So I am now not going to be in the country until February, damn work keeping me busy so I have something new (yes I know again) for you all to chew over. I'm not sure how many of my regular readers are interested in this fandom however, it's one I've been writing for, for years, even if this is my first posting.

This fic might not be for all of you and there are several warnings attached including M/M relationship, Suggestions of Date Rape, Torture and in later chapters Slash. Please give it a go though and let me know what you think!

From The Russians With Love

Chapter One

The British Bulldog Pub - Columbia - South Carolina

Her breath hitched when she eventually spotted him. He was hung over the bar, nursing a tumbler of what she thought was whiskey. His face was clouded with stubble and she could easily tell, even from a distance that he had lost a copious amount of weight. She gripped the folder in her hands tighter and steeled her resolve, crossing the street and pushing the door open. He didn't look up. She slid into a booth and watched him for a while, the way he gripped his drink until his knuckles were white, his right hand shaking slightly from something she dared not fathom, the way he sucked on a cigarette, holding the smoke in before exhaling slowly, causing it to twist around his features. She started when his dead, brown eyes met hers and he raised a brow in silent question. You were going to approach me when? She sighed and stood up, making her way through the small crowd and dropping onto an empty bar stool at the side of him.

"Nice of you to make an appearance." He muttered, his voice rough and his words slurred slightly from the booze and whatever else he had in his system. "What brought you to seek me out?"

"It's time to go home Timmy." She replied softly, dropping the folder down in front of him. She held her breath as he opened it, his eyes flicking over the reports and growing ever colder with what they saw. She placed her hand on his as he went to flick to the pictures in the back of the file. "You don't have to." She said. "It's not pretty."

"He's my husband." The male growled dangerously. "Try to stop me." She held his eyes for a few seconds, trying to convey the pain that he would endure by turning the page; before letting go of his hand and nodding. He grunted and flicked over to the photographs at the back of the folder. His breath sucked in sharply and his hands started to visibly shake. "Is he dead?" He rasped and she shook her head in the negative, not trusting her voice. He downed the rest of his drink slamming his glass down and earning a pointed look from the barman. He waved the man off and rubbed his forehead, stubbing out his smoke before running his hands down his face. "How?" He asked, only just getting the word out without loosing it.

"We don't know." She replied. "We found him by accident. We had been forced to pull back on our searching and so we weren't actively looking on the county's time. We stumbled across him on a case three days ago and Alexx managed to smuggle him to safety. He was wearing this." She picked out a photo from the file and dropped it in front of the man. It showed a dog collar fitted with a small pack of explosives that would have been fatal to the wearer if detonated. "It took Eric three hours to get it off him without setting it off. He's at home being looked after by Alexx. His fever broke this morning."

"And now you want me to come back?" Speed growled. "After a year with no contact from any of you, and now you bring me pictures of a half dead husband and a plea to come home? How the fuck could any of you let this happen? I gave my life in payment for his protection and now he's on the brink of death because you have all failed."

"We didn't know." Calleigh whispered, tears starting to run down her cheeks. "Horatio didn't tell anyone. We didn't even know you were alive until Alexx lifted a recent picture of you from a body. We found out a month ago and since then we've been pushing the limits on how much searching we could do for your husband."

"Why did you pull back the protection in the first place?" Speed asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Who gave the order Officer Duquesne?"

"Horatio." Calleigh sobbed, jumping when Speed picked up his tumbler and launched it at a wall opposite the bar with a growl.

Unknown Warehouse - Miami-Dade - Florida

His body screamed in pain as he moved and he would have been doing the same if his voice was working properly. He managed a strangled cry that sounded pitiful in the darkness of his cell and his throat protested at the use of his damaged vocal chords. He brought his hand up to his neck as memories flooded his mind and his panic grew when he felt the leather collar. He was theirs. He had been theirs for months. They just wanted to make sure he knew it. There was something big going down. He was a part of it. He just didn't know which part that was. He had lost hope of rescue months ago and convinced himself that he was nothing to those his husband had called a family. He didn't know which betrayal hurt worse. His husband's or his godmother's. Alexx promised she would help. She promised the team would not let him get hurt. She had promised he would be safe. She had promised a lot of things. None of them had come true. The door to his cell opened and the familiar figure of Zed appeared in the door arch.

"Drink." He grunted, tossing a bottle of water to him. He forced himself to crawl towards the bottle, his restraints not allowing him to stand and he undid the cap, meeting Zed's black eyes as he took the water. After a minute the guard grew impatient and stalked towards him. He stiffened, he knew better than to fight by now. Zed grabbed his thinning hair and pulled his head back, snatching the bottle and forcing the water down his throat. He gasped and retched, throwing up bile and stomach acid. Zed laughed, deep and guttural before hitting him around the head and stalking back out of the cell, slamming the door and sliding the deadbolt across, leaving him once more in darkness, laying in a pool of his own filth, too exhausted to care.

The British Bulldog Pub - Columbia - South Carolina

They had been kicked out. Speed sat up against the wall holding the bottom of his t-shirt to his face. He had tried to put up a fight. The only reason they weren't down the station was because of Calleigh's badge. It still hadn't prevented him from ending up with a bloody nose. His breath was rasping and his eyes wild. She was concerned for both his mental and physical state. She couldn't tell if he was high or just drunk.

"You need to keep it together." She whispered, crouching down at the side of him. "We've been doing everything we can and Alexx has been in touch with Quantico. We'll fix this Timmy."

"You've told his brother?" Speed questioned in disbelief, his eyes angry and wide. "You've told Spencer that his baby brother is half dead and you thought that it was a good idea? Do you have any idea what you have done?" Calleigh was startled at his outburst and for the first time ever she was scared of her best friend.

"Alexx spoke to someone named Hotchner." She replied, thankful that her voice didn't waver. "He told us he would take it from there. I don't know anything about a brother." Speed cursed and pulled himself up, staggering towards the blonde's hummer and looking back at her expectedly when she didn't immediately unlock the doors. She sighed and flicked her key, standing up and making her way to the driver's side, hoping he wasn't drunk enough to throw up in the car.

Unnamed Trailer Park - Miami-Dade - Florida

He couldn't believe it. The man they had been searching for, for nearly twelve months was sedated and wrapped in a blanket in the back of Alexx's van. The woman in question was sobbing heavily in driver's seat, too out of it to even contemplate driving and too determined to give up the job to someone else. Calleigh had not been much better when she had left for the lab. She had called Horatio to tell him she had been taken ill and that she would drop all of her stuff of in the lab before taking the rest of the day off. He sighed to himself and made his way around to the front of the van. It had been up to him to keep a calm mind and it had been him who had driven the needle into the young man's neck, apologising under his breath every single second he had to restrain the pitiful creature. This was the husband of his dead best friend. Speed's husband.

"Alexx." He said softly, placing his hand on the Doctor's arm. "Alexx we need to get him out of here."

"This is all my fault." She choked out in between sobs. "I was supposed to look after him. I promised him I would keep him safe."

"You need to keep that promise now and get him out of here." Eric replied firmly. I'll follow behind in the hummer but you need to get him somewhere he isn't going to be found." He watched as the doctor seemed to pull herself together and he nodded. "See you back at the lab." He said, closing the door and watching as she started up the engine. He climbed into his hummer and prayed to god that Calleigh knew where they were taking him.