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I know it's mega short but that's for two purposes. One, the greater plot. Two, I have no spare time. Full stop. (Or period for you Americans :P)

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Twist in this way which WILL twist again.

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Chapter Nineteen # Losing You #

Morgan couldn't help but laugh to herself as she crossed the parking lot at Greg's apartment building. She loved spending time with Greg and the twins. They all said the funniest things...

"Daddy?"

"...so when I cut my finger on the knife it bled-"

"Daaadddy?"

"...and the parrot picked up the phone..."

"Pappa?"

"...dialled 911..."

Reuben finally lost patience and clambered onto the sofa, picking up a child's megaphone. "Ooston, we hab a poblem."

Greg turned around with a half annoyed; half amused look on his face. "And what would that be, Apollo 13?"

"My light sabre boke."

"Light sabres were Star Wars." Greg frowned.

Reuben sighed. "I know dat. My light sabre boke." He held up a plastic toy that was stubbornly not lighting up.

"Do I look like Obi Wan Kenobi to you?" Greg raised his eyebrows, teasing the three year old.

Reuben didn't miss a beat. "More like Chewybaca."

Morgan reached for the car door handle. A hand appeared in front of her face in an instant, a section of white cloth in that hand. It pressed down over her nose and mouth and Morgan instantly started to fight the unknown attacker, trying not to breathe. She flailed her arms and legs but a breath was forced from her lips and the dizzying fumes took over as her body fell limp.

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Greg stared at his laughing family with a smile, before his eyes fell on a box of crystal bowls that he was supposed to be lending Morgan for a dinner party. They were family heirlooms that Greg was particularly proud of, but he was more than happy to let Morgan borrow them.

"Morgan forgot the bowls." He explained to his mom. "I'll be two minutes."

She nodded, Loeila in one arm and her other hand looped loosely in her husband's.

Greg jogged down the stairs, knowing that Morgan took a while before she actually drove anywhere in the car, singing slightly under his breath.

"I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss.

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag."

He stopped singing as he rounded the corner to the parking lot. Morgan's car was in the lot but he couldn't see her.

A white van was near it, the back door open. A small woman's body was in the back of the van, beneath that of a larger man. Morgan lifted up her hand towards the man, stroking his chest slightly, who was looking at her lovingly.

His head spun and the lyrics of the song continued in his head as they suddenly gained meaning.

"Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head

But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go

And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis

But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside."

So this was the guy Morgan was seeing. Greg knew there was somebody. She'd been texting a lot recently, at work. He wouldn't tell her who. He turned, not wanting to interrupt but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

He knew Morgan. She wouldn't sleep with someone in the back of an open van, would she?

He looked over his shoulder and the uneasy butterflies in his stomach took a frantic flight, turning into birds startled by gunfire.

She was trying to push the man away.

Greg started towards them, jogging at first until he was sure. He dropped the box to the floor, barely registering the smash of crystal as it fell, each piece of Greg's beloved crystal ware embedded like diamonds in the parking lot.

He moved into a run. "Hey! HEY!"

The man looked up and slammed the windowless door shut, moving into the front of the van and turning it on.

"NO!" Greg yelled desperately, forcing his legs to run faster. He hit the white of the van as it drove away, sliding instantly from his grasp, tearing out of the parking lot. Sanity flew out of Greg's head and he started to run behind it, sprinting until it sped out of sight two blocks away. Greg fell to his knees and the crowds seemed to part around him.

A kindly woman approached him. "Sir? Sir are you alright?"

"Do you have a phone?" Greg croaked. "I need to call the police."

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"Since when was the break room of the lab a Day Care centre?" Conrad Ecklie asked with only mild annoyance as he met DB half way from the other man's office with Jim Brass.

DB turned to Jim. "You didn't tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Ecklie frowned.

"It's about Morgan." DB sighed heavily. "We don't know where she is. She was kidnapped half an hour ago."

"What?" Ecklie cried. "Why...why didn't you call me?"

"Because our cell phone calls are being monitored, there's a small chance that whoever 'they' are, they don't know that they've kidnapped the Undersheriff's daughter." DB explained.

"You think this is related to the Martinez mess?" Ecklie swallowed, trying to keep professional.

"We do." Brass nodded.

"Who's...who's the other boy? Colouring with Kristy?"

"Jamie Riddle. His mom's at hospital with his sisters, he's Sara's next door neighbour. Nice kid. Completely deaf." DB explained.

"Eli's friend?"

"Yeah." Brass nodded.

Ecklie rubbed his forehead. "Why?"

"We'll find her." DB said sincerely.

Ecklie nodded. "I've heard that before."

Suddenly the door to the Break Room opened and Kristy ran out. "Eckie?"

"Yeah?" Ecklie tried to force a smile.

"Don be sad. My daddy an all ob de oders, dey are gone find Aunie Mogan, vey soon. She be fine." The little girl smiled. "Untle Dim said dat Aunie Mogan is missin' but it's otay cos she be home soon."

Ecklie felt a lump in his throat. "Is that right?"

"Uh huh. Untle Dim neber lies." She insisted, beaming at Brass before throwing her arms around Ecklie's legs, hugging him. He crouched down in the middle of the lab and hugged her back.

A couple of years ago, Brass would've been shocked. The children had been around the lab a lot. They'd changed everyone's lives.

A few hours later, Wendy, Finn and Nick arrived back from the crime scene, around the same time that Greg and Sara returned from giving Greg's statement at PD. Greg's parents had stayed with the kids at the lab.

"So talk to me." DB said urgently. "What do we have?"

"Number plate." Greg said, numbly pushing the sheet of paper forward. "The van is registered to Esteban Martinez. Father of Pedro, Enrique, Jose and Diego."

"God, this doesn't end." Wendy murmured. She and Morgan had become particularly close, being similar ages.

"No sightings of any vans like it. Anywhere." Sara added unhelpfully.

"Tyre treads at the scene would appear to match the van..." Nick offered.

"There's nothing here." Greg murmured, his voice wavering.

"You found me with less." Nick said, bumping up against Greg slightly as a subtle reminder that he wasn't alone.

"He wanted us to find you." Greg mumbled.

Brass knocked on the door, his expression grimmer than almost ever before. "We have a DB at the chocolate factory that Greg and Morgan worked a case in a few years back."

DB's heart sank. "Oh, god, no..."

"The owner identified the victim as CSI Morgan Brody."

Review! Review! Should she live or die? I've decided, but what do you think?

BTW – this chappy was written entirely to Mr Brightside by the Killers, so that half explains its appearance. I hope it worked in the plot – what do y'all think?