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.

And sorry about the language later in the chapter, it's important so it's italicized and it's even more important when you realize who is swearing and why. Think back to when Logan and Carlos were lost and it'll make more sense. Also, before when Logan actually got kidnapped last chapter, I don't consider "hell" an actual cuss word.

Downhill From Here

Chapter 7

Mikkal

When Juliet Spencer got the call she was more than mad, she was pissed. And everyone could see that when she walked into the empty hospital room that should have been housing Logan Mitchell.

"Detective Spencer!" James shouted. "You've gotta find him!" He ran up to here, just barely hanging back from full on tackling her.

She ignored him for the moment and turned to the blubbering nurse. "How did Michael get in?" She demanded.

The woman flinched at her harsh tone. "He said his name was Dean Winchester!" She wailed. "I didn't mean to!"

"Are you serious?" Kendall screeched in a impressively high voice. "Dean Winchester is a character on a tv show!" He advanced on the terrified woman. "Do you know what you just did?" He asked harshly.

"Kendall." Spencer said sharply.

He unwillingly stood down, allowing Carlos to grab his arm to make sure he didn't blow off again even though the youngest boy wanted so much to do the same right now.

"Ken," James whispered. "You have to relax, if you keep freaking out like this you aren't going to be told anything." He gripped the blonde's wrist. "Detective Spencer doesn't have to tell us what's going on."

"What?" Kendall exclaimed. "Of course she does, Logan's our brother!"

He squeezed his grip. "Yes he is, but not legally. She'll tell your mom and I know your mom will tell us but you know it won't be the same. So, relax and be cool, she'll find Logan."

Kendall clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath before loosening his muscles and nodding. "Fine," he breathed. "But only for you guys, and Logan."

Fire, that's what it felt like. Fire coursing through every nerve, replacing his blood with the most dangerous of the four elements. He struggled to open his eyes and immediately regretted when he did, it seemed to make everything hurt even more.

Logan groaned and looked around, but there was nothing really there to see. Which was something scary all in itself.

"About time you woke up Pretty Boy." Michael snarled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He was pretty proud of how defiant his voice sounded right now, almost a complete opposite of how he was feeling. "James is the pretty one."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Wow, creepy much?

Logan glared at the faint outline that made up the other man. "I thought you wanted to talk to me? About what?" Jeez, not only did he sound defiant but he sounded so calm. Freaky-deaky stuff there.

Wait...freaky-deaky stuff? Great, now he was going crazy.

Michael walked over to him, a hand sliding up to ruffle his hair without a care in the world, like he didn't just kidnap a sixteen year old "just to talk to him."

He shrugged and walked behind the short boy. "About your success." He pulled a finger across the strip of his pale neck that showed, earning a creeped out shiver from Logan. "About how you of all people are part of a almost-famous boy band. From what I remember you've always wanted to be a doctor."

Logan swallowed. "Wow, you sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself...Wait, how'd you know I wanted to be a doctor? I haven't said anything about that."

Michael suddenly grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck and digging his shoulder against the metal chair. He placed a threatening, open palmed hand on his throat, putting a slight pressure on it and digging his thumb into the soft flesh

"I would suggest you stop talking back," he whispered dangerously low. "You don't know what could happen."

He went rigid, practically holding his breath, and nodded mutely. Logan sighed when the man moved away and cracked his neck, fear starting to become an overwhelming thing. His shoulder throbbed and his back ached, but his head was loads better.

Thank God for the little things.

"So," Logan tried, his voice finally shaking. "You want to know why me out of all people?"

Michael's eyes lit up like Carlos in a corndog store (He so hoped his friends would find him soon.) "Yes! Tell me Logan Mitchell, why?"

He shrugged the best he could. "I have no idea. The other guys make up Big Time Rush all on their own, they don't need me."

Michael's hand connected with Logan's cheek, forcing the teen's head back too far and earning a cry of surprise and pain. His chin fell to rest against his chest, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to will the stinging away.

"Don't lie to me! You're not a liar." Michael screamed. "You're the smart one! Tell me the truth!"

"I don't know!" He yelled back. "I don't know! Okay?" He flinched when Michael raised his fist in warning. "Why do you wanna know so bad?"

Michael glared at him and ran a shaky hand down his face. "I don't get why it wasn't me. I can sing, I can dance, I can act, I look good. Why didn't Gustavo pick me? I have the drive, I mean. I know everything about you!" He waved his hand dismissively. "I understand Diamond, damn that kid has the looks and he can sing. Knight's got a passion that he doesn't even know he has, and Garcia had a natural voice and he's such an idiot that girls love him."

"Hey," Logan snarled. "Don't call my friend an idiot, he's one of the smartest guys I know." Damned if anyone said anything different.

"Aw, that's so sweet. Standing up for your handicapped friend, you should really get a medal for your community services."

"Shut the fuck up!" Logan spat, this time the fire burning through his veins was the good kind. He didn't care who this asshole thought he was, but he was not going to talk about his friends like that. "I don't know who the fuck you are but you better shut your fucking mouth!"

Michael lunged for him and knocked him back, his chair falling until it hit the ground with a bone rattling thud. He grabbed the back rails and started dragging it to an attached room, making sure to hit the wall on the way there.

Logan kicked out with his free legs, squirming in his confines but that only made the agony worse. He didn't dare cry out, what ever the mad man was planning he didn't want to make the punishment even harsher.

"What did I say about cussing?" His voice was eerily calm. "I can't have you cuss when I'm trying to have a decent conversation with you." He started to fill up the crummy basement tub then slid Logan's arms up and over the chair before holding him over the germ infested water.

Scared eyes widened and he struggled even more to get away. "Wh-What do you th-think you're do-doing?" His face was lowered towards the water. "N-No! You can't do this!"

"Yes I can, and I will! You need to learn to respect your elders and tell the truth!"

And with that he shoved the teen's head into the water, it didn't take much strength seeings how he was still weak from the horse and the fact that his arms were bound. His legs kicked out though, but there was only so much they could do.

Ice slammed into his face, burning more than fire could ever do. Logan instinctively held his breath but it became too much and he opened his mouth to suck in a gasp of air only to get water in it's place. He choked and trashed around, trying even hard to get away.

Black and gold flashed behind his eyelids and there was a pressure in his chest there was no way of describing, panic took hold and filled every inch of his heart. His head felt heavy, like it was trying to sink him to the bottom of the tub, but then it felt light.

He suddenly felt tired, too tired. Logan stopped fighting back and just let himself relax into the darkness caving in, that's when something grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him out, throwing him against the tiled floor.

"Have you learned your lesson Pretty Boy?"

Logan coughed and gagged, water pooling from him mouth. He breathed harshly and shallow, trying to get over the face that yes, yes he did almost die. A boot came into contact with his stomach, he oomfed and curled against the force, too tired to actually do anything more.

"I asked you a question!" Michael kicked him again. "Have you learned your lesson?"

The raven haired nodded pathetically, willing the tears not to fall. "Y-Yes," he croaked out. "I've le-learned my lesson."

He stood back, pleased as all get out with himself. "Good. You're just as smart as I remember." He jerked a thumb back at the filled tub. "If you're thirsty there's some water. If you're hungry..." he shrugged. "Deal with it."

Michael stepped over the shivering teen and moved to walk out the door, but then he turned and undid the rope tying his wrists together. "I'll free you, though. These probably aren't good if you wanna drink, that is...if you wanna drown yourself again." He laughed and caress his pale, wet forehead. "Sleep tight."

He flicked off the light and locked the door, leaving Logan trapped in darkness.

As soon as he heard the lock click he sobbed and hugged himself, bringing his knees to his chest. It hurt to cry like this, his chest protesting each heave, but at the same time it felt good. He tried to stay strong and not let the man break him ever since he woke up, but this...this was the last straw.

He wasn't broken but it was pretty damn close.

Logan squeezed his eyes tighter together. "Please find me," he whispered. He had no one with him this time, no Carlos to ask him Spanish questions or anything. He had hope, and that's all he could rely on at the moment. "Just please, don't leave me here."