So, season 7 is finished. Which means this story will be off of a little while. But I have to leave you with the last few chapters, yes, last few. So for all those who watched the season finale, which was awesome by the way, here's what's went missing from the ending...well at least part of it:

"Yes, yes, H. - I understand," Ryan listened intently. Speedily he marched across the hallway of the lab, phone connected to his ear, and he continued to hear his boss. From the corner of her eye Natalia saw him enter. He was definatley searching for her. So she left the person she engaged in conversation with and met him there.

"Okay," Ryan's demeanor deteriorated as he ended the call. Natalia gave him a curious stare.

"Was that, Horatio?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What did he say? Get any new information aboue the case?" He eyed her sadly and sighed resting his palms on the table.

"Eric is no where to be found."

"What?!"

"H. said that they found Sharova with blood on him, and he says it's Eric's... we gotta get down there, it's nasty."

"Let me grab my kit."

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On the way to the crime scene Ryan elaborated on what their boss had told him. The nightmare became more real as the hummer met the dirt road. Cop cars with their blinding red and blue lights reflecting off the helicopter hovering high above, swarms of brown attire mixed with bushes and trees and Horatio's hummer could be seen. Natalia sighed and looked her partner in the eye before stepping out of the car.

The man with the shades stood tall but worried beside the swamp's rippling water. They joined him.

"H., Ryan told me what happened, I just can't believe that Eric is missing," Natalia poured out.

"Divers are in the water," he stated solemnly, "birds are in the air... we'll find him." Ryan's eyes drifted from the murky water where divers surfaced and submerged, to the evening sky. He gulped at the thought of his friend dying.

"H., where's Eric's dad?" he wondered, as he noticed his presence absent.

"I sent him to the hospital, and later we'll have him back for questioning... get going."

The two C.S.I.s made their way over to the damaged car: Ryan at the driver's seat and Natalia at the passenger's. Both doors remained open, revealing the evidence created by the shooting. The windscreen contained a clean bullet hole near the middle. Opposite to it was no bullet, instead smeared crimson blood on the driver's seat. The liquid had sprayed onto the passenger seat and the passenger: Sharova.

"There's quite a bit of blood here," Ryan frowned. He had his camera in hand taking photos of every new piece of evidence he saw.

"I'll take some back to the lab to confirm," Natalia reached into her kit, took out a swab and collected a sample off the driver's seat. "Looks like he could've been hit in the arm... I'd rather that than his shoulder."

"So you're collecting a sample to make sure, while at the same time saying Eric was the one who was shot?"

"It's still a case, Ryan we have to treat it like one." He nodded as she placed the swab into its thin container.

"So, we know that Eric rushed to save his father while driving through the highly dangerous shootout. A shot came through the glass..."

"Actually there's more," she pointed out, "one in the back door and right here through the window - that one's lying on the seat right there." She scooped it up and bagged it.

"Possibly only Russian's shots, because they were on that side of the car."

"Yeah, but they're all dead right?" she asked. He nodded.

"And the only shot that could've gotten Eric was this one in the front," Ryan stood observing the ground on which he stood, "Hey, take a look at this."

"What is it?" she came over to the other side of the vehicle. There was more blood and droplets leading away from the spot towards a bush. She sighed, "Oh, Eric." The two stared at a small pool of blood right below the dark bush. A few twigs and leaves were crushed, probably caused by a compression.

"He must've gotten out of the car, maybe to get help and he fell right here."

Eric rested his body in the driver's seat. The air bag had finally deflated leaving him gasping in exhaustion. He squeezed his eyes shut and grunted as the sharp pain in his arm kept coming. He breathed through his teeth and bared staring at his blood streaming out. Soon he realized Sharova leaning hurled over the dashboard unconcious. He then stubbed out of the car grimacing in pain. He stood wavering in dizziness and fell onto his side yelping.

"The blood stops here, Ryan and he couldn't have wondered too far without us seeing him," she clarified.

"Which means he was abducted."

As Eric laid helplessly on his side an unknown vehicle drove up the dirt road and stopped. Because of his agonizing pain, Eric didn't notice someone's presence until they hauled him off the ground. He whimpered as the person dragged his injured arm towards the vehicle. He fought, but wasn't strong enough to escape. They eventually shoved him in the back of the van.

"So, they shoot at him, follow him and possibly want to kill him...so that means not all the Russians were dead," Natalia's eyes seemed watery after she spoke.

"I don't know, the car got caught in the crossfire. The only motive they'd have to kill him is because he became a part of Sharova's life... but before we make any more assumptions I have to tell you that Calleigh said that she shot at him - unpurposely."

"Where is she now?"

They both asked Horatio and he said he was there but didn't know where she went.

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"Are you sure she's home? I mean I feel like we're trespassing."

"She has to be. She switched of her phone and nobody can reach her."

"Making sure she's okay?" Natalia asked and he nodded. She couldn't help but realize that he was caring for her at this moment. He must've known something.

They were now approaching Calleigh's beautiful house. A flowery garden and a carpet of green grass surround the front. As they made their way up the path to the front door she pointed out the hummer. It looked as if it was parked in a haste in the open garage. This meant something wasn't right: C.S.I.s only used them at work.

At her doorstep Ryan hesitated for a moment then rang the door bell.

"Listen, she'll be okay and we have a case to work one," she reminded but not rudely.

"Sh."

Their ears became keen. SMASH! They jumped and instinctively placed their hands on their weapons. A glass had been broken. The two definately froze in shock waiting on another warning sign. Soon they heard a scream from inside, "Oh my God!" Ryan his weapon and burst through the door...