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Chapter 2Greg's eyes widened in shock as he was surprised and he dropped the package. He bent quickly to retrieve it, worried that he might have damaged it in some way. He opened the rest of the seal as it continued to shake and ring. He stuffed his hand inside and brought out a ringing cell phone. He let the opened package drop to the floor and he clicked the talk and pressed it up against his ear.
"Hello?" he said in a shaky voice, even though he was trying to hide it.
"Good evening Mr. Sanders. It's a pleasure to finally talk to you." A silky woman's voice replied. Greg Sanders scratched his head.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" The voice on the other line chuckled as if Greg had made a joke.
"No you don't. But you shall soon." Greg paused. Who was this phoning at 7:00pm at night when people were supposed to be having hot baths, Greg thought angrily.
"Listen, this is kind of a bad time to be calling. Can we talk later? How about you give me your number and I'll call you. It'll be a date." More peals of laughter met Greg's statement and he began to fume. What is so damn funny? He thought furiously.
"No I don't think so Mr. Sanders. Or may I call you Greg?" Okay this is getting a bit weird. How does she know me? Maybe a past ex? Greg thought. The woman's voice continued, "No, what I have to say to you cannot wait." Greg rolled his eyes in annoyance, he was missing that bath appointment. He sunk onto the cold floor of the CSI crime lab and leaned his head back against the glass of his office. This is going to be a longer night then I anticipated, thought Greg miserably. "Do I have your attention?" the voice asked.
"Do I have a choice?." Answered Greg, fully intending this to be a short conversation. The woman laughed again.
"I see he was right about you."
"Who?"
"Nick Stokes." Greg sat up a bit, straightening his posture, and clearly more interested. That's how she knows me, though Nick, Greg grinned to himself.
"What was he right about?"
"That you have quite a mouth and a sense of humour on you."
"Yeah, that sounds like something Nicky would say.
"I should certainly hope so."
"Why do you say that?" asked Greg.
"I asked him myself." Greg cocked his head to one side.
"And why do you want to know about me?" Greg shifted on the floor, trying to get comfortable.
"There are many reasons Greg."
"I see. Give me the best one." The woman laughed again.
"To the point I see. Nick Stokes was right again." Greg was silent, waiting for the woman to continue. He however did not expect her answer. "The main reason is. I want to know the man who will kill his friends." Greg's blood ran cold and he gripped the phone tighter.
"What did you say?" Greg demanded. The woman sighed, as if bored.
"You heard perfectly what I said. I feel no need to repeat myself." Greg's hand shook and he began to sweat. It's a crank call, hang up. He told himself, but something inside him, he didn't know weather it was the scientist in him who wanted to know more, or if it was his gut telling him it wasn't a crank call, but something made him stay on the line.
"Look." He said, the shakiness of his voice betraying his fear, "I don't know what you're up to, but I don't believe you."
"Then why are you still talking to me?" the voice questioned him. Greg's anger flared in him and he closed his eyes. Just put the phone down. Talk to Archie and Grissom in the morning, they'll know what to do. He told himself trying to calm his nerves. He scolded himself for being so stupid, she could be lying and just trying to work him up. Yes, obviously an ex, I know they'd mess with my mind. Greg gave himself a mental shake.
"Alright. Will you tell me why you're calling?" Greg said almost kindly.
"Greg." The woman said simply, "I know you're not a mathematician, but you enjoy working with numbers don't you?" Greg said nothing. "Ah well, no matter, Nick told me you do." The woman said without caring that Greg did not answer. "Let's do a math question."
"Not until you tell me why you're calling." Greg repeated. The woman sighed and spoke to him with a tone as a teacher would who was teaching an ignorant student.
"I'm trying to warn you Greg."
"Of what?" he spat angrily.
"If you'll do my question, you'll understand."
"I don't like games." The woman laughed. God that's annoying. The woman seemed to disregard what he had said because she continued.
"If one CSI member disappears every two hours, how long will it be before they're all gone?" Her tone seemed to have lost its playfulness and had hardened. Greg jumped to his feet and screamed into the phone.
"What!"
"Be lucky it's not every one hour. You're lucky to be a level one."
"Jesus Christ you're serious!" He yelled so loud that some of the staff from the lobby was beginning to look his way. "You expect to take all the CSI's from a heavily guarded place?"
"I already have." Shae said calmly and smoothly. Greg swore loudly and started to run towards the front desk. That god dam woman has kidnapped a CSI.
"Who?" he demanded, well aware what her answer would be.
"Nick Stokes."
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