AHA! I FOUND MY READERS! Or maybe you found me? Ah, no matter. The important thing is that we are all here for the same reason-to watch various CSI characters (namely Nick and Greg) suffer. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts 8)

I've decided that I'm going to update once a week. This'll give me more time to write chapters. As I say this, I'm terribly sorry to my faithful readers (well, Queen S of Randomness 016 anyway) that I didn't update on Tuesday, which is what I meant to do, or Thursday, or earlier today, even. O INSOLENT BEINGS I CALL LAZINESS AND PROCRASTINATION! THE FLAMES OF HELL WOULD NOT STAND UP TO THE ETERNAL HEAT OF MY RANCOR FOR YOU BOTH!

Disclaimer: don't own it, and not aspiring to.

If there was ever any one thing that pissed Jared off almost as much as his brother did, it was prison. There was no force strong enough on earth that would make him live in that hole of a cell again. He was happy to be out of there and back to where he could view his brother in a not-so-peaceful mood.

Jared had various journals dedicated to the things he could do to Nick. One whole notebook was allotted to ways to kill him. Built up over ten years, it was impossible to be able to do them all before Nick's body gave out. On top of that, you could only kill someone once, unless you revived them, but that procedure was reserved for those who were worth saving and in Jared's books, Nicholas Stokes was not on that list.

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The victim was interviewed and then he left, leaving Greg and Nick to stay a little longer, collecting evidence and taking pictures. There was only one policeman now; the other had to leave for another 415. As the always say, Vegas never sleeps.

Nick was just packing up the last piece of evidence when he heard a thump. Looking around, he spotted Greg with his back to him and looking down at something, so he was okay. When he didn't see the officer, though, the Texan began to worry.

Nick was slowly taking out his gun when he felt the arm grab his neck and a pistol to his head. The CSI dropped the gun and cried out, but the choke hold silenced him half way through. Greg still heard him, luckily, and whirled around with surprise covering his face.

That's when the perpetrator spoke. "Make a sound and he dies."

Nick recognized the voice immediately. No, no, no! It's not Jared. He's in prison. There is no way that's him. You're hallucinating, that's all. That's what Nick told himself, but he didn't believe it.

"Now," The culprit growled. "Come stand in front of me and we'll all go to my truck. Don't say anything or I'll shoot him in the head."

Greg obeyed fearfully. Looking down with his hands splayed out awkwardly by his legs, he swiftly walked in front of Jared while Nick was dragged along.

"What vehicle are you in," The near silent question from Greg was answered by a point to a black truck. Not flashy and definitely not new.

At the truck, Greg turned around to an elbow in the face which in turn knocked him out. Nick was still being lugged around by his neck and a gun to his head.

Suddenly he was turned around to see the vengeful smile planted on Jared's face. When Nick looked back on this, he thought he would have loved to see the expression on his face if the circumstances were different. "Hello, little brother. Long time, no see."

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The ride was a long one, especially bound on the floor of the truck. It gave Nick time to think, though. Not that he really wanted to. I thought Jared was in prison. What did the judge say again? Wasn't it eight years? Has it really been eight years? I guess it has. Why didn't he just kill me? He probably wants an up-close-and-personal kill, and you can't do that with witnesses .Or torture? What about Greg? Why take him? Maybe for leverage…

Nick was definitely worried, to say the least. Greg was going to get hurt because he had to be used as "leverage", and there was not one thing he could do about it. Not a thing at all. Chances are, there wasn't going to be salvation this time. No, their corpses were going to be found years later buried deep in the desert, if at all.

A silent tear rolled down his cheek and Nick quickly wiped it off his face. It wouldn't do for Jared to see it; something like that might bring an unwanted response. Violence was the man's forte and he'd find any excuse to punch someone. Did I really make him that angry?

All of a sudden they turned and the road became a little bumpier than before. After about an hour more of thought, fear, and dread, they stopped and Jared got out of the car.

It's a shortie, I know. Just be glad for pre-planning, or else I wouldn't be able to get this chapter out when I did. *sigh* Inspiration is sluggish. Happy day of Friday 8)