Over the weekend, in his hotel room, Gregory thought around the clock: Who was that?

It bothered him greatly and it was not something he could just 'Let Go'. Then it hit him. Chris' research. The brunette used to stay on that computer 24/7. Researching. The blonde thought about it for a moment and his ex-partner was in a plane crash as a young child. 5-6 years old is what Gregory was told.

It started to become clear as he looked through Christophe's files on the laptop.

"This makes no sense. All these pictures are just Soviet pictures… Hello, what's this?" He asked himself as he clicked a picture of a spaced out machine gun. The description read: 'Carbonek 1876'. Why would he need old Soviet pictures?

Gregory packed his bag and flew to Kazakhstan, Russia. That's where these seemed to be located. 3 days of research proved it.

~3 hours later~

The blonde has made his way all the way through the Soviet lab. Then he saw it. The Gun. And there's… Christophe. In the land of the living. He was leaned over the machine fixing it up from the looks of it.

"Christophe?"

"Dameet Gregoree Moi eez buzy!"

"I see you changed your look a bit. So that was you in Bolivia then, with Craig" The Brit said taking only a few steps closer.

"Oui, and eem goeeng to places vous can't conceive of. Vous eez being left behind theez time. Sorry" The brunette began walking off to the back door.

"No I'm sorry. If I known you were alive, I swear I would've done everything I could to save you"

The brunette turned around and laughed.

"PLEEEZE! Moi has gotten over Zat a looong time ago. But, doez vous know Vhat used to bug moi though. Vhen I saw vous left without even trying to, what's the word moi eez looking for, oh yeah, HELP!"

"I tried to do what I could. I just didn't know what else I could've do-"

"Whatever!"

The brunette turned back to the door and walked off. Now instead off his usual clothing, he wore a black shirt, Camo Capri's and boots with not a lot of string to tie them with. Kind of ragged if you ask Gregory.

Getting through the door was complicated. Chris locked it and the door was made of really strong metal. Grenades and bullets didn't damage it and he had to go around another looong way. Climbing and shooting fans so he didn't die in the vents.

After all he did to get through, he found his ex-partner. He was on an old computer typing away. Not seeing his lover, err ex-lover had entered.

Gregory accidentally tripped on huge bolts sticking out of the floor and the brunette looked up.

"Vhat now?"

"Christophe, I'm sorry for what happened, and you probably don't love me anymore but we CAN still work together"

"Zhere eez no we, Gregoree. Zhere never was. Eet was just moi een there. Moi and zhis"

The brunette held up the cross necklace which looked lick it was upside down. Damien's demon sign. Gregory thought he looked like a whore.

"Does vous like eet? Moi touched eet and eet touched moi back."

"I-I don't think that was a good thing."

Christophe held the mecklace and his eyes turned completely white. Red and black smoke appeared and it made a familiar creature everybody that hung with the two a long time ago knew.

"No. It can't be"

To Be Continued *

(Im such a bitch but im tired and my hands and feet so night night )