Disclaimer: I'd like to point out that I do not and I never will own Big Time Rush, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena, Jr., and James Maslow. I do own, however, Catalina "Cat" Aragon, Michael and Andres, and Junior Detective Keller. I semi-own Detective Spencer.

Author's Note: Please enjoy my first official Big Time Rush Fan-fiction. It was originally going to be 84. Out Cold of the 100 themes challenge I'm doing for Big Time Rush, but it expanded to something much more than that.

Downhill From Here

Chapter 5

Mikkal

Something crashed in the bushes to his right, making him jump and swing his flashlight wildly around. There was nothing, except an owl startled into flight and it's meal probably hiding under a tree.

"You okay?" Kendall appeared at his side like he was melting out from the shadows, almost giving him a heart attack.

James jerked a small nod. "Yeah. I'm just a little...jumpy." The combination of worry for his friends, the looming threat of wolves, and the darkness of the forest had his nerves on edge.

The slightly shorter (but still pretty tall) teen swung his arms around him in a comforting, protective embrace. "Completely understandable." He squeezed his shoulders, being the leader even though he was freaking out himself. "Don't worry, we'll fine them. We have to."

"I know." He hoped.

"Hey!" Cat yelled. "I...see them...?" She trailed off, confused.

Both their heads shot up to see a flash of light blue, the color of Logan's shirt, and the familiar outline, shape, of Carlos and Logan...in a tree?

"Logan! Carlos!" Kendall screamed and took off at a run, James not too far behind at all.

Carlos was the only one who reacted, his eyes widening at the sight of his friends. James' breath caught when the younger teen scrambled out of the large tree, almost falling.

"James! Kendall!" He lunged for Kendall in a giant hug, tears pricking his eyes painfully. He never cried, not once, since this whole thing happened, so he was a bit entitled now. "You guys don't know how happy I am to see you."

The tall blond took him tightly in his arms. "Ditto," he mumbled, resisting the urge to cry from happiness. There was still a problem. "What's wrong with Logan?"

He hadn't moved since they got there.

Carlos bit his lip. "He-He's really hurt." He shifted his weight on the balls of his feet. "I barely got him in the tree in time to get away from the wolves, but then he fell...and I caught him." Tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed them shut. "And now...now he hurts even more."

James was hesitant when he climbed up the tree, feet slipping on the smooth surface. How did Carlos get both he and Logan up here? Especially if Logan was as injured as he said.

He grabbed the branches and hauled himself up, nearing falling backward when he finally got a good look at his friend. He swallowed several times when bile climbed up his throat.

Logan's head rolled and he stared at the taller teen. "J'mie?" He slurred, sounding horrible.

"Hey buddy." He forced a smile, he had never seen him so lost, so broken, so not Logan. Tan fingers reached out a brushed his cheek to see if this was really happening…

It was.

James went slack for a moment in both relief and disbelief (Damn Michael) before he straightened up. "I'm gonna get you out of this tree, okay?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm in a tree?"

"He hit his head pretty hard," Carlos called up. "And the pain's makin' him…lose where he is sometimes. His back and shoulder are messed up too."

The tallest boy nodded, letting the three know he head. He gently took the shoulder that looked the greatest and pulled him close, Logan shuddered against him, against the pain. Slowly he eased himself down to a lower branch then gathered the paler than normal teen in his arms to slide the rest of the way.

Logan cried out when the impact jarred his bones, grating them in every wrong way possible. He pulled his head into the crook of James' neck and sobbed into it, trembling as spikes of pain traveled up his back from the position.

"You okay?" James whispered, but he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

He shook his head and clutched him tighter. That proved right then and there, even though there was no doubt, that he was in an unbelievable amount of pain. Logan never admitted it unless it was unbearable.

Kendall came over and placed a hand on his forehead before running his fingers through raven locks after he unbuckled the riding helmet. Carlos had taken it off earlier but the dangers of pulling him into a tree made him put it back on just in case.

"We're gonna get you to help," Kendall said firmly. "'Kay Logie?"

"Please," he whimpered.

Very carefully, very slowly, they shiftdr the younger teen onto Kendall's back. But even their gentleness wasn't enough. James walked as close as he could behind, hands on the injured teen's waist so he could help him stay up and Carlos was off to the side to help him catch Logan if he slipped.

Kendall took a deep breath and moved, purposely missing rocks and roots to give him a smooth ride. Logan's forehead dropped on his shoulder and his good arm wrapped around his neck, he breathed out in a small amount of relief.

When they arrived at the stable Logan was closer than ever to passing out but his mind refused to let him. The flashing lights of two police cruisers and an ambulance lit up the gravel parking lot like the Fourth of July.

Andres sat on the steps of the Big House having his head looked at, Cat cried out her husband's name and rushed over to him.

A kind looking man gestured the boys over to him and told them to set Logan in the gurney he and his partner pulled out.

The teen hissed at the battle of pain and comfort that assaulted his back but then relaxed ever so slightly, his eyes closing in relief.

"He jumped me," they heard Andres say. "Some how he got out the rope and jumped me, hit me with a boot scraper, knocked me out, then ran off like a crazy man."

"Did you see which way he went?"

He waved his hand in vague direction. "I was knocked out. What do you think?" He asked sarcastically, showing everyone exactly why he and Cat worked so well together as a couple.

Cat grabbed his chin and inspected his head, kissing the bandage lightly. "So he's out there somewhere?"

Andres nodded solemnly. "Yeah, bella. He is."

They both turned to see the ambulance that held Logan take off with its sirens blaring, the other boys left behind like lost puppies who just got kicked.

"Come on guys!" She called. "I'll take you to the hospital."

One of the officers nodded. "You do that. We'll send someone over, the lead of this case, in about a hour."

"Why?" That was Carlos, eyes red rimmed and face pale. "It's not like we can tell him much, we barely knew the guy, let alone why he would do something like this." He had no clue.

The officer frowned in sympathy. "We've realized that, but Mr. Mitchell—Logan—might have noticed something suspicious. Micheal Morgan has proved to be a dangerous man if he's willing to hurt a sixteen year old he didn't even know and for no apparent reason."

James glared. "'No apparent reason?' Did you tell him, Andres, why he did this?"

He nodded. "Of course. And Micheal is more than dangerous, he's a bit touched in the head."

"Come on." Kendall was starting to impatient, he wanted to see Logan. "Let's get to the hospital."

The other two nodded and all five of them headed to Cat's car, the officer trailing behind like an annoying little kid.

He seemed to realize this because he smile sheepishly and stopped. "Just to let you know," he said, "The detective's name is Spencer and her partner is Keller, they're the best team out there."

"Now, are you sure Mr. Morgan said that?" Nick Keller asked, jotting down a few notes.

James nodded. "Yeah. He hated us 'cause we got the deal instead of him, even though we didn't get it until years after he tried."

Detective Juliet Spencer wrote that down, despite the statements from three out of four of Big Time Rush she still needed all she could since the most important one was currently passed out with sweet drugs running through his system.

"We'll start looking now," she said, "And we'll keep you updated. Give us a call when your friend wakes up."

"His name is Logan," Kendall growled. He wilted at the looks Carlos and James gave him. "Sorry." He ran a hand down his tired face. "My nerves are a little frayed."

Keller nodded, and put his notebook away. "Understandable." He gestured towards his superior and they both headed out the room. "We'll leave you now, just don't forget to call."

Out in the hallway Keller sighed in relief. "Well, that was nerve racking," he admitted.

She raised an eyebrow. "How? They're just kids. Famous and hurt, but just kids."

"Lily really likes them," he said. "You know that." Lily, his eleven year old daughter. "She's gonna freak when she hears this on the news."

"Then make sure she knows he's gonna be fine before she finds out the hard way." Spencer pointed out.

"And speaking of news," he jerked his head towards a group of cameramen and reporters. "What should we do about them? Big Time Rush won't be too happy about them."

"Same thing we always do." She shrugged. "Lie and misdirect."

"Awesome."