Greg gets kidnaped by three people out for revenge.

What will happen when there are two staged murders just to get back at Grissom? Will they ever get Greg back from the people that are trying to get revenge for C.S.Is putting away their friend? Read and find out! Hope you like it!

(Ps. I don't own C.S.I.)

Grissom rushed into the break ready to give out the assignments for the night.

"Okay everyone, Nick, Sara... you're with me. Cath , Warrik you two will be working a D.B. found in an alleyway south of the strip."

"What about me?" Greg asked Grissom, pleading with his eyes wanting desperately to work out in the field and not the lab.

"Yes, I know Greg I'm getting to that. Cath? Do you think you and Warrik would be able to handle Greg?"

"Of course we can."

"Okay then. Greg your with them."

"Come on Greggo lets go!" Warrik said happily.

At the alleyway, in the middle of it, there was a dead body, missing a head. It was just lying there motionless. This sent shivers up and down Greg's spine. Suddenly there was a loud crash of some trash cans.

"Ah!" Greg shrieked. He soon realized that his face was glowing red with embarrassment. Warrik started laughing hysterically.

"Ha! That was good man!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Now that that's over with, which one of you two brave guys would like to go and search down there," Catherine pointed deeper down the alleyway, "and find the head?"

"I nominate... GREG to go! Have fun Greg!"

"Don't worry. I'm sure I will."

Greg walked down into the dark alleyway. He heard something from in the shadows somewhere...

Once they arrived at the house where their murder had taken place, it seemed kind of odd. There was no guards, no do not crass tape, nothing. Grissom walked up to the door with case in hand while Sara and Nick fallowed. Grissom reached a hand out and knocked on the door loudly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." A lady answered the door. "Hello?"

"Hi. Are you Mrs. Philips?"

"Yes I am. Why?"

"Because we had gotten a report saying that a Mrs. Philips that lived at this house had been murdered."

"Well, do I look dead to you Mr..."

"Grissom."

"Mr. Grissom?"

"No you do not. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"That's ok. Um bye."

"Good bye."She shut the door and the three C.S.Is walked away and back to the car.

"What was that all about?"

"It seems that someone wanted to distract us from something, Sara."

"Okay, but from what?" Nick asked.

"I have no clue."

Greg looked over at where he had heard the sound and thought that he had seen something.

"Hello?" Noone answered. "Well that's weird."

Greg turned back around and continued searching.

"I wonder what's taking Greg."

"Yeah me too, Warrik. You think if he hadn't found something he would have gotten bored by now."

All of a sudden, somebody grabbed Greg and put a cloth over his face. He tried not to breathe in for fear that it was probably something that would knock him out. That's the last thing that he wanted to happen to him at this time.

"Warrik! Cath! Somebody help..." he tried to yell but it was in vain, for it only came out as a whisper.

Somewhere across town Catherine and Warrik heard the sound of tires screeching and that of a car speeding off.

"Now I'm worried. He's been gone for like twenty minutes now..."

"Okay then lets go look for him, Cath, but I'm sure he's fine. I mean what could've happened to him?"

They walked deeper into the alleyway until they got to the end where a tall gate was. The lock on it was broken and there was a rag on the ground by it. Cath looked into the shadows and saw something that made her heart drop. Greg's kit was left on the ground tipped over. She ran up to it and saw that there was a piece of paper taped to it. She quickly grabbed it and read:

"Dear Grissom,

Because of you, one of your beloved C.S.Is will either die by the time you find them, be dead and you never find them, or be tortured to the point where he would rather be dead. Either way, it will all have happened because of you and ONLY you. You will receive a call from me and my associates later for information, but for now, I hope you enjoyed the fake distraction I sent of poor Mrs. Philips death! Oh, and I thought that just for extra kicks that I would dig up a body and remove the head just for you!"

"That's just sick!" Warrik exclaimed.

"Yeah, not only that but the people that wrote this have Greg!"

On the drive back to the lab, Grissom's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

Hello? Grissom? It's Catherine. We have a huge problem.

"Okay. Continue."

Well, Greg went to search for the head to our staged body and he was taken by someone.

"Cath? Meet us at the lab so we can talk about this in person."

Okay, Griss'. See you guys there.

"Yeah. Bye."

Grissom hung up the phone and was immediately asked, "What's wrong?", by Nick.

"You'll find out at the lab."

Once at the lab Catherine filled them all in on what had happened, and then gave Grissom the note to read.

"So what do we do?"

"We wait for this guys call."

Greg stirred when he felt the movement of a car going over a bump.

"Hey guys I think sleeping beauty's awake!"

"Aww he's so CUTE when he's sleeping."

There was harsh laughter going through the car at this point. From what Greg could hear, there were about three people in the front of the car he was in.

"Okay we are here. Who wants the honors of getting the dork out of the back?"

"Oo I do, I do!"

"Wow. You must really like him."

"Well he is cute like I said."

At that comment Greg's heart started beating a mile a minute and it got even worse when the back of the car opened and someone grabbed him. He was hauled to his feet and half dragged inside some smelly place that he could only think of would be a warehouse, but due to the blindfold over his eyes, he couldn't tell.

"The guy doesn't even have a gag and he's still quiet." one of them laughed.

"So lets know the name of the C.S.I that we have kidnaped."

Greg didn't make a sound he just sat on the chair that he had been forced down and tied to.

He felt a fist collide with his face. "Now it's very rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you. Now I asked you your name."

"Greg." he whispered.

"What a nice name!" It was then his blindfold was taken off and around him were three guys. All looked about in their late 40's. "Now , smile for the camera!"The one on the right snapped a picture of him with a Polaroid camera, and then held the picture up for him to see. He saw himself just sitting there with blood starting to trickle down from his nose and he had a look of complete terror in his eyes.

"Now it's time for a little fun before we call your boss. So who'd like to go first boys?"

Greg hoped that what he thought the guy was talking about wasn't what he had feared.

After what seemed like hours waiting for the call, RING, RING, RING, RING!

All the C.S.Is jumped.

"Hello?" Grissom picked up the phone.

Hello, Grissom. Remember me?

"No actually I don't."

Well that's a shame. I bet you little Greggy here will never be able to forget me even if he wanted to.

"Is that so. You better not have hurt him in any way or..."

Or what? You'll find me and hurt me? Well anyways it's too late for your warnings. We have been enjoying Greg's company for about two hours now. He is very quiet now. I think we all scared him. To bad, it was better to hear his screams.

"What did you do?"

Why don't I let Greggy here tell you that.

There was silence on the other line and then, Get the little brat in here! There's somebody that would like to speak with you Greg. Say hello.

H-h-hello? Grissom cringed at the sound of Greg's voice. He sounded so lost and scared.

"Greg."

Grissom?

"Yeah Greg. What did they do to you?

"Greg? What happened?"

Grissom ...th-they r- they ra–...

"It's okay Greg. You don't have to say it."

Grissom I'm scared..

"I know Greg, but don't worry. We WILL find you."

Awwwww how adorable. Grissom is filling Greg up with hope. Well I hate to tell you this, Grissom, but it is way past hopefulness at this stage. We all love lil' Greggy here so much, we might just keep him. Wouldn't you like that Greg?

There was a whimper heard on the other line and then the sound of something being smacked.

"What did you just do?"

Oh me? I just slapped Greg across the face. What? Do you not like me hitting your precious little C.S.I?

"I'm warning you. If you touch him one more time..."

I'm sorry. I have to go now. Goodbye. Have a nice day!

Click...

And that was the end of their phone conversation.

"Wanna know something that's useless now?" Catherine asked them all.

"Sure." Nick answered quietly.

"We could of wired the call and traced it..."

They all just stood there in disbelief of their carelessness of forgetting to even think of that in the hours they waited to receive that valuable call. That one mistake could have just hurt their chances of getting their friend and college back with them and away from the psychos that now had Greg.

"So Greg. Did you enjoy talking with your boss? Because that is the last time you might have ever been able to talk with him. Maybe I'll let you talk with one of your other little friends, but Grissom, you see, he would be able to find out where we are if we were to let you talk to him again. And that wouldn't be good. Now would it?" After ending his long speech he put a hand on Greg's head and ruffled his hair. "You know what Greg because we are alone, I'll let you in on a little secret. Now you're gonna keep your mouth shut about this to the others or else. I'm gonna enjoy killing them tonight, and I'm going to give you the pleasure of watching. Watching as I cut them into little pieces. One at a time." At this the man broke out into malicious laughter and walked out of the room.

Later that night all three of the men returned. One asking when they would get to have "fun" with Greg again. Saying that it had been too long since the last time they all got to "play". These words disgusted Greg, but still he couldn't help but feel sorry for the two that were going to die. Then, once the two that were going to be dead that night had their backs to the first guy, he took out a gun and shot them each once in the back, causing them to fall on their faces. Greg watched in horror as the one who had spoken to him earlier cut them up into pieces and piled them up.

"Now, back to the matter at hand. I think it's safe that I can trust you with my name. Right?"

Slowly Greg shook his head. He was surprised by how normal the man's name sounded.

"Warren." he said shortly. "So now that it's just you and me Greg, how about we have a little fun?"

"No that's okay. I don't think I'm up to it." Greg said, shocked to hear that comment leave his mouth. Greg regretted saying it soon enough as he was punched in the stomach and face a couple of times. There was a flash of light, and he looked up to see Warren grinning. He had the Polaroid camera in hand and had just snapped a picture of Greg all beaten up again.

"Now when did I say that you ever had a choice in this Greg. I am very disappointed in you. You should have known better then to talk back to an emotionally unstable man. Yes I admit it. I do have a few psychologic problems, but nothing I can't control... when I want too." Warren grinned evilly.

At the lab, someone just ran in handling a letter with gloved hands.

"Mr. Grissom. This just arrived. The RE: is Greg Sanders."

"Thank you." Grissom put on a pair of latex gloves and took the envelope from the young day-shift rookie. He slowly opened it up and saw a picture drop from it. It was of Greg sitting tied to a chair. A look of terror was on his face as blood was coming from wounds and bruises were formed on his face also. He read out loud:

"Dear Mr. Grissom and C.S.Is,

I do hope that you love the picture of poor lil' Greggy that I have sent you. I wish that I did not have to beat him up so, but it seems that he has some sarcasm problems that I will need to correct. Oh, and he says hi. Well more like wants to get the hell out of his bindings and wants to beat me, but same differences. Do you remember yet? If you don't it's too bad. That is a key part of your investigation. Let me help you a little because I feel bad for you. I mean you lost such an adorable little C.S.I! you put my buddy away unjustly and I want him OUT! Greg might be released if you do this one task. I will call one of you, not telling which one, in a few hours. Be ready for my call. Who knows? Maybe you will be the lucky caller that get's to hear Greg's voice asking you, no begging you, for help!"

Should I write more? please review!