A/N: This is it! 101 stories! I bloody made it! XD Thank you so, so, so much for all my favouriters, reviewers, followers, and readers. You guys have really spurred me on, and these stories only exist because of you, and your awesome prompts! Thank you :') Obviously, I have decided to continue because I love writing these stories so much! I hope you continue to enjoy :)

This story is for SandieBrody who asked that Greg was missing for months and Morgan has to find out what happened to him. Such an angsty prompt. It's going to be a two parter!

Summary – Greg has been missing for three months, when Morgan receives a mysterious phone call saying a package has been left for them in the desert…Angst and Morganders!

Lost and Found

It had been three months, but still Nick would trail in, eyes red rimmed and the lingering smell of alcohol on his clothes. Morgan would wear the silver teddy bear necklace which Greg bought her for her birthday – she'd fiddle with it relentlessly and her eyes were just as worn out as Nick's.

Sara would bury her self so deep in a case they wondered if she would resurface, and Finlay tried to keep up morale no matter how much hurt was visible in her eyes. Russell tried to get everyone to carry on as usual, yet he himself just felt like giving up due to the overwhelming amount of guilt and despair.

It had been three months since Greg went missing, kidnapped from a crime scene when there was no one else around. The team had searched day and night, through tears, torment and terror, but these criminals had been very meticulous and left no clue behind; not even a ransom was offered. Greg was gone, and the CSIs were finding that very hard to accept.

The likelihood of him being alive after three days was very slim; let alone three months. They hadn't had a funeral though, there was no body for a start, a good thing, as it gave the team hope that Greg may return to them yet.

Nick and Morgan were the only ones left who wanted to keep looking, even if it was just to bring Greg's body home – though they dreaded the thought. If their friend was dead, then he deserved to be given a proper send off, and not just left somewhere to rot. Russell, Finn and Sara all felt it was time to try and move on because otherwise it would just become too painful, but Nick and Morgan couldn't give up on Greg like that, a small part of them wanted to believe their friend was still alive, no matter how slim the chances.

Morgan was sat in the locker room wistfully tracing her thumb across Greg's picture. She and Greg had gone out one day and stumbled across a photo booth, and Greg thought it would be fun to take some silly pictures. In the majority they looked cross eyed or had tongues sticking out, they made Morgan smile, but at the same time tears were beginning to trickle down her cheeks – she missed Greg so much it hurt.

In the last picture, Morgan had been smiling normally at the camera- 'your usual sweet self' Greg had commented. Greg wasn't looking at the camera, but at Morgan, and he was smiling that soft smile which made Morgan forget all her troubles. Greg was looking at her lovingly, pensively, hopefully…and yet Morgan just seemed to be ignoring him. She never got to tell Greg how she felt, and that tore her apart.

Nick entered the room sniffing a few moments later, and Morgan looked at him with a sad smile. The loss of Greg for her was devastating, and yet she knew Nick and Greg had been friends for almost fifteen years, and now Nick had lost two men he loved like brothers. Morgan wondered if the only reason he was sticking around was because he hoped Greg would turn up someday – that was Morgan's biggest desire too.

"Hey" Morgan said with a soft smile as Nick sat beside her.

"Hey" he said back and then looked down at his shaking hands.

"Rough day?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, it's stupid" Nick said with a weak laugh before rubbing his face with his hands "Greg and I got tickets for this music concert months ago, and we were supposed to go today…" he explained. "Where is he, Morgan?" Nick asked like a lost child who was desperate for guidance. "How could he just disappear like that?"

"I don't know" Morgan replied with a shaky voice as a tear ran down her pale cheek. "I miss him so much" she said brokenly and then the dam of tears gave way. Nick pulled the younger woman into a tight hug and they mourned their lost friend together "I didn't…get to tell him…I loved him" Morgan said through sobs.

"I know" Nick said, not at all phased by the comment – it was so obvious to anyone who could see that Greg and Morgan were head over heels for each other "but you will, I promise. We're doing everything we can. Greg's still alive, I know it"

"How?" Morgan sniffed as she pulled back and wiped her eyes, gaining some composure. "It's been three months"

"I just…I just know" Nick said as if that was explanation enough "Don't give up on Greg, he wouldn't give up on us"

Morgan nodded as she once again looked down at the strip of photos and then put them in her pocket. It would make her feel like Greg was close, because she needed to feel his was still there – this unbearable separation could not continue.

"C'mon, Russell has called a family meeting about the case" Nick said.

It's not much of a family without Greg Morgan thought sullenly, but she went with Nick all the same.

Morgan was in the break room making coffee when she started to receive a call from an unknown number. Not taking much notice, she absentmindedly answered it as she sat at the table with her drink.

"Hello"

"I'm bored now" the caller replied in a sulky tone.

Morgan frowned "Who is this?"

"He just won't give in" the caller continued as he ignored Morgan's question "You'd have thought after three months he'd just succumb to the darkness…"

Morgan's eyes widened and her heartbeat started going at an alarming rate "Greg" she breathed.

"You see I was just going to kill him" the voice said nonchalantly "But you know what, I'm so damn well impressed with how he's survived I'm going to give him back to you"

Morgan clasped a shaky hand over her mouth. Was this real? And what kind of torture had Greg been through which meant it was so hard to believe he was still alive? She suddenly felt enraged at this bastard who had clearly taken Greg to the brink of death, and then claimed to be bored as if the CSI were some common play thing.

"Where is he you sick son of a bitch" Morgan seethed.

"Ah, ah be nice, or I might chance my mind" the caller said with malice. "If you want to see Gregory again, then I suggest you write these co-ordinates down. There'll be a package waiting for you there"

Morgan immediately grabbed a nearby pen and a napkin; she just prayed to God this wasn't some kind of trick. The man said some numbers, and Morgan vaguely recognised them to lead to a point in the desert.

"What do you mean by a package, how will that help us get Greg?" Morgan asked, trying to keep her temper at bay - she couldn't risk upsetting the man and loosing Greg forever, he was too important to her.

The man chuckled and it sent a shiver down Morgan's spine "You'll see" he said "But here's the catch." Morgan sighed, she should have known. "You may only being one other person with you, no weapons must be carried, and you must not look for us, but trust me, you won't find us. And if you dare cross me, I will know, I have my ways too you see, and if you did cross me, that would not bode well for Gregory. You have half an hour to get here"

"Okay" Morgan replied quietly, and the line went dead.

The CSI took a moment to try and take everything in – this was their chance, they could bring Greg home where he belonged, where he belonged with Morgan. And then, she was running knowing she didn't have another moment to spare. She quite literally bumped into Nick, and for a moment Morgan wondered how she was going to break this absurd news to him.

But as it turned out "Greg" was all she had to say before the pair were running to the cars.

The was a nerve wracking silence except for Morgan giving out the odd navigation as Nick drove them down the dusty roads. Nick could barely believe it when Morgan told him about the call; it seemed too good to be true. His little brother was coming home; they would make sure of it.

Not wanting to risk Greg, the CSIs had complied with the kidnappers demands and left their guns behind, and not told anyone else where they were going. Morgan looked at the clock anxiously and saw they only had five minutes left- they had to stay vigilant. A box suddenly appeared on the horizon just off the road, and Morgan's eyes widened.

"Over there!" she pointed. Nick spotted it too and immediately veered off the road.

When they reached the wooden crate, Morgan was close jumping out the car before Nick even stopped the engine. She ran over to the box, breathing heavily, but Nick called after her.

"Morgan, be careful!" he warned "For all we know it's a trick, it could be a bomb or something!"

But Morgan didn't listen, right now all she cared about was finding Greg, and this was the only sign they'd had in months. Reaching the box and resting her ear against it, Morgan listened silently for a few moments.

"I don't hear ticking" she confirmed as Nick finally joined her "In fact…" she listened closer "I think I hear breathing" her heart clenched "Nick, some ones in there!" she exclaimed in horror.

Nick immediately managed to find a grip on the lid of the box, and started to pull with all his strength. The lid was stuck pretty tight, but Nick was determined to rescue the captured being – although he feared he already knew who it was.

Eventually the lid gave way and both Nick and Morgan dared to look inside. Their hearts simultaneously broke. Greg Sanders was curled up inside the small crate, shielding himself with both arms, wearing only a pair of boxers and looking like nothing but skin and bones.

"N-no" he whimpered as his entire body trembled "Pl-please, no m-more"

"Greg" Morgan said in a quiet voice "Sweetie, it's Morgan and Nick"

"N-no" Greg said again still feeling the need to try and shield himself from the overpowering sunlight and another brutal beating "Th-they d-don't care, y-you s-said" he stammered.

"Oh, G" Nick whispered as a tear slid down his face. He leaned into the box "C'mon, let's get you out of here" he said gently.

At first, Greg protested and tried to curl further in on himself, still not believing the voices he was hearing were real. It scared Nick how easy Greg was to lift out of the small space; the younger man was weightless.

He set Greg down on the ground and Morgan knelt beside him, resting Greg's head in her lap and running a hand though his blood crusted hair – she could feel each bump on Greg' head, and it made her sick, but she was willing to give Greg some much needed comfort right now. Greg's whole body was riddled with cuts, bruises, and most disturbingly, burns. He was covered in blood and dirt, and any untainted skin just looked pale, and his whole body would not cease shaking.

"I'll call an ambulance" Nick said in a croaky voice as he tried not to cry and removed his jacket for Morgan to wrap around Greg to give him some protection from the sun.

"M-morgan" Greg whispered with closed eyes "R-really you?" he asked.

"Yes" Morgan said with tears streaming down her face "We're here now, you're safe, and they can't hurt you anymore"

All Greg could think to do was cry, and Morgan and Nick were left devastated at the sight of their broken friend. What the hell had Greg been through… it probably was hell.

A second part I hear you ask? Sure! If you want it ;)

It's been brought to my attention that my British dialect often comes through in my writing, and I'm so sorry if that bothers anyone XD I try to be subtle!

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