4. Taken

This time, it took Greg a lot longer to calm Morgan down. She was crying hysterically, all kinds of thoughts going through her head of what could have happened to Dylan. Finn was the only one who was still trying to think logically: "If this really is Dylan's drawing, that means he's been out on the parking lot. And since it has your name on it, Morgan, I think it's safe to say he's looking for you. Why hasn't he just come in?"

"Melody probably wouldn't let him, afraid she or he would get arrested," Morgan sobbed. Suddenly, she realized something. "Oh, god, what if they aren't together? That drawing said 'Find me', not 'Find us'… No, Dylan!"

Before Greg and Finn were able to stop her, she had run out of the breakroom and straight outside where Greg and Finn found her moments later, calling Dylan's name. Greg scanned the parking lot with his eyes, but he didn't see any sign that the boy or his mother were there.

"They're not here, Morgan," he softly said to her. "Come on, this isn't going to help them! Let's think for a moment: which places do they know in Vegas?"

"None!" Morgan called out, still in tears. "They've never been to Vegas before! Melody knows my address, she must have put it in the navigation system of her rental car to find my house and CSI. That's all she knows! And Dylan too!"

Finn looked at the drawing. "Dylan drew a car with a message that says 'Find me'. Do you think the car has something to do with it?"

"Isn't Cars Dylan's favorite movie?" Greg remembered. "At least, when you introduced me to him you said I was Lightning McQueen if you were Sally…"

For a moment Morgan stopped sobbing and just gave Greg a surprised look. "You know the movie?"

"Well, eh… I… eh… Can we just focus on finding Dylan and Melody?" Greg quickly changed the subject, his cheeks slightly red. "So Dylan probably drew that car to let Morgan know it really was his drawing, right?"

"No!" Morgan suddenly called out. "The rental car!"

Greg immediately understood.

"It's a place he knows and there are plenty of cars there!" he said, looking from Morgan to Finn. "If this drawing really is a clue about his whereabouts, then we have to go to the airport!"

"You go, I'll call back-up," Finn promised, already taking out her cellphone.

"No!" Morgan firmly said. "If Dylan and Melody see cars with flashing lights or cops in uniforms, they'll take off for sure again! No back-up! Greg and I can handle it!"

"You just told us Damian Marks might want to kill Dylan," Finn reminded her. "That could mean he's armed. And if he knows where they are as well…"

"Then Greg and I can handle it," Morgan repeated.

"Right… Right now, you're too upset to even shoot straight if the target is only three feet away from you! And Greg rather runs than having to use his gun!" Finn sharply commented. "I'm calling for back-up!"

Next to her, Greg stared at the ground, embarrassed after Finn's comment. He knew Morgan knew he didn't like using his gun, he just hadn't known others knew it as well.

"If Melody and Dylan run off again because of your back-up, I'll never forgive you!" Morgan snapped at Finn. The older CSI simply shrugged her shoulders. "Fine. Don't know how that's gonna help to find Melody and Dylan, but do what you want!"

She walked off with her cellphone in her hand. Angry, Morgan started to look for her car keys until Greg stopped her. "You can't drive like this. I'll drive!"

"Does everyone think…" Morgan started, but when she saw Greg's concerned look, she gave in. "Fine, you can drive."

Before they left the parking lot, Greg called Traffic Control to inform them about their plans. That way they wouldn't have to worry about sticking to the traffic rules without using their police lights. A few cars, that of course didn't know they were with the police, honked in annoyance when Greg passed them or cut them off, but they managed to reach the rental car park of the Las Vegas airport without any accidents.

As soon as Greg had slowed down, Morgan jumped out of his car and ran to a service desk. "Have you seen a little boy here? He's twelve years old, about this big… Brown hair, brown eyes…"

Of course no one had seen him. By the time Greg reached the service desk, Morgan was already running around the parking lot, shouting Dylan and Melody's names. Greg started searching more thoroughly by checking under cars and in dark corners. All he found, was a couple making out in the corner farthest away from the service desk. They gave him a frightened look, but Greg decided they weren't worth the trouble and continued to look for Dylan and Melody.

"They have to be here!" Morgan called out, close to tears already again. "Melody! Dylan!"

Suddenly, the sound of shots being fired broke the silence. Panicked, Morgan looked at Greg.

"It came from there!" Greg remembered, pointing to the north side. They both started running. Near the end of the parking lot, they heard more shots being fired and the sound of glass breaking. They both started to run even faster, both wishing Nick's dog Sam was there with them. When they heard a woman screaming, they both stopped cold.

"That was Melody!" Morgan knew for sure. "Melody! Where are you? Dylan!"

Another scream, followed by more shots.

"There!" Greg suddenly called out, pointing to the right. In the distance they could see two people running, or at least: one person running and the other one being dragged.

"Melody!" Morgan screamed. A frightened scream coming from the direction the two people were running in confirmed her worst fear: Damian had caught Melody. As they managed to get a little closer, they could see how one of the two people threw the other one in a car and then took off. They were too far away to read the license plate and by the time back-up arrived, the car was already out of sight.

"Come on, Morgan, if he's got Melody, it doesn't mean he's got Dylan as well!" Greg tried to help Morgan, seeing she was close to breaking again. "He could still be around here!"

"Then where is he? We've checked everywhere!" Morgan called out in frustration.

"Then let's check again!" Greg almost angrily said to her. "We're not giving up or are you?"

"No, of course not!" she snapped at him. "But I know Dylan and he's really not going to show himself with four cops running around!"

Greg decided to just keep his comments to himself as he was getting nowhere with Morgan in such a stubborn mood. Of course he didn't know Dylan really was terrified to get caught by the police, no matter how scared he'd be now that his Mum had been taken.

After his fourth circle around the parking lot, he slowly started to realize Morgan was right, though. With a sigh, he joined her.

"Okay, so we can't find him," he admitted. "Then let's try to find where Damian has taken Melody to, okay?"

They checked the spot where they had seen the two people running. Greg almost immediately saw blood on the ground. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before calling Morgan over. She shook her head in panic. "No… No, no, no!"

"It doesn't have to be…" Greg started, but Morgan cut him off: "I know, it doesn't have to be Melody's blood, but I know it is! Melody's hurt and Damian has taken her. He's really not going to take her to a doctor!"

Frustrated, she turned around, shaking her head. Why was this happening? Melody was a good person, in spite of the few mistakes she had made, she didn't deserve this! And Dylan… Tears started rolling down her face again.

"Morgan…" Greg gently pulled her close and hugged her. "Ssh… I don't know how yet, but it's gonna be okay, I promise! We'll find Dylan and we'll find Melody too! Then we'll catch Damian and get him locked up so Melody never has to worry about him again! It's going to be alright, I promise! Come on, I'll take you home!"

To his surprise, Morgan didn't protest. She followed him to his car and sat down quietly. In complete silence, they drove back to Morgan's house. Hesitantly, Greg looked up at it. "Maybe you should stay at my place tonight… In case…"

He didn't say it out loud, but Morgan knew what he meant. She nodded for a moment. "Okay, let me just get a few things."

She got out of the car and walked up to her house, passing her own car on the way. Greg, who followed her, raised his eyebrows when he passed her car. "Morgan, it looks like your car door isn't locked properly… Did you lock it after last driving it?"

Morgan shook her shoulders. "I don't remember… I… Maybe I forgot, I don't know…"

Getting out his gun, Greg carefully approached her car. Behind him, Morgan took out her gun as well, her eyes focused on the car door. Slowly, Greg opened it. Morgan immediately lowered her gun at the sight of who was in her car. "Dylan!"