___ whatever it takes.

[Ryan Duquette]

Ryan had been paged at 4:00am to work a crime scene at a run-down house where two FBI Agent's went missing. Although the FBI HQ wouldn't tell him what was going on, he already had a bad feeling it had something to do with Kim.

His concerns only worsened after he tried to call her cell phone over and over again with no reply. Then, once at the scene, found none-other then Zac Villanova's vehicle parked at the crime scene. Of course that didn't officially mean that Kim was the other missing FBI agent, although it was pretty damn clear she was.

The only evidence found at the scene was syringe with a bloody needle, Zac's FBI ID badge and some tire tracks outside in the dirt. No finger prints anywhere in the house. There wasn't not to much to go off about who did it unless the tire tracks came up with something.

Unfortunately, being it was four in the morning, he had decided to bring Michelle along to both the scene and the lab since he didn't really want to leave her home alone after the whole Lee situation earlier.

Currently, Ryan was waiting for the test results to come back from the DNA lab about the blood left on the needle that was found at the crime scene. Was he really that horrible of a person to hope that the DNA came back saying it was Villanova's blood and not Kim? I mean, there was still that extremely slim possibility that Kim wasn't missing and that she was perfectly fine... maybe her cell phone just died? Yeah, who an I kidding. Just keep on tellin' yourself that, not gonna change the outcome.

Sighing heavily, he tried Kim's cell phone again and got nothing... again. He'd also tried the FBI HQ a few times and they had said that Kim hadn't even checked in that night and had no idea if she was there or not. Please, Kim, be okay. I can't lose you...

[Michelle Duquette]

Michelle was in the break room, sitting on the couch. She had come with Ryan to the lab after he was called to a case and agreed to come, still a little shooken up from earlier. Michelle had heard about the two missing FBI's, one Zac, and how Kim wasn't here either, so she was pretty worried as well. She waited for Ryan to get back since he went to the DNA lab to get the results on the blood-covered needle.

Sitting there, she continued to wait and sighed closing her eyes. Then she heard a loud ring and looked to the table to see Ryan's cell ringing and vibrating. "Maybe it's Kim," Michelle said as she got off the couch and walked over to the table looking at his cell, it did say 'Kimmy'. Michelle picked it up and flipped it open. "Kim?" Michelle asked. "Michelle!?" Kim asked. "W-where is Ryan!?" She asked. "Umm, in the DNA Lab, is everything okay?" She asked, worriedly. "Michelle listen, Zac and I have been kidnapped, we have no clue where we are, we know it was Wesley Morganson.." She said. "Okay! I'll get Ryan!" She said as she ran out of the breakroom. "Michelle, I'm losing signal, tell Ryan.." She sounded as if she was breathing hard. "W-wait, Kim!" Michelle said yelling into the phone. "Michelle?" Kim asked into the phone, she loooked at her phone and it said 'lost signal'.

Michelle frowned and ran through the lab and into the DNA lab. "Ryan! Kim just called but she lost signal. She said Wesley Morganson kidnapped her and Zac...they don't know where they are..." Michelle said, looking at Ryan.

[Ryan Duquette]

Ryan stared down at the cream-colored folder that was sitting on the desk in front of him that one of the DNA lab tech's had dropped off only moments before. What was inside that folder was ether going to tell him what he guessed but didn't want to be true, or prove to him that everything in his life wasn't completely a painful circle of non-stop confusion, pain and loss. Basically, a single name on a piece of paper was going to tell him if the love of his life was in danger or not. As much as he wanted to know, he didn't want to know. What if it really is Kimmy?

Finally giving in, he reached forward and picked the folder up off the table. Please don't say her name... he silently thought before opening the folder and quickly scanning over the words on the paper until he found what he was (or wasn't) looking for. Right there in black and white was the single thing that he feared the most. The DNA belonged to Kim Everette. Kim was the other missing FBI Agent.

Tossing the paper back down on the desk, he leaned forward somewhat, resting his head against his arm. Now what? There wasn't enough evidence to tell them much of anything. Suddenly, Michelle ran into the DNA lab, telling him something about Kim calling but the phone had lost signal, then told him that Kim had said something about someone named Wesley Morganson had been the one who kidnapped her and Zac. "Who the hell is Wesley Morganson?" he asked, not as much Michelle as to himself.

He quickly turned his attention to the computer that was on the desk and quickly logged in to the CSI/FBI Criminal Records Database. "Wesley Morganson." he repeated the name was Michelle had just told him as he typed the criminal's name into the Search box and hit 'SEARCH'. He impatiently watched as the screen said 'SEARCHING... FILES LOADING'.

"Wesley Morganson... Serial killer from New York resurfaces in Las Vegas... has killed a total of eleven known victims... There are no known victims to survive one of Morganson's 'attacks'..." he quietly read off the pages, only reading parts of the information out load. Oh God. No, no, no. This can't be happening... "Michelle, what else did Kim say?" he asked, fear suddenly showing in his voice even worse then before.

[Michelle Duquette]

Michelle stared at Ryan throuh the window seeing him with his head on his arm, as if he was worried and scared. Wondering if he knew about Kim. Most likely, seeing how sad he looked right now, something gave her the feeling he knew and he was seriously worried, but so was Michelle.

"Serial killer from New York!?" Michelle asked walking beind Ryan, reading the article. "No known victims to survive..." Michelle said. She looked to Ryan. "They will survive Ryan, Kim is very strong and with you helping, they will be okay." Michelle said trying to reassure him, and try to make things better. "She didn't say anything else...just that she didn't know where they were..." She said.

Then Ryan's phone started to ring and vibrate and it said. '1 new message' She opened it and saw 'Kim Everette' "Ryan!" Michelle said tapping on his shoulder. "Kim sent a text!" Michelle said as she handed it to Ryan, showing the message, saying: Ryan...I love you so much, and if I don't make it...well...just know you are the most important person, ever in my life and the peson I love more than anything...I love you so much..

Michelle looked at him and frowned. "Ryan...we'll find them..I'll do anything I can to help...and when we find them, they'll be okay..." She said hugging Ryan, trying to help him.

[Ryan Duquette]

Ryan was still reading the other articles, profile and case reports about the Wesley Morganson cases from New York and the one in Las Vegas. "Okay," he forced a sad smile when Michelle tried to reassure him that Kim would be okay. "I hope your right," he added, knowing that Michelle was trying to help and he was thankful for that. "Alright. Good work, Michelle," he told her when she said that Kim had not said anything other then what Michelle had already told him.

"Give me," he said, gently taking the cell phone out of Michelle's hand when she said that Kim had text messaged him. He stared down at the message from the love of his life, she almost sounded as if she was trying to say goodbye. "Oh, Kimmy..." he mumbled quietly, noticing himself tearing up slightly while reading the text.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded somewhat when Michelle hugged him and tried again to reassure him that everything would be ok. "I know. Kim's strong, she'll be alright." he said, more to himself then to Michelle, in hopes to maybe make himself believe it. But truth of it was, they didn't really have much to go off to find them.

Hope for some kind of miracle.

[Michelle Duquette]

Michelle smile when he said good work. She looked over his shoulder's to the case files. "Maybe we can get some hints on some places he usually takes his victims, types of buildings and such I mean." Michelle said as she took one of the articles. "Maybe they state where they found the victims and e can compare and maybe get an iea of what type of place he takes them." She said, looking at the papers.

Michelle looked at the text message and almost teard as well. Then she looked at him when she called Kim, Kimmy. "Kimmy huh? Pretty. I'm guessing you are he only one who calls her that?" Michelle asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, she is strong. She stood up to Lee and saved me.." Michelle said with a soft sigh. "We just need to kep searching for any details tat might help us, we have to pay close atenttion" She said. Michelle was already acting and thinking like a CSI which was good, but she just really wanted to help. Then the phone rang again. "Ryan! Another text!" Michelle said handing him the phone.

[Ryan Duquette]

"Yeah," Ryan replied when Michelle mentioned them finding some hints of the places Morganson would normally take his victims. "That'd be our best bet right now," he told her, also looking though the information they where able to get in hopes to find something.

"Your very right, Detective Michelle." he tried to joke, noticing that she was sounding a little to much like a crime scene analyst or detective. It was actually kind of helpful right then since he wasn't thinking to clearly right then. "Let me see," he quickly said when Michelle told him that there was another text from Kim.

'When I get out of this and when we make it through, I want to marry you Ryan, I love you more than anything and I want to be your wife. I want to hear you said 'I do' so I can say it to. I want to marry you Ryan, I love you'

He stared down at the new text and reread it again, almost as if making sure he read it right the first time; it wasn't like it wasn't something he already knew, but he just wanted to read it again. Thinking about it for a second, he decided to write her back.'I love you too and I want to marry you as soon as this is over. And I'll do everything to make sure that happens. I love you and I'll see you soon' he typed before hitting 'SEND' and slowly closing the phone. Please be okay, Kimmy.

[Michelle Duquette]

Michelle nodded as she stood next to Ryan. "It's all we have," She said replying to Ryan wen he said it was their best bet. "Keep looking..." She said as she looked over. Michelle chuckled when he called her Detective Michelle. "Thanks, Detective Michelle sounds nice, although, Princess Michelle sounds better," She said joking around.

Michelle looked to Ryan when he started tearing up and looked away, back at the papers. "Okay! Apparently, he taks them to places with no windows. A deserted desolate place..." She said as she looked over the articles. "Most of his victims are found in places like that.." She saud wutg a shrug, looking at them. "Not sure what places there are in Vegas, most places aren't desolate in Vegas...unless its outside of Vegas." She said looking to Ryan. "But, I don't know Vegas well, can you think of any places?" Michelle asked picking up some other papers and looking over them. "You've been in Vegas for a while..

She continued to try and think, wanting to help. "Knowing Kim, she is thinking of a plan." Michelle said chuckling as she looked to Ryan. "Everything will be okay, keep thinking positive and keep thinking of her. She will be okay and you both can get married and continue life together." Michelle said smiling as she looked back to the desk.

[Ryan Duquette]

Ryan chuckled somewhat when she said that she liked the 'Detective Michelle' nickname but thought 'Princess Michelle' sounded better, "Whatever you say, Princess Michelle," he tried to joke. Although joking around at a time like this seemed pretty hard. He was just so damn worried about Kim right now. They had to find her and everything had to be okay... it just had to be. He couldn't handle thinking of it any differently. He couldn't even stand to think of the very real possibility that Kim might actually die. This couldn't be happening.

Still thinking about the text message, he shook it off and turned his attention back to the files and information that Michelle was reading -- he had to be strong and focus on finding Kim. Letting his emotions get the better of him really was not going to help the situation any. "I... uh... I can't really think of anywhere in Vegas that like that..." he replied when she talked about the kind of buildings Morganson's victims where found in. "I'm going to send the phone to the A/V lab and see if they can get a trace on Kim's cell phone..." he replied, standing up from the table and walking down the hall to the A/V lab before telling the lab technician to put a rush on the information before returning to where Michelle was looking over the papers.

"She always does," he nodded when Michelle said that knowing Kim that she would come up with a plan. "Yeah. I know. Everything is going to fine -- she's tough, she'll be just fine. Everything is going to be fine," and Ryan wasn't really sure who he was saying to convince of that fact -- Michelle or himself. Kim was going to be fine, she just had to be. No question about it, things could not end like this.

Within about ten minutes, the lab technician from the A/V lab faxed over the records that was found using the tracker on the cell phone. Hearing the fax machine print out something, Ryan quickly stood up and walked over to the fax printer and read the paper that was send over from A/V, "The trace on the phone came back... it says that they're at a warehouse in Henderson..." he read outloud for Michelle to hear, "The address... I know exactly where that it. It's about twenty minutes out from here..." he added, "We're leaving now. We'll call for backup and a ambulance on the way over..." he told Michelle, quickly grabbing his cell phone, the keys to the Hummer and whatever else he needed off the desk before turning and walking out the door.

Now they knew where Kim was. Just pray that she was alright.