I started this early. Oops. It wasn't staying inside me. *barfs up words* Eeew. Also, for that reason the arm injury isn't going to come in now and probably not later. XD

Or will it?

Also, the whole Ryan/Molly thing is going to be squashed and squished till I shoot someone, because well…in my world coffee always leads to something, and now I have an image of Ryan/Molly smut in my head. And one more thing, the car did flip over, but before that, Patrick stopped at a warehouse, where Greg broke in…and you'll kinda figure out what he did later.

Ryan really wanted to see Natalia before leaving the lab. He had a coffee date with Molly, but Natalia was still his best friend. Molly was amusing, but these days she was getting on his nerves. Something was up with Natalia, which was normal for someone that was taken hostage two days after being tied up in the house of two serial killers. Not being able to find Natalia anywhere, Ryan checked the locker room again and found Natalia sitting on one of the benches, her feet pulled up to her stomach. Ryan stared at Natalia, but Natalia didn't pay attention to Ryan.

"Natalia?" Ryan asked quietly. Visible beads of sweat covered Natalia's forehead as Ryan walked over to her. "Natalia, you don't look to good." Ryan said quietly, sitting down next to Natalia.

"I'm fine!" Natalia snapped, the color of her face turning a sickish tinge of green. Ryan frowned, placing a hand on Natalia's cheek. Ryan had no idea what he was doing, but Natalia's hardly even reacted at Ryan's action. Ryan removed his hand off Natalia's cheek sheepishly

"Natalia…" Ryan said, staring into Natalia's brown eyes. "Natalia, you're not okay." Ryan said, but Natalia got up before Ryan could say another word. Ryan sighed, before running a hard through his hair. Natalia opened her locker, reaching for the top shelf. Her shaky hand found a gun, her back up weapon to be more exact and Natalia stared at it as she got it. Ryan swallowed painfully, staring into his own locker.

"What hell is my gun doing here?" Natalia asked quietly, replacing the gun on the lower shelf before getting a bottle of aspirin. Ryan breathed a deep sigh of relief and watched Natalia as she inhaled sharply. Natalia took a couple aspirin before sitting back down. "Don't look at me like that, Ryan, I'm fine." Natalia said, looking at Ryan whose hazel caring eyes were still locked on her.

"Natalia, you could have a broken rib!" Ryan exclaimed. Natalia scoffed, resting her clammy forehead on the side of the locker that was next to the bench. "I'm just worried." Ryan muttered, Natalia offering him a fake half smile.

"That's good to know." Natalia said, getting up. She wasn't even able to walk a yard before nearly doubling over in pain. Ryan wanted to walk over to Natalia, but he realized that any wrong move could make Natalia snap. A sudden and continuous movement of her body surprised both of them. Ryan nearly leapt over to Natalia, holding onto her. Was Natalia having a seizure? "Ryan-" Natalia rasped. "-I - c- can't breath." Natalia wheezed, before going limp in Ryan's arms.

Cliffy? Yes? No? Please say yes. :3