Lost and Found

Just a story that popped into my head after watching a repeat last night. Hope you like it, enjoy! :)

February 12, 2012 06:30pm

"Hey Grissom I…n-no I'm on my way in right now I…I know, I know I just…okay."

Greg sighed in frustration as he shut his phone after Grissom hung up on him. He couldn't blame how uptight and pissed Grissom was; they were working on a kidnapping/murder case and everyone had been pretty much on edge. It'd been almost a month and they still haven't caught the son of a bitch or found any of the 10 bodies. The only proof they had of the victims being dead were pictures sent to LAPD. Each of them were dismembered, gutted, or hung. Greg shook his head and scratched his spiky hair. Some people could be so twisted and creepy. Speaking of twisted, creepy people, being a CSI, had its downsides. For the past few weeks he'd been having the feeling of being watched. Every time he left for or from work, he swore that someone was following him; but each time he turned around, there was no one there. It chilled him to the bone, but he never told anyone about it. They'd probably just laugh and tell him it was his nerves getting to him. Perhaps it was, but you never know with their job.

Greg stepped out of his apartment and into the cold wintry night. He tightened his coat around his body and shivered. Already half an hour late for his shift, he didn't want to waste any more time, so he began a simple jog towards his car. He was so deep in thought about getting into his warm car, he never noticed his back door was open. So slightly, no one would have noticed it unless you were actually looking for it.

Getting in, he shut the door and started the car. While waiting for the heat to kick in, Greg rubbed his hands together and blew puffs of his breath into them.

"Ah, time for a long night at the office," he sighed. Placing his cellphone in the cup holder, he began to reach for the transmission when he noticed a flash in his rearview mirror. It looked like…a person. Before he had time to react, the mysterious assailant took out a white cloth, and Greg could only guess what was on it. He tried to reach for his door, but the attacker was quick and the chemical covered fabric was shoved forcefully over his face.

"Agh!" Greg cried in a muffled voice, struggling but feeling his motions growing weaker quickly. He had to get help before he passed out. He searched lethargically for his phone and when it reached his fingers, he grasped it weakly and flipped it open. He wasn't going to make it; he was so damn tired and he couldn't think. His vision was blurring and all he could hear was the panicked beating of his heart. Pressing random buttons, which he hoped was some sort of message, he pressed send.

"Hey!" He heard the attacker say from far away. His brain was getting fuzzy and it was getting so much harder to keep his eyes open. A vice-like grip was suddenly on his wrist and before he knew it, he could feel his phone being ripped out of his hand. The cloth was taken off his face, and he could finally breathe fresh air. His senses were starting to return and that meant he could escape…or attempt to at least.

"What the hell did you do?" The man said gruffly.

But Greg wasn't paying attention. He put his hand on the door and heaved himself out of the car.

"Oh, no you don't."

Greg stumbled into a blind run, everything around him still out of focus; his breathing was ragged and harsh and he could hear the sound of his attacker's footsteps behind him. Just when he was about to reach the exit, he felt his legs go out underneath him and he began his speedy decent to the concrete. He was done for, he just hoped his team would figure out he was missing. Without another second, his head connected with the hard surface and that was the last thing he knew.

~+CSI+~

Nick was just getting to the crime scene when his phone went off. He took it out of his pocket and flipped it open. It was a text message from Greg. Shouldn't he be here by now? His place is a lot closer than the lab to this place. Nick opened up the message and frowned in confusion.

From Greg:

hgteu&^%ljp

Sent: 6:45pm 3/12/12

"What the hell?" Probably just butt dialing you, Nick. The Texan rolled his eyes and smirked as he put his phone away. I'll give Greggo a hard time about that when he gets here.

But Greg never came. Greg never came to the crime scene, and never showed up to the lab, which made Grissom outraged, yet, a bit worried. A kidnapper/ murderer was on the loose and he couldn't rule out the possibility that- no, Greg was a well-trained CSI and he knew he had to keep a sharp eye. Greg is undoubtedly fine. But just to be safe…

"Nick, go to Greg's place and see why he's not here," Grissom said without looking up from the case files that he'd been studying for the past two hours.

Nick nodded and left, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that the text he'd gotten from the younger CSI was something more than a misdial. Shaking all the possible scenarios from mind, he drove quickly to his friend's house.

"Yo Greg, open up!" He shouted pounding on the apartment door.

Nothing. Not even a cough.

"Greg!"

Silence. Nick sighed heavily and put his hands on his hips. He suddenly felt drawn to the car garage. He didn't know why, but maybe, because Greg was like a little brother to him and now his big brother senses were going off.

As he walked into the garage, he searched for the kid's 2002 Honda Civic.

"Greg!"

But when he found his friend's car, he froze, all the blood draining from his body. This is not good.

He quickly retrieved his phone and dialed his Grissom's number.

"Gris," he gulped. "I think something happened to Greg."

~+CSI+~

Within ten minutes, LAPD and the rest of the team were at Greg's garage and apartment, looking for any clues to lead them to answers of his disappearance. Nick, Catherine and Brass were in the garage while Grissom and Sara were up at the apartment.

"A-and you just found it like this, Nicky?" Catherine asked quietly, staring at Greg's car.

"Yeah."

Catherine shook her head as she began to take pictures of the scene. The car was still running, and both the driver's and back door were wide open. Greg's phone was on the ground in the back seat and crushed beyond repair. The whole interior smelled like chloroform, and to confirm it, a small cloth was lying on the seat innocently.

"Dammit, who would kidnap Greg?" Growled Nick. "He's never done anything to anybody."

"We'll find him, Nick. We'll get him back," assured Catherine, but mostly she was assuring herself. Nick was right, who would want to take Greg. He was as good as they came.

"Nick, Catherine!" Brass yelled from a few feet away. "You're gonna wanna see this."

Nick and Catherine exchanged worried looks before heading over to where Brass was standing.

"Crap," muttered Catherine as she shakily snapped a picture before getting a sample. It was blood…fresh blood, and no doubt it was Greg's.

"Oh god, Greg," Nick whispered.

Suddenly, Catherine's phone rang. "Willows."

"Hey, it's Sara. We looked at the security footage. Greg was definitely kidnapped. You're gonna want to see it."

"Damn. Alright, we'll be right up." Catherine hung up and looked at Nick wearily. The Texan looked back it her, taking a deep breath cursing silently before following her out of the garage.

The two went to the landlord's office where Grissom and Sara were waiting; it was the only way they could see it was true. It couldn't be true; Greg had to be playing a trick on them. He was going to pop up from out of nowhere and laugh at them and their reactions. But he didn't. It was all real. The team watched the black and white tape solemnly, not daring to make a sound or a move.

They saw Greg walking to his car quickly, wanting to get out of the cold. The camera moved in closer to Greg's car as they saw his attacker appear of nowhere. Nick clenched his jaw and fists as he watched the bastard put the chloroform cloth over his friend. It made him so sick to see Greg struggle to stay awake. When he got his hands on the guy, he's never even gonna know what hit him. Then, for some reason, the attacker took the fabric off of Greg's face and took something. Greg's phone. A light bulb went off in his head. The text message Greg sent, it was supposed to be a cry for help. God dammit, he should have known something was off about the message.

Suddenly, Greg managed to escape from the car and he began running…well more like stumbling away from the attacker. He didn't make it far, though, when his attacker came running and instantly caught up to Greg, plowing into the small body. Everyone winced, Sara and Catherine adding a small sob, when they saw Greg's head slam into the concrete. Nick was about to punch something when he watched the man drag Greg's unconscious body haphazardly and throw him into the back of a van. Then it was over.

"Nick, bring this tape back to Archie, see if he can get anything from it. A license plate, an I.D. anything at all," Grissom began. "Catherine and Sara, go back to the crime scene and see if you can get any prints from the car that's not Greg's. This could be connected to our case. We are going to find him."

The team nodded as they went to their assigned tasks.

We are going to find him if it's the last thing I do.

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