Hi there! It's been a while but I've been working on this a lot... This is so difficult to write and I'm not even happy now, but it's fine. Here you go, WARNING: Greg abuse which I think is M, but my fanfiction is being weird so I can't change T into M. Read and Review!

'No… I don't… too much…''

'Shut up!' Another yaw, another crack. Another scream of pain. He hissed with his eyes closed, having his mind giving him a flashback. He was still staring at the window of his car, his whole body in shock. And then there was that crash behind him. In a fearful move he turned around and stared at the broken glass. What had just happened? Then the window next to him broke and strong hands grabbed his clothes. He struggled and screamed, trying to stay into the car, but he wasn't strong enough. He was thrown onto the ground, pulled up and smashed against the wall. He kept on screaming and yelling while a group of teenagers kicked him, hit him and screamed the worst things at him. It was painful to notice that he just couldn't defence himself anymore. He was too weak, too tired. Too much hurt. The pain in his back was unbearable, the blood was everywhere, he just cried in even more pain when the whip met his back again. He couldn't wipe away his tears: his hands were tied up together. He sat on his knees while his mind was nothing more than a blur of pain. Another time. His roar scream sounded loud in the hot air. He heard a yell from inside, a soft thud from the whip falling down and the owner quickly went inside. Greg moaned when he fell onto the sand, trying to catch breath. His skin burnt, his back bled, everything was dirty and the sand was way too hot, but he couldn't get up anymore, just like that one time. He vaguely heard what was happening inside.

'Shut your mouth, granny,' a slam.

'Don't hurt that boy so much! You're killing him!'

'Maybe that's exactly what I want!'

His salty tears mingled with the grains of sand and he felt the sweat from his neck meeting the blood on his back, which made him squeal, but what could he do? He couldn't even move. He felt how two hands suddenly grabbed his arm and roughly, his hands were untied.

'Get up!' He couldn't obey, he wanted to, but there was no way he could. 'I said get up!'

'Try… to…' He tried to get away when he noticed what was going to happen, but his body just didn't listen to his brain. The whip was right in front of him, there was a yaw, a whooshing sound, a bang and then the pain. He had never felt more pain and had never screamed so much in his entire life. He could feel the weal on his face as the blood started dripping in his mouth. Greg couldn't stop screaming while he fell to the ground and grabbed his face with his hands. He choked in his own blood, tried to breath but choked again and the man grabbed him, pushed him to the barn and threw him inside.

He was still screaming and heavily breathing when he noticed Russell helping him up.

'You should rest, just lay down on your stomach and try to calm down, Greg.' he heard the fear in his supervisor's voice.

'M-m…-my… my f-f-a.. face…' he cried and he lay down on the floor. His whole body was shaking and shocked with every sob.

'It's gonna be okay, buddy, sleep, Greg, just close your eyes.' Greg closed his burning eyes and tried to calm down. He felt DB's hand on his hair while he stroked the young man's warm, bloody hair.

'I'm so sorry, Greg. So sorry…' The man whispered. He had tried to help Greg, but he hadn't been able to and he felt guilty for the pain of this young man. 'You'll be fine, it's going to be fine, just breath… that's all you can do.' And with that, Greg slowly slurred down into a dreamless, drowsy state of being; he didn't really sleep, but he wasn't awake either. His wishes were to be home, with Morgan, get rid of the pain, feel better. But he didn't know if he would ever be.

X

'I got you a glass of water.' Hodges stood in front of her, very quiet. His sad eyes were travelling along her face, as she looked up and gave him a sad smile.

'Thanks, that's sweet.' He handed her the glass and she softly sipped. 'Thanks.' She repeated. He sat down next to her.

'I know I'm not the person you want to sit next to you,' he mumbled quietly, 'but I'll take care of you. You can talk to me, I'll listen, and I will try to talk back as good as I can.' He stared at his hands and sighed.

'Hodges, don't say that. Thanks for being here with me and help me. You're the best friend.' She put her hand on his leg. 'I might be harsh or angry, but… I'm just so afraid.' She sniffed. 'For two days I've been afraid, and it won't leave. The fear doesn't just go away, it is everywhere. Everybody is afraid and there is nobody who can tell us it's gonna be okay.'

'A person's fears are lighter when the danger is at hand,' Hodges said, 'we're so afraid because there's nothing we can do. Well, we're trying to do 'everything we can', but there is nothing, though everybody is working.' He looked at Morgan. 'We're even tracing the tire tracks around the building, which are like ten different ones. There's no way we can find something special there anymore, but we're still searching.'

'You call it hope right?' Morgan whispered softly. She liked that idea. 'I would call it despair, but your opinion is better. Optimistic,' she sighed, 'trying to find optimism in the smallest things, but it's hard.' Hodges looked at her and sighed as well.

'I'm sorry for all what is happening around here. I really am. I may be kind of an ass to Greg, but he's a very good friend I don't wanna lose.' Morgan and Hodges grew quiet, both lost in their thoughts and fears.

X

'Russ… I- I gotta plan.'

'Are you serious, G?' The elder man sat closer to Greg. He was lying on his stomach. He had one eye closed, he couldn't open it. The other eye was watching Russell, who looked at him with a rather curious glance.

'It… came to me when… when he was- was hitting me.' Greg had just returned again from being grabbed out of the barn and being hit by the whip. He couldn't get the words of the man out of his head. He didn't understand them either. Why was he screaming things like that?

'Tell me that you hated him! Tell me you disliked him!' Who was that 'him'? Over and over he asked, but he was punished every time he did and when he tried to say he disliked him, whoever it was, it wasn't enough. He didn't talk about it with Russell, because he knew he didn't know it either. The tired looking DB swallowed and looked at Greg.

'I'm listening, everything can be worth it.'

'Okay… just… just d-don't, don't… i-int-ter-rupt,' Greg mumbled but he tried to make it audible. While he was talking, he was sometimes hissing through his teeth when another shot of pain came from his back or face. He stuttered and was short of breath. 'He leaves the- door open when he… when he drags me out. You should- should g-get out and… and hide in his… car… It's a jeep with a-an open back, there is a lo-lot in it,… you can lie down under a tarp and st-stay there… He goes away with his car… a lot, for… g-groceries or… s'mthing..' Greg grew quiet for a moment to take some breath, 'when he gets-gets out of… his car, you can get out and… and get help.' Russell watched Greg. He didn't say anything, he was just staring at the boy.

'How can you think in such a situation?' he whispered. Greg tried to smile, it only hurt and he choked.

'I'm…. I'm just a good thinker. Not that strong, but… but my brain is.' DB suddenly noticed that he didn't even know a lot from the boy. There was not much he knew about him, his past, his family, how he felt about this work, about the things that happened to him… he barely talked about himself.

'You're a smart kid, Greg.' He looked at the boys back carefully. 'Does it still hurt much?'

'Could… could've been worse…' Greg sighed, 'the drugs he's giving me, they're helping. I stay strong cos of them.'

'We're doing it.'

'What…?'

'Your plan. But do you think you'll manage to be alone here… and with him… I'm trying to be fast, but I don't know where we are. Could be miles away from Vegas.'

'I'll manage.'