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I'd like to give a special mention to FangellFlamielover at this point who suggested I'd write about Morgan in a car accident. So, here you go, FangellFlamielover, hope you like it! :)

6. Crash and gone

As soon as he saw the car hit Morgan's car, Greg lost it.

"Morgan!" he screamed and he started running over to her car, not even paying attention to the traffic around him. Since most cars had stopped to see what happened, he reached her car without being hit himself.

"Morgan!" He yanked her car door open, being careful she couldn't fall out. Because she was wearing her seat bell, she remained in her seat. To his relief Greg saw she was conscious, even though there was a large stream of blood running down the side of her head. She groaned, a painful groan.

"It's okay, I'm right here," he tried to reassure her. He looked up and saw more of his colleagues making their way to the street, some with their cellphone in their hands. Undoubtedly help was already on its way.

"Just hang on, Morgan, an ambulance will be here soon!" he told her. She groaned again, something he couldn't understand. He grabbed her hand and looked at her. "It's going to be okay, I promise! Stay with me, okay?"

"Dy…lan…"

This time he understood what she was saying. He looked up again and saw a man was busy trying to pull Dylan from the car. A man with blood covering his arms and legs… The guy that had caused the car accident! Without thinking, Greg jumped up and pushed the man off of Dylan. He stumbled back, but he still held the boy. With all his power Greg slammed his fist into the man's face. This time he fell back onto the pavement. He immediately got back up on his feet again, clearly not as badly injured as it looked like he was. He started walking back, away from the car.

"Him…"

Greg turned his head to look at Morgan, who was the one who had spoken up.

"Him," she repeated with a painful grimace. After another second Greg understood. The guy was Damian Marks! He turned around, ready to grab him, but the wounded man was already at the end of the street, running away fast.

"Get him!" Greg shouted to Nick. The Texan immediately took off after the guy, while Finn rushed over to Greg. "Is that him?"

Greg nodded, holding up his hand. "I hit him, I think I've got his blood on my hand."

Quickly, Finn rushed back to get her kit and take a blood sample from Greg's hand. In the meantime, Sara checked if Dylan was alright.

"He's unconscious!" she called to Greg and Finn. "And I think he broke his arm!"

"What about the officers?" Finn called back. Sara ran over to the other side of the car, where Damian had hit with full speed. She shook her head. "They're both dead… If Morgan hadn't driven to the side of the road so quickly, she and Dylan could have been the ones…"

She didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't have to, everyone knew what she meant.

"She saw it coming, even before I did!" Greg called to Sara.

"Do you think she was expecting something to happen?" Finn nearly had to shout because of all the noise around them. Greg shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know… I doubt she expected Damian to just wait patiently for our actions. He must have realized we wouldn't just give Dylan up!"

Even more noise was added to the scene when the ambulance arrived. The paramedics almost immediately decided Dylan and Morgan both had to be taken to the hospital.

"I'm going with them!" Greg called to them.

"I'll start checking Damian's car to see if there's any evidence on where he's been last," Finn decided. "Maybe it'll help us find out where Melody is!"

Greg nodded before getting into the ambulance with Morgan and Dylan. The boy was lying still on a stretcher, while Morgan was able to sit up by herself. She had a cloth pressed against her head wound, but further she seemed fine.

"I knew that note was a trick," she said, wiping some blood from her cheek with her other hand. "He would never trade them in the first place, he wants them both! And now I think it's pretty obvious he doesn't care whether he has them alive… or dead…"

Greg remained quiet, wondering if this was the right time to tell her what he had thought of or not. Then he realized there would never be a right time.

"Are you sure that guy trying to grab Dylan was Damian Marks?" he asked. Morgan nodded, which she immediately regretted. With a painful expression on her face she leaned back. "Yes, I'm sure it was him."

"Then where was Melody? She wasn't in his car," Greg remembered. "Which means he either has someone else watching her…"

Morgan closed her eyes, knowing what Greg was trying to say. "Or she doesn't need to be watched anymore, because she's already…"

"Dead," Greg whispered, finishing the sentence for her. He saw a tear running down Morgan's face, but since he couldn't move in the ambulance, he just said: "We don't know that for sure, maybe he just drugged her to keep her unconscious."

Morgan wiped her tear away. "Yeah, maybe…"

When they reached the hospital, she and Dylan were both taken to the emergency room. Morgan came out first, her head wound stitched and a box of pills in her hands.

"Just in case I keep feeling pain," she explained to Greg. Worriedly, he looked at her. "But further you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine… physically," she said with a sigh. Sighing as well, Greg pulled her into a hug. "Thank God… I saw that car crashing into yours and… I honestly thought my worst nightmare was coming true! Seeing you like that… I was so sure I was gonna lose you!"

With a little smile, Morgan looked up at him. "Hey, it's going to take a lot more to get me down! I'm fine, Greg, honestly! Now I just want to make sure Dylan's fine as well and Melody too!"

They waited together for a doctor to bring them news about the little boy. While they waited, Greg kept holding Morgan tightly, as if he was afraid she'd get hurt again if he let her go. Smiling, she let him. She understood how scared he had been and she was actually quite comfortable in his arms, even though she was nervous about Dylan's condition. The longer they had to wait, the more nervous they both became. Finally, a doctor walked up to them. He smiled, which immediately reassured them.

"He's going to be fine," he told them. "He's been unconscious for a while because he hit his head during the car crash. I was afraid he'd have a very serious concussion, but it seems to be a slight one. He's probably going to be very tired for a couple of days, he might complain of a headache, be a bit dizzy or be more emotional than he normally is, but after those couple of days, he should be fine again. His arm is also going to be fine again: it's not broken, but just badly bruised, so he'll have to be careful with it for a while."

Morgan let out a sigh of relief.

"Can we see him?" Greg asked the doctor.

"Of course! You can take him home with you as well!" the doctor told him with a smile. Morgan shook her head. "No, he's not going to be safe at my house! Or yours," she added, looking at Greg.

"Why don't we take him back to CSI?" Greg suggested. "He should be safe there with all of us plus half the police department around!"

"But how are we going to get him there without putting him through another car accident?" Morgan said, angrily crossing her arms. "I'm not going to be the one who's taking him out again!"

Greg shook his head. "No, listen to me, Morgan. Damian got hurt during the car accident as well, he's really not going to do it again! He'll probably need medical help and if I know Finn, she has already informed Brass about him and he will have told everyone in Vegas to look out for him. I'll bet you anything right now that he's hiding. We have to take Dylan back to CSI now… before Damian decides he no longer wants to hide!"

After another few minutes of discussion, Morgan gave in and called Sara to ask for someone to come and pick them up. Finn showed up only fifteen minutes later.

"Russell and Sara are processing the car," she told them as she started driving back to CSI. "Nick is telling Brass everything he remembers about Damian since he was unable to catch him. He's really annoyed about it, he was even shouting 'This is what happens when I can't bring my dog to work!' He's convinced Sam would have grabbed the guy…"

"Definitely," Morgan agreed.

"What about the blood you collected from my hand?" Greg asked Finn.

"It matches Damian Marks," Finn nodded. "I ran the DNA sample through the computer, perfect match. That guy has quite the record… B&E, attempted murder, drugs possession… Not a guy I'd like to be around! Oh… Sorry, Dylan…"

She looked at the boy through her car mirror. Dylan sleepily shrugged his shoulders. "I don't want to be around him either…"

"So, what's next?" Greg asked.

"Well, as soon as Russell and Sara have finished processing the car, we can check to see if there's any clues about where Melody might be," Finn said. "And Brass is gonna put out a broadcast on Damian Marks. He has already informed the airport and…"

"He's not going leave," Morgan interrupted her. "Not until he has Dylan at least…"

She worriedly looked at the boy, who was resting his head on her shoulder.

"What about hospitals and clinics?" Greg suggested. "I saw he had blood all over him, he probably needs medical help!"

"With a broadcast out on him, he's really not going to a hospital or doctor," Finn commented as she entered the CSI parking lot. She parked her car and waited till Greg had lifted Dylan out of it, since he was too weak to stand on his own legs. Morgan gently rubbed his back. "Stay awake, sweetie, you're alright now!"

"I want my Mum…"

"We're doing everything we can to find your Mum, sweetheart," Finn softly said. "Hey, I have an idea: why don't you, Greg and Morgan go and find Russell and Sara to ask them about the car?"

"Alright…" It wasn't a very enthusiastic reply of course, but the little boy followed Greg and Morgan to the garage without any comments. Sara greeted them. "I figured you might drop by! Alright, Dylan, here's what we know: the car your father was driving, was stolen. Luckily for us, the real owner had just taken his car to the garage the day before it was stolen and knew exactly how many miles he had driven up till then. Based on the actual miles the car has driven now, we know approximately how many miles your father has driven with it. Combined with some dirt taken from the tires, we can use this to figure out where your Mum is!"

"Really?" Dylan's eyes lit up. "Am I gonna see my Mum soon?"

"Hopefully, yes," Sara nodded with a smile.

"Actually, maybe sooner than you think…"

All four of them looked up when Russell walked in. He was holding a paper with the CSI logo on it.

"Hodges has analyzed some of the dirt and he managed to pinpoint it to a certain area of Vegas!" he told them. "Dylan, we're gonna find your Mum!"

"I'm coming," Morgan immediately said. Russell shook his head. "No, you're too emotionally involved and you've just been in a car accident, so…"

"I'm coming," Morgan repeated. "Greg, you're staying with Dylan!"

Russell tried to stop her once more, but after seeing the stubborn look in her eyes, he realized he wasn't going to change her mind.

"Fine, but no front line action!" he told her. Morgan gave him a small nod. "Fine by me!"

As promised, she stayed behind while the police officers searched the area Hodges had pinpointed the dirt to. Luckily for them, it was an abandoned area with only three buildings. When they entered the second building, Morgan heard shouting. Immediately, she grabbed her gun and started to make her way over to the building. One police officer came out holding a man with his arms behind his back, another police officer had a sweater in his hands.

"That's Melody's!" Morgan recognized the sweater. "Is she there?"

Without thinking about her promise to Russell, she ran inside. The room was empty, though, all she saw, was a small puddle of blood on the floor. She turned to the man the first police officer was holding. "Where is she? Where is Melody?"

"I don't know!" the man shouted back. "I went outside for a smoke and when I came back, she was gone! I searched the whole building, she's not here! God, Damian is going to kill me!"

"If you hurt Melody, I might just kill you myself!" Morgan grimly warned him. Then despair hit her. Melody was hurt, scared and now running around Vegas all by herself. Would she finally put her fear to get arrest aside and go the police? Something told Morgan that it would be the last thing Melody would do.