A/N: My first slash fic. No flames plz. I was watching Grave Danger and the fact that he was locked in a box with a gun and a trap recorder SCREAMED Saw. Anyone else see that?

Disclamer: Saw and CSI are not mine. If there were, well there would be lots of steamy shower sences ;P

Day 1

"Huh? Where.the.hell.am.I?", said a man looking around at the black room infront of him.

"I'd tell you if I knew." A woman's voice ran in his ear. "But I don't know, so I can't tell you can I?" her voice was rasp and shakey, like she was scared.

"Why can't I see? It's so black and dark! I'm so cold! Where's greg!", he almost screamed.

"You have a black bandana over your head and I don't know who Greg is!", the woman cried.

He went quite. He felt like a dick now. "Sorry...", he mumbled as he took off the blind-fold. When he took a look around he almost crapped his pants. He was in some kind of freezer with lots of dead animals around him, hanging from hooks. Pigs, cows, dogs and a horses head. The man looked across the freezer-type-thingy to see a woman the same age as he was sitting on the other side of the freezer. She was surounded by about ten dead bodies of animals that had been rotting for a while then frozen (he could tell by the smell). She looked pretty scared, but he bet he looked the same. He could only think of one thing...where the fuck is greg?

"Do you know why we're here? Where is here? What's with the animals? Who's put us here? When was I put in here?", the man asked all that in on breath. He's talking so fast. He's scared, she thought, looking him over.

"Well, you said the five W's, all you need is 'how'." The flat remark ticked him off.

"Hey! I didn't ask for sarcasim! So, piss off!", he yelled and pointed at her.

"I know your scared, but don't take your anger out on me! I'm in the room to, ya know!". She wasn't angry but the man was getting on her nerves for sure.

The man looked over at the left side of the room to see a pad-locked door. Before he knew it, he had walked over and now he was pulling at the lock. But as he expected, he couldn't open it. He checked his pocket but insted of finding a key, he found a pocket-knife. The man put the knife into the hole too try and open it, he failed horribly though.

"Damn...", he whispered. He went to sit back in his place but the woman called him over to come sit with her. He (being the kind man he is) sat with her.

"So, Mr.nameless..." ,she trailed off.

"The name's Nick. Nick Stokes." ,the texan said.

"Melissa Moore. So...who's Greg?". Melissa playfully asked. Nick coughed very loudly, not expecting that. "Boyfriend, right?"

"How'd you know...?" Nick was so red.

"One of the first thing you said was 'Where's Greg?', so I just took a shot in the dark. Guess I was right, eh?"

"Yeah, I gu-",nick was cut off by the sound of a microphone being turned on.

"Hello Nick. Hello melissa. I bet you don't know where you are, so listen up. I'll start with you nick. Your always talking about how much you love greg, how he's your sun and moon. But two weeks ago, an old 'friend' came into town and you went to met her. But, you ended up in bed with her. Not once, not twice but over five times. Don't you love greg? Well, you'll prove it today. In one of these fifty animals there is a key. But, in the other forty-nine, there are bombs. Make the wrong choice and you both are dead. There a knife in your pocket. If you can't make the choice, you can kill yourself. And me a greg here will have some fun time together, right greg?"

Nick heard someone screaming for help, and he knew exactly who is was.

"GREG! YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU SICK FUCK!" Nick screamed.

"And Melissa, sweet little melissa. You've been in alot of movies, haven't you? And yet, you want a normal life. Nothing bad about that,right? WRONG. All that money, why would you leave it behind? You were planing on taking it with you. Well, one or the other. Happiness or money? Life or death? You better choice. Will you let a man you don't even know control your fate? Or will you take charge? Thats your choice. Make it well."

The speaker phone clicked off and left two dumbstruck people. They took there eyes off the speaker and turned to each other. Words rang in their heads. Only seconds later there was a blood cruddling scream of help and pain. It rang through their ear and it made Nick's heart almost stop...

GREG!"

TBC

Damn, a cliffhanger. :P lol. Please R&R. Make me feel better! Please no flames. It's a WIP. And it's 6:10 in the morning. So...