Sorry for the wait peoples. I was away all thanksgiving vacation, but here's another chapter for ya'!
So far... there has been another call made. This time it was to Sara. The team thinks that they have found where Greg is, but Greg is going to be taken "somewhere special to die."
Now, on with the next chapter!
Chapter 3: so close... yet so far...
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"Come on Greg. Get up. I'm taking you for a little ride." Greg was dragged to his feet to go outside, and then put inside a white van. Warren started it up and drove down the road. At that time, two black trucks passed them, heading the way they came. "Looks like your friends were so close to saving you Greg. Too bad. I guess they'll have to find your body elsewhere."
Greg lifted his head up some off the floor of the van and groaned. They were actually looking for him? Nick, Sara, Warrick, and the rest. He had no clue that they would really be searching. And they were so close to him too!
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They arrived at the final warehouse. All six of them stepped out of the cars, and then walked up to the entrance. Brass cleared the place and then the C.S.Is were able to go in. The first thing they saw was a door on the opposite side of them. Warrick walked up to get a closer look. The door was slightly ajar. He opened it all the way and gasped at what he saw.
"Oh my god, Warrick. What is it? Did you find his body?" Sara asked of him, scared of the answer.
"No, but it's just as bad. Come see." With that, the rest of them walked into the room as well. On the floor was a huge pool of blood. Grissom took in the whole scene. He was first to see the video tape marked "Greg" on the floor in the corner. Grissom walked up to it and picked it up from the ground.
"What's that Griss?" Catherine asked him.
"It's a tape of Greg, most likely."
"How do you know that?" Nick walked up behind him to get a better look.
"Well, besides the fact that I'm just smart like that, it's marked "Greg"."
"Oh. Well lets watch it." Brass said.
"How?"
"Back at the lab! Where else?"
"Yeah. I knew that." Nick said.
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At the lab, they went into Archie's office. "Archie? Could you play this for us?" Grissom handed him the tape.
"Yeah sure." Archie popped it in. On the screen, there was a man. He said:
"I am the man that has had Greg for these few days. Now I want to show you how much fun you can have with just a blow torch, knife, and hmm Greg."
Warren walked back into the room they recognized as the one with the blood pool. Warren bent over the still form of Greg and started carving something into his chest. Once he was satisfied, he stepped back and allowed the camera to see that he had engraved his initials, W.G. He then took the knife and started to run it up and down Greg's arms and torso. Once content with his work, he stood up and lit the blow torch. As he held the flame to Greg's skin, even though he was unconscious, he flinched in pain. Warren was searing him with the flame that Grissom guessed to be at around 400 degrees.
Catherine had to look away from the screen. As the pain that Warren was giving Greg ended, he took the camera up and pointed towards him. He spoke into it, "Try to find him if you can, but by the time you're done watching this, Greggy will be somewhere wishing he was dead or already dead.."
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Warren dragged Greg into an old house. He then tied him to a pipe on the ceiling in the basement. He then gagged Greg. Warren took a syringe from his pocket and took out two different containers. He stuck the syringe in one and put the other on the ground five feet from Greg. He then stuck Greg with the needle.
As this was happening Greg was slowly coming to. He wished that he hadn't when he felt the needle slide into his skin and then something go into his system. He felt a serious pain go through his entire body. "Now," Warren said. "I have just poisoned you. As we speak the cerium is going through your entire body. You have about 6 hours left. If that isn't enough time for your friends to find you, then you die, and the hard part will be that the antidote is right next to you. It's just five feet from your grasp. Once they find you, and if you're dead, they will probably feel much pain knowing they were so close yet so far. Seeing as though if Warrick and Catherine... is it? Didn't let you wander off on your own looking for the head you would still be together with your friends and be happy, but they failed you and now you are at my mercy, which, has already run out. If only you hadn't got so boring, then you would still live... sigh."
This is mental, Greg thought.
"Well then, I bid you goodbye lil' Greggy." With his last words, Warren left.
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"Sir?" A young techy came into the lab.
"Yes what is it?" Grissom asked.
"We have been informed by detective Jim Brass that a guy fitting the description of the one who took Greg was found in an alleyway trying to shoot himself. He is now at the station, and Mr. Brass requests that you go down to question him."
"Yes, of course. Thank you." Grissom said to him.
The techy left and the rest of them just stood there. Then Nick said, "Well lets get going then."
When they arrived at the station, the man was sitting, restrained, in a chair. They walked into the questioning room. The man looked up at them.
"So. First things first. What is your name?" Catherine demanded.
The man looked up at them with an evil smile on his face. "My name is Warren Green. What's your's?"
"It doesn't matter. Tell us where Greg is."
"Let me see... where is poor lil' Greggy. I don't remember. I think I lost him."
"This isn't funny!" Sara yelled. "Do you think we're joking? We want to know where he is and we want to know now!"
"Well you aren't too nice. You must be Sara. Yes. I talked with you on the phone. At the time Greg wasn't feeling like himself. Well there is only about 3 ½ hours left anyways."
"3 ½ hours left of what?" Warrick asked.
"Until he dies." Warren said this so cooly.
"What do you mean, "Until he dies"?
"Well when I left him, I had injected him with my own brand of poison. 6 whole hours of pain to endure. You wanna know the worst part about the poison?"
"Yes, we do." Grissom stated.
"The antidote is five feet away from him, and through all the suffering poor little Greggy will know it's there. Just out of his reach. I kind of feel bad for him." Warren laughed harshly.
"WHERE IS HE!" Nick screamed.
"Now, now. No screaming. It's not my fault this happened. It's whoever Warrick and Catherine are. They are the ones that let him go off alone. Not me. So go and yell at them."
Catherine stood there, shocked at what she had just heard. Was it really all Warrick's and her's fault. She then felt a hand on her shoulder. "Catherine, it's not your fault, so don't listen to him." Grissom told her. She shook her head.
"Now please, Mr. Green, tell us where you are keeping our friend." Grissom stated just as cooly as Warren was acting.
"Now was that so hard? To be nice and not yell at me? Well, thank you so much ... Mr. Grissom? BUT I don't really think I want to tell you where he is."
"You're gonna tell us any ways. It doesn't matter if you want to or not."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. It is."
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Greg hung there from the pipe squeezing his eyes tightly shut. He couldn't stand the pain. He wanted to loose consciousness, but his body was being cruel and not letting him slip into darkness. He opened his eyes and saw the antidote just feet away from him. Greg tried to groan but nothing would come out, and it didn't help that he was being gagged. He pulled at his bindings weekly, but nothing was working. If he could have broken free, he was just too weak to do so now. So, he just hung there for what seemed like forever, wishing his life would just end so this pain that he was feeling would leave him forever. Silent tears fell from his eyes as he stayed by himself in the basement on that pipe. Hoping for death, yet hoping for his friends to find him first.
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Hope you liked it. More to come. Maybe like one or two more chapters, depending on how creative I can get! Please review!
