A/N: OH MY GOD I'm so into this story now that I know where it's going and have time to write it. I promised longer and here it is! And I'm in the midst of writing the eleventh chapter and I'm thinking maybe twelve or thirteen total. This week has been so crazy with the PSAT-which I skipped because I'm a freaking senior I've taken it three times and I don't need you people telling me what to do-and my driver's test on Friday (I PASSED BY THE WAY) and I'm panicking about my English grade so…
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Like always, I own nothing except for Cat, Mark, Madi, and the idea for the story.
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"Russell!" A very ticked off voice filled the hallway. Russell sighed.
"Yes, Cat?" He asked rubbing a hand over his face. He looked at the irate FBI agent in front of him and knew something had turned up.
"A man named Jack Delaney just walked into the station and confessed to the murders that Greg is being accused of." She growled. "He explained how he knew to plant evidence, which he got from breaking into Greg's home."
"So why confess?" Russell asked.
"He's a budding schizophrenic." She frowned. "The voices were getting to him."
"Call Greg. Tell him he can come home now."
"Do you honestly think I haven't tried?" She snarled. He let the comment slide because he could tell how upset she was (that and she technically outranks him).
"He isn't answering. Morgan isn't answering. Nobody that knows where he is is answering." Russell could see that she was more scared than anything at this point but was expressing that fear as anger.
"We'll find him." He told her.
"We'd better." She said, pulling out her cell phone and stalking away. Russell figured she was going to pull out every favor she had to bring Greg home.
He just hoped it would be enough.
It was dark. His hands were restrained above his head. His head hurt. There was a warm liquid dripping down the side of his face. Most likely blood. He thought. The room he was in smelled like sawdust and metal. A warehouse maybe? He thought. He was either wearing a blindfold or the room was completely dark, because there was never a time in Vegas when it was completely dark.
If I'm even in Vegas still. He thought sadly. He tried to focus on what he remembered.
He was at Mark's place.
He had just been stitched up.
He had slept for a few hours.
He woke up to a loud bang.
Morgan had screamed.
Mark had jumped on top of one of the guys.
Another had hit him over the head with a bat.
Then a guy had grabbed Morgan and shoved the two of them into a closet.
Then a guy had hit him over the head with the butt of his gun.
So that's why his head hurt.
Go figure.
Suddenly the room was filled with a harsh bright light. He immediately shut his eyes to shield them from the light. A cool slimy voice echoed through the room.
"You're awake. Good. Let's have some fun then, shall we?"
There was sobbing, lots and lots of sobbing. Russell got the call to come to the hospital from Morgan's phone but it was Finn on the line.
"What happened?" He asked Finn, coming up the hall behind her. She looked at him sadly.
"Morgan was coming to work and Greg was with her to get some spare clothes. Someone did a drive-by and Greg took a bullet in his arm. They went to his friend Mark's place. She told Cat what happened, but Cat wasn't too worried because Morgan made it sound like a scrape that might need some stitches, but nothing life-threatening. Mark is a doctor and former paramedic so Cat knew he'd be in good hands. After patching him up, they left him on the couch to get some rest. A few hours later, a group of people broke in, knocked out Mark, and threw both Mark and Morgan into a closet. When they managed to get out, Greg was gone and there was a pool of blood. Not enough to have killed him, but enough to subdue him. Mark has a concussion and is getting checked out while Morgan is-physically-unharmed." Finn said, explaining the whole crazy situation to him.
"And that's why we couldn't reach any of them." Russell frowned.
"We have a BOLO out." She said shrugging.
"We'll find him." Russell said gently.
"Alive or dead?" Nick asked, looking over at them. He had a dark look in his eyes. Someone had just taken his little brother and he wasn't happy about it. Russell was silent.
"Morgan!" A voice called out from down the hall. Cat stalked into the room only moments later; she was pissed, but not at Morgan. She walked up to the younger woman, who had stood up from her seat next to Sara, and wrapped her arms around her. She enveloped Morgan in a hug as she cried. Morgan laid her head against Cat's shoulder and just let it out. Cat rubbed her back and muttered that they would find him and everything would be okay. The two women broke apart but Cat kept her hands on Morgan's shoulders. Fiery green eyes bore into swimming blue.
"We will bring him home." Cat said. Mark walked into the room and froze when he saw Cat. She turned and saw him.
"Mark." She said. She walked over and hugged him too. "I'm glad you're okay." She whispered.
"I'm so sorry." He said hugging her back.
"You tried to help him. You stitched him up." Cat said, breaking away from him. "That's all I can ask of you." She wiped the tears from her face and squared her shoulders, looking every bit the soldier with her back ramrod straight and an expression of steel. She looked at Russell.
"I'm leaving this case in LVPD jurisdiction because you're the best and you want him back just as much as I do. However, I will oversee this and if I'm not convinced it's a priority and it's getting somewhere, I will give it to another specialized task force." She said. There was a subtle threat in her words. Close this case and bring him home, or I'll do what I have to no matter what the consequences.
"I'll do what I can to help get him back, and if you need anything, call me and it's yours." She stalked out without waiting for confirmation.
"Where do you think she's going?" Finn asked.
"Hopefully back to Madi. She'll have to tell her that Greg isn't coming home after all." Mark said softly.
"You know what?" Nick said. "I have a few questions." He stood up.
"First, who are the guys that shot at you guys at the lab and why didn't we know that it happened?" It was technically two questions, but nobody called him out on it. "Second, are they the same guys who came back and took Greg?" The silence after he said it was deafening.
"Why don't we go find some answers then?" Russell asked. "Nick, you and Sara go to Mark's and process that scene." Two heads nodded. "Mark you go with them." Another nod. "Finn, you and I are going to the garage and Morgan, you're going home." Morgan opened her mouth to protest but Russell cut her off.
"That's an order. Get some rest." He said. He walked out to his car with Finn right behind him and didn't look back. Maybe if he could just focus on bringing Greg home he wouldn't focus on the fact that one of his team members, one of his kids was in trouble. These guys were his second family, and Greg was the little brother, the one everyone tried to protect.
They were doing such a good job.
Russell didn't know if his family could take a blow like losing Greg, because Greg was the glue that held them together. He was the one that was always willing to listen to others' problems, and was the one that convinced them that everything would be fine. He brought light to their darkest cases and his humor never failed to lighten a room. Nick had once mentioned that after Warrick died and Grissom left, Greg had begged him not to leave as well. He had stayed for his little brother because, no matter what, He had to look out for him. Russell didn't even want to think about how far Nick would fall if Greg was gone. Hell, he didn't want to think about how far all of them would fall if Greg died.
They had to bring him home.
They just had to.
