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.

For the record, there is a time skip from Chapter 8 to Chapter 9...

Downhill From Here

Chapter 9

Mikkal

Detective Spencer stared at Catalina Aragon, the woman twitched under the heated gaze. She was getting tired of hitting dead ends. Five days had passed since Logan Mitchell was taken and it pissed her off that the only thing she found out was that he was the kid Michael Morgan stalked and Morgan use to be his kindergarten teacher.

"I'm telling you," she said. "I had no idea he had a record. I told you that four days ago!"

She glared at her. "I'm trying to find a kidnapped teen. Are you going to help me?"

"I am helping you!" Cat wailed. "I've told you everything I know about Michael, everything! I have nothing more to tell!"

Just as Spencer opened her mouth to yell at bimbo (she wasn't stupid...she was just too pissed off to care) there was a knock at the interrogation room door. She stomped over and yanked it open.

"What?" If you wanted to do the one thing Spencer hated, well...Nick just did it. "I told you to never, ever interrupt me while I'm in interrogation!"

"We have a slight problem," he said meekly. That raised an eyebrow, since when was Nick meek?

Kendall lunged at the ringing phone and he flipped it open quickly when the display said Detective Juliet Spencer. Yes, he had her in his contacts since Day Two.

"Detective Spencer?"

"Kendall," she sounded a bit weird. "We have a problem."

His heart stopped. "A...A problem?" James and Carlos had crowded around him when he said the woman's title and name and now their faces were as white as his. "What kind of problem?"

"Michael Morgan is dead," she said bluntly.

"W-What? How?" What about Logan?

She sighed. "He was in a car accident, coming back from McDonalds. According to the workers there that's the restaurant he's been going to the past couple of days."

"How did you not know that?" Kendall exclaimed.

"Because they're idiots and didn't realize that we wanted to know that!" She yelled, completely and utterly frustrated. "We're searching his car now for any information about where Logan's being held, I'll call you again whether we find something or not."

He hung up when she did and stared blankly at his phone, thoughts racing. What did this mean for Logan? It had already been five days, how much longer could he last if the police didn't find out where he was?

Was he even still alive?

"Kendall?" Carlos whispered. "What's going on?"

No, he was still alive...he had to be.

Kendall shook his head and straightened his shoulders. He had to be strong, for the guys. If he wasn't strong then they would have no one to lean on. If he wasn't strong then they would've lost hope a long time ago.

This was all his fault, if he had just paid attention when Castiel ran off in the first place then Logan would've have been cornered by those wolves, wouldn't have been hurt even worse, wouldn't have been in the hospital, and wouldn't have been kidnapped by a psycho.

...If only he paid more attention.

He took a deep breath. "Michael's dead," he said and then recounted the conversation he had with the detective. "Now, all we can do is wait."

Suddenly James slammed his fists against the dinner table. "Waiting is all we've every done! We've got to do something this time!" He cover his eyes. "I'm so tired of waiting," he sobbed. "I just want him back."

Kendall gathered him into a hug. "We're close, Jamie. We're closer than we have ever been in the last five days. We'll find him soon, I can feel it."

He nodded and wrapped an arm around Carlos, pulling him close. The three of them stayed there for a while, relishing in each other's company and feeling their hearts break even more with Logan not being there.

Kendall felt the faith they had in him was undeserved. He's done nothing that proved that they should look up to him. Letting Logan get taken was the last straw, and it was killing him inside.

He buried his face in James' hair and attempted to breath in the normally strawberry smelling sent only to remember too late that none of them have taken care of themselves very well.

James wasn't obsessive about his looks anymore, he still showered but he wasn't using his normal 'Cuda Strawberry products and was using Kendall's Axe wash. He just didn't care anymore whether he looked his best.

It was painful to know how much James was suffering because of this, it...it almost made him mad at Logan for getting taken...No! It wasn't it fault.

Damn it...he was losing it.

And Carlos...he was paler than normal, didn't smile as much, and no one had seen his helmet in days. It was like, with Logan gone they lost a part of themselves.

Kendall would hate to see what it was like if it was him himself gone, or Carlos, or James, or even Katie or his Mom. What if more than one of them was missing?

...Just when he thought his nightmares were getting less... Now he knew what was going to star in his one tonight.

The phone rang again, startling them all.

His hands fumbled with the device, almost dropping it in his haste and he flipped it open once more, the name Detective Juliet Spencer flashing.

"Did you find him?" He asked in a rush.

There was a beat of silence on the other line and Kendall's mind raced.

"Detective Spencer?" His voice quiet and pathetic. "Detective Spencer, did...did you find him? Is he o-okay?"

"Kendall," she said. "There was a GPS built into his car that wasn't completely damaged in the accident, we were able to find out his home address."

"A-and?" He choked out. If she would just stop dragging it out! Just tell him Logan was dead and let him go die in a corner in peace.

"We normally don't do this, it's against protocol and everything, but would you guys mind coming with us? We don't know what his...mental stability is and it would be best if some one he knew and trusted was there."

His eyes widened. "Y-yes. Yes! Take us with you!"

There was rustling, like she was nodding. "Okay. Tell your mom and we'll pick you up in five minutes. You're not going to be involved in the initial raid, but can come in when we say clear and help us look."

Adrenaline rushed through his veins as red and blue flashed around him and the police cruiser raced down back roads. He clenched James' hand in his right one and Carlos' in his left one, the blood pooling in their fingers.

Hope built in his chest. They were almost there, so close.

Carlos leaned against him, drawing comfort from his stable shoulders. His lips moved in a small prayer. James looked outside the window, watching trees flash by and willed the car to go faster.

In no time they slid to a stop in front of a ratty, old house and the officer driving jumped out with his weapon in hand. The boys watched helplessly as Nick, Detective Spencer, and other armed officers stormed into the building, shouting orders.

Kendall had to restrain himself from bolting out and rushing in there. It took all of his will power. Instead, he clutched his friends' hands tighter.

Spencer stuck her head out the door and waved at them. "Come in guys!"

And they did, stumbling over each other in panicky haste.

The house was run down and creaking with every footfall, spider webs clung to corners, and rat droppings laid scattered on the floor. It was really a house of a horror movie, and that realization just made everything worse.

"Logan!" Kendall was the first to call his friend's name. "Logan?"

James followed suit, then Carlos.

They moved together like one entity, wanting to find their friend but not wanting to lose each other in the process. There was no up stairs to check and common sense (and a lot of crime dramas) told them the basement was their best bet. But their fear kept them back, they weren't sure what they were going to find.

Kendall took his role of leader and made his way down, Carlos hanging on to the back of his shirt and James making sure the detectives followed them.

He held his breath as he listened above the creaking of the wood and nearly had a heart attack when he heard nothing other than that.

Spencer brushed passed him and checked the bathroom. "Someone go check that closet."

Kendall swallowed thickly and moved to do as told. When he opened it the first thing he noticed was the long, bloody scratch marks in the wood. The second thing he noticed was a huddled figure in the corner.

His breath caught.

"Logan?"

The teen's head shot up at the noise, his eyes wide and wild. His hands trembled as they came up to grip his matted hair, blood smeared all along his pale arms. He seemed to curl even tighter into himself and soft whimpers escaped his throat but no tears fell.

Kendall forced James and Carlos back, feeling bad that he was keeping them from Logan, but, at the same time, didn't think Logan could handle it right now. There was something...vulnerable and animalistic about him. One wrong move and he could lash out.

He only hoped that Logan hadn't been in this dark, cramped closet for too long. Flashbacks of stories about his father locking him in closet whenever he got anything lower than an "A" came forward in his mind.

The blond crouch down and awkwardly waddled into the tiny room.

"Logan," he said softly. "It's me, Kendall."

He shook his head and gripped his hair to the point his knuckles turned white. Logan scooted back into the corner of the room, distancing himself from his friend.

Hurt flashed across his face, but Kendall buried that behind him. He knew Logan didn't mean it. He help out a hand, trying to coax his friend to him, kind of like a person to a cat.

Kendall smiled slightly at that comparison. He remembered when Carlos decided to give them each an animal "companion" and spent hours on the computer searching for the perfect animal.

Carlos decided himself was a lemur. James was a zebra (imagine his reaction at that). Kendall was an alpha wolf. And Logan was a cat, the most normal one out of all of them.

It was a funny little thing that was brought up every now and then, and the fact that Logan sounded like a cowboy.

He forced himself from the brighter past and into the less-than-present present.

"Logan," he whispered. "Please, it's Kendall. You're safe now."

Logan whimpered and choked out a strangled, "No."

"Come on," he urged gently. "It's just me. James and Carlos miss you...Please Logie," he pleaded. "Michael's gone." Logan flinched at the name. "He's gone and he can't hurt you anymore."

Kendall was close enough he could just reach out and pull the younger teen into a hug, but he held back, wanting him to come on his own free will.

He glanced up at him, dazed and not-all-there. Shaking fingers reached out, caked in blood, and brushed against the taller teen's cheek, eyes widening when he made contact with warm skin.

"K-K'nd'll?" He croaked out, words slurring

Tears threatened to fall as he nodded. "Yeah Logie. Kendall."

Logan pulled away slightly. "Y-You're r-real?" He asked hopefully.

"Y-Yeah," he could barely keep the tremor out of his own voice. "I'm real."

A ghost of a smile form on his lips, cracking them and making them bleed anew. "Good," he said clearly. And then let his eyes roll to the back of his head as he collapsed against his friend.

Kendall held him in his arms and sobbed in relief.