A/N: So, this is my first CSI fanfic. I'm not sure just how I did. But some things you should know about it, it's third person Ecklie perspective, just to let you know. It's what I think Ecklie might have been thinking during the whole outburst that Greg has in the episode CSI: Down. A great episode, anyways here it is.

He was walking down the hall, mind in a fog. Would this have played out differently had he been a better father? He wasn't there when she had needed him before, but he sure as hell was going to be there for her now. He would move heaven and earth for his daughter. He understood what that man up in the chopper was feeling.

He was heading towards the interrogation room. Although he wasn't an interrogator, he still was a cop. He wanted answers, and damned if he wasn't going to get some. And that girl was the only one who knew the answers as to where they were headed.

Vaguely he saw CSI Sanders marching in towards the interrogation room.

"You set them up! You're gonna get them killed!" He shouted jabbing a finger at the restrained girl. The slap of the hands on the table could be heard all the way in the hall. "BITCH!"

He ran in there. This would not reflect well on the department. Not that he really cared. If he wasn't the Under-sheriff he would be the first one in line to do the exact same thing that Sanders was doing. He grabbed Sanders under his right arm.

"Sanders!"

He began to pull Sanders away from the table and from the girl. Thoughts ran across his brain at how muscular the skinny guy was. There was a power in the kid, and it was radiating off him. It only took him a second to realize just what the kid was actually radiating. Anger. The kid was actually shaking with it.

"Frank really thinks I tried to help him."

He stared down at the girl. The expression on her face hadn't changed. It was the same stony face to match the same flat voice. For a moment he felt a twinge of fear. What if Morgan hadn't gone into law enforcement? Would she have turned out like the girl in front of him?

"Where did you send them? If they hurt her I swear to you!"

The kid jerked in his grasp. There was a lot of unrestrained power in this kid. Or maybe that was just pure will. Or maybe it was something else. He knew that everyone was on edge with this case, but there was something different about this anger coming from Sanders. Almost as if there were unsaid feelings pulling the strings.

"Mad 10's are my family. Frank killed two of us he has to pay for that."

Sanders turned slightly and kicked the chair. It flipped over and went across to the other side of the room. He was just glad that it was the chair and not anyone else. At this point he knew just what those feelings were underneath pulling the strings. A part of him was relieved that there was someone out there that Morgan could go to. The other part was astonished that someone could be attracted to his daughter and he didn't see it.

"Where. Did. You. Send them!"

"It's done. "

With one final kick, Sanders pushed both men restraining him off, turned and tread heavily out of the room.

She smirked. His mouth hung open a little. This girl really had no remorse for what she'd done. She didn't care that there were three other innocent lives on that chopper. She didn't care about anyone. She was truly lost, and there would be no bringing her back from there.

He just hoped it wasn't too late for Morgan.

So there you have it. How'd I do? Review please.