No...no hotel Maravillas del Mar,' the taxi driver said, shaking his head with a frown. 'But I can find in town. When we get there. No problem, sir. I find it!' Tommy sighed and then got in the car. He wasn't getting anything better at this time. As he sat down he rested his head against the back of the seat, hoping it would get rid of the pounding in his sleep.

'You can sleep, sir,' the taxi driver said. 'I wake you when in Cudillero. No problem, sir!' Tommy closed his eyes, but the images of the entire day were raging through his head and he couldn't get some rest.

It didn't take the taxi driver long to find Eva's hotel, nor was it hard to get the key to her room. It was actually already available. The owner told him that police had already come to search the room. Tommy ignored the man and headed upstairs. He didn't care how many people had been there. He just needed to see it himself. The corridor seemed the longest he ever walked. His hands were shaking as he stood in front of the door. After a deep breath he opened it. Dorn hadn't been wrong when he said the room had been ransacked. Pillows and sheets were cut up and almost everything had been turned over. Nothing was left untouched. Blood was all over the bed, pieces of the mirror that once hung on the wall, and on the floor.

'Damn, Eva,' Tommy mumbled looking around. A weak smile appeared on his face. It looked like there had been a struggle. He knew Eva wouldn't go down without a fight and it looked like she put up a good one. He looked through the stuff, hoping to find something that would give him an indication of why Eva had stayed in Spain. Her laptop was under her desk, but it looked destroyed. Tommy would need Sebastian for that if they could get something off the laptop. He sighed and looked around in the room once more. They would have to wait for DNA matches to give them more information. For now he was stuck with waiting, which he hated.

Tommy walked into the hotel that Sebastian and Arabela had booked. As soon as he saw them, he walked over to them and handed Sebastian Eva's laptop. Sebastian looked at it with a serious face. Arabela held a bag in front of him.

'We packed you some stuff,' she told him. 'Since you left in such a hurry. We figured you might have forgotten some essentials.' He took the bag and slung it over his shoulder. Arabela handed him a key as well. 'You're in room six-hundred-four.' Tommy shrugged. He didn't care about his room number. They had arrived; they could do something.

'We should get started,' he told them. 'Eva was in the room but I don't know how long ago...I requested the security tapes to be send to us so we can see if she has been caught on any of the cameras. And we need to figure out why she chose to stay in Spain even though our case was over...we...'

'Tommy, maybe some food first,' Sebastian interrupted his train of thoughts. 'The tapes, the DNA, the computer...it will all take some times before we get some results. We should get some food first. When was the last time you ate anything?'

'And maybe some sleep as well,' Arabela added carefully. 'I believe the last time you slept was in the hospital. You have been up for many hours...' Tommy shook his head.

'No!' he said firmly. 'We need to find Eva! We don't know where she is or what happened to her. We can't just sit, eat and sleep while she is out somewhere.' He started to pace back and forth. 'There needs to be something we can do now! We could...we could...' Tommy stopped. He didn't know what they could do at the moment. All he could think of was finding Eva and the raging headache. Arabela put her hand on his arm.

'Tommy, listen to yourself,' she said softly. 'You sound like you're losing it. Rest for a little while. When we are rested, we can continue the search. It doesn't help Eva when we're all run down and exhausted...'

'We already lost enough friends!' Tommy shouted angrily. 'I'm not going to lose Eva as well!' The few people in the lobby turned their heads towards them and Tommy gave them an angry look. They could mind their own damn business. Sebastian sighed.

'I know it's hard losing Louis today...' he said. 'Especially now that Eva is missing, but you need to stay focused and fresh.' Focused? Tommy had never felt more focused in his life. He knew exactly what he needed. Be damned if he didn't get enough hours of sleep. He had worked on very few hours of sleep before and it worked out. But looking at Sebastian and Arabela, he knew they weren't going to give up anytime soon. He took a deep breath and then he nodded.

'Fine,' he said. 'As long as I can pick my own food.' Arabela gave him a little smile, but Tommy ignored it. He headed up to his room. The room looked very neat. Tommy dropped his bag on the bed and lay down on it himself. Sebastian had suggested food but he was not hungry at all. He didn't even bother getting change or anything. He was just going to lie here for a while. He didn't expect sleep to come anytime soon.

TBC.

A big thanks to my sister for taking her time to check this chapter!