Greg walked through the elevator doors, half expecting someone to be on the other side. Nobody. He hesitantly walked to the door that read 369. He stood in front of it, debating if he should knock or not. He hadn't seen Haley, his ex-girl friend, in forever. She called him out of the blue wanting to hang out. He thought about it the longest time before calling her back. He didn't know why he had decided to come, maybe just to get away from work. He's been so swamped 'cause there's been seven murder cases with lot of blood and gore, bloody weapons, and extra clothes. He's been processing everything, and Nick had him do everything AGAIN just to make sure he got everything right. He sighed deeply, and knocked.
A couple of minutes passes and he wondered if she had heard him so he knocked again. Silence.
He was about to walk away when the door screeched open. He turned back to it, curious.
"Haley?" He called out before entering. He took slow footsteps, wondering if she just accidently left the door open.
"Haley?" He called again. Nothing. He looked around the corner that led to the living room part of suite. Nobody in sight but a lamp was broken on the floor and the t.v was static. He looked passed the couch and saw Haley's body atop a pool of blood. He went into a shock for a second, unable to think. He jerked his phone out of his pocket in haste, dialing 911. Before it even started ringing two strong arms captured him by the neck and drug him back, causing him to drop his phone in suprise. Greg tried to grab at the two arms, unable to get them to move he tried twisting and turning but to no avail. He gasp for air when his lungs started to burn from no oxygen, his eyes started to water. He gritted his teeth in pain. Damn, the killer's still here, he thought. And that was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out completely.
"Hey Catherine, have you seen Greg? I need him to look at something for me," Nick asked as he walked into the room.
"Nick, you've had him buried in work since last week. Give the kid a break," Catherine sighed before pulling on a pair of latex gloves and looking at some of the weapons on the table.
"I know, I know. I just need one thing and I'll leave him alone," Nick rubbed his temples.
"Still have a headache?" Sara asked, walking in.
"Yea," Nick answered.
"Sorry Nick, I haven't seen Greg since this morning when he left. Said he was going to see somebody," Catherine answered looking over a pocket knife.
"Greg? Hmm, that's weird. He didn't mention anything to me," Sara wondered.
"Well, you can't blame that on him. Anyway, Sarah, did you get those-" Catherine was cut off as Warrick ran into the room with a shocked expression.
"What is it?" Sara asked.
"It's Greg. He dialed 911 but didn't answer."
"What? When?" Nick asked.
"About half an hour ago, we didn't get to it until just now. They said when they answered he didn't say anything."
*Where they traced the call to*
"Do you know which room?" Catherine asked coming out of the elevator on the fourth floor.
"The manager said he came in around four, asked for room....369," Warrick answered looking at the numbers as he went down the hall and finally reached the room. "Here it is...the door's open." Warrick wondered. He pressed his ear against the door to see if he could hear anything, like people talking, but what he heard instead was a ...whimper? He stepped away from the door, looking at it strangely. Catherine noticed and looked at the door too," What is it?"
"Someone's....crying...," Warrick answered.
"Crying?" Sara asked confused.
Katherine took her gun out, ready for anything.
"CSI! We're coming in!" Katherine yelled before pushing the door open and entering the room.
(I'm not sure if that's how it goes....o.o)
Catherine didn't see anyone in the kitchen so she looked in the living room. She saw Haley's body," Oh....geesh."
Now Catherine heard a whimper but didn't know where from.
She took slow steps toward the room she 'thought' was the right one, which was the bedroom. The bed sheets were tangled up almost into a ball, she looked to her left to see a dresser, a mirror, and a few clothes. She looked to her right and saw a door that must be the closet. She grabbed the knob, slowly turning it. Preparing for the worst. But what she got wasn't what she expected. It was Greg, in the closet, ...crying....
"Greg!" She yelled happily. She was so glad he was OK...but he didn't 'look' OK. His face was a beat up a bit, his torso was torn and his eyes were puffy from crying," What happened to you?"
Greg looked up to her, whimpers still coming but more softly. He didn't say anything, he looked past her shoulder at Warrick who came in after he heard Catherine.
"Woh, you look like hell kid," He joked but soon lost his smile when Greg didn't laugh.
"What happened to you?" Catherine asked, mystified.
Greg didn't answer, he just grummbled.
"Let's get you to the paramedics," Warrick said leaning in the closet to help Greg out, but Greg flinched back.
Warrick was suprised and truthfully a bit hurt," What's wrong, Greg? I'm just trying to help."
Greg didn't look at him, he just tightened his arms around his legs and buried his face.
Catherine looked to Warrick who looked back at her.
Sara walked in," Okey dokey then. We should probably look for fingerprints, he left the weapon behind. But I can't figure out why he left it in the...," Sara trailed off once she looked at Greg," Oh geesh."
*Back At The Lab*
Greg sat in the opposite chair of Grissom, his clothes changed now since they needed his clothes for evidence.
"So, are you gonna tell me what happened or are you just gonna have to sit here for the next few hours?" Greg asked, drinking a sip of his coffee.
Greg didn't look up from twiddling his fingers.
"Greg.....," Grissom tried to get his attention," Greg!"
Greg jumped and fell backwards out of his chair, fear written on his face.
Greg looked suprise," Are you OK? You haven't said one word since we've found you....what....Greg...what happened?"
Greg recovered from his fall and sat the chair back up but didn't sit in it.
"Greg?"
Greg looked at him," Can....I ....can I talk to you alone?"
Grissom looked around," Greg, we are alone."
"No ...I mean...somewhere more private."
Grissom looked at him curiously," Um.....sure. OK." Grissom stood up and walked out of the room with Greg on his heels. He lead them to his office and closed the door once Greg was in and seated. He sat behind his desk and folded his hands, waiting intently for Greg to explain.
"Well....I um...I went to Haley's to um....hang out. She called me out of the blue. Wanting to hang out and watch a movie or something. So, I thought about it and eventually went. But when I got there.....I knocked. She didn't answer, I just thought she didn't hear me or something so I knocked again. Nothing. So I start leaving when the door starts to open, I got curious so I looked in. I didn't see her at first, until I got to the living room and past the couch. I freaked out, I was in shock. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. But someone grabbed me.....," Greg chocked out.
Grissom looked at him in amazement. Who could SAY that much in one breath!? It took him a second to process everything Greg just said.
"Wait, someone GRABBED you?" Grissom asked.
Greg nodded, looking down at his hands.
Something told Grissom not to push so much right now but he just couldn't help it.
"Who? Do you know? What did they do? What happened?" Grissom asked one after another.
Greg looked at him," Well, I tried to get away but I couldn't. I eventually passed out from oxygen loss...."
"And then?" Grissom pressed.
Grissom noticed Greg's hesitation," Did...he do something?"
Grissom made his usual face when he's asking a question, kind of that squinchy look like he knows you're hiding something.
Greg sighed...
He gritted his teeth in pain. Damn, the killer's still here, he thought. And that was the last thing he remembered before he blacked out completely.
He woke tied to a bed.....Haley's bed. With silk tied probably from robes. He looked up at the cieling and then the walls, trying to grab his bearings but his head was a bit hazy. He heard footsteps but only saw a blur...
The figure climbed on top of him with a sigh, one of his leg's going between Greg's. Greg tried to clear his vision but nothing was helping. All he could do was try to guess who the hell it....the figure's hand landed on his torso. Trailing down his slim body to his waisteband. Unbottoning his jeans and undoing his zipper. Greg starred down at the hand, his sight still a bit hazy. Maybe I'm dreaming...he thought.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" It was a guy, that's for sure.
Greg whimpered in protest of the man's cold hands against his skin.
"Aw, scared? You should be. You made my life a living hell, it's only fair I return the favor," The man said before sliding his hand under Greg's shirt onto his skin and up.
Greg shivered, the man's hand was freezing. Like he had been in a freezer for hours and just got out.
The man grunted as if he was considering something. The hand continued to go up to Greg's collarbone. Greg gasped from it. He shivered once again, he wanted to say something. Anything. Stop, don't. What the-
The man above him shifted to his left, laying down beside Greg and cuddling close to him like a kid does with his blankee.
Greg was confused, he wanted to say something still but found that nothing would come out. The man sighed into Greg's shoulder. Maybe this was what he wanted, to freak Greg out. Making him anxous, making him think there was something more than what was really going on. Or maybe this guy was fucking insane!
The man's right hand traveled back up Greg's shirt and rested on his right nipple, playing with it ever so lightly.
A soft cough came from Greg's throat without him even noticing. The man sighed again.
"I wanted to...but..." The man trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
It seemed like he had fallen asleep after a couple of minutes so Greg tried to come out of shock and get his hands free. Nothing except coming out of shock. He started freaking out, grunts coming out as he twisted his hands and arms. No change.
The man pushed his hand down on Greg's chest as to settle him but it only made Greg even more uncomfortable.
"Sssshhh," He sighed, not wanting to move from his warm spot.
"Somebody help me!" Greg yelled.
He covered his mouth, his arm through Greg's shirt still. Greg tried to shake it off but to no avail. He eventually settled down but was still fidgety. He looked wide eyed at the man next to him. He could of sworn he never had seen him in his life. Maybe this guy got mixed up and ended up here somehow. Maybe. Then why did he kill Haley? How would of he gotten in?
"Greg, it's OK."
How does he know my name? Greg thought.
Grissom looked at Greg with concern when the younger man trailed off from his sentence. The room was silent.
"Are you sure you didn't know him?" Grissom asked as he looked at a file on his desk.
"No, but I don't remember if I did."
"What happened after that?"
After the question was asked Greg shot Grissom a look. Some concern, some frightened and some even anger.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"I....can I go now?"
"Well, you're not under arrest so I guess. But Greg-"
"Thanks," Greg said cutting him off and standing up to leave.
"Why wont you tell me...?"
Greg looked at Grissom with a hurt expression, almost as if he thought Grissom was suppose to already know but it just didn't click until Greg slammed the door behind him. Leaving Grissom dumbfounded.
"I'd settle down if I were you, I don't want to be too rough. As hard as it is to believe. You're only making it harder on yourself the more you struggle..."