A/N: Thanks to witchbsword who spotted a few of my mistakes. At the last minute I decided that Warrick should go with Grissom and Greg, instead of Catherine and Sara. Also thanks for catching my error of spelling Gil, how could I have missed that? I would also like to thank Jackie, who has been reviewing right from that start and I LOVE you so much for doing that. I enjoy reading your reviews so much and I hope this story continues to please you. Anyway, hope you like this chapter, and stay tuned! R&R.

Chapter 7

"Listen up everyone. Nick's been kidnapped." Greg shuddered as the words were said again. He was sure that the others burst into protests, but as Grissom continued without pause, Greg assumed that he didn't hear or care. "Greg got a phone call from a woman telling him that Nick was taken. That's why we're bringing him Warrick." Grissom said evenly. "As soon as you arrived, we had just finished with Archie in the Sound Tech lab and we got some information." Grissom stopped talking on the phone to the others as he took the highway ramp on. As soon as they were on the highway heading south Grissom began again. "The call came from an out of the way gas station, which is where Greg, Warrick and I are heading now. We'll phone you with more details when we get them. Good luck everyone." Added Grissom as he hung up the phone and continued to drive.

"So Nick's been taken has he?" asked Warrick staring out at the highway as cars flew passed. Greg nodded, but no one spoke as they heard Grissom dialling into his cell phone again.

"Brass? This is Gil, I need you down here as soon as possible. We might have some witnesses to question. Take South highway 7 for 19 miles, take a left and follow the road until you see a gas station we'll be there." Grissom paused as Brass said something into the phone. "It's bad Brass. It's Nick." Grissom paused again and then hung up the phone and re-adjusted the rear view mirror, checking up on Greg and Warrick in the back. "We'll get Nick back guys."

"Of course we will." Said Greg rather forcefully, feigning confidence and assurance. "Think of the scrapes we've got him out of before. And what's the deal with everyone liking Nick? I mean I'm just as nice to kidnap, I even make the occasional joke." Continued Greg, trying to ease the tension, which did the complete opposite.

"Greg, don't ever say that again. It's not funny, I don't wish anyone to be kidnapped, it's a terrible experience, and I'm sorry that Nick's had to endure so much." Said Grissom evenly with a very stern and angry edge to his voice. Greg was taken aback and fell silent.

"Plus, I'm worried that this time we won't be so lucky." Muttered Warick, "if you think about it, he's been awfully lucky, will it be able to hold out?" Greg glanced ahrply with concern at Warrick as he heard this statement. That had never occurred to him.

"Warrick, think about the positive. That's all we can do, if you think about the negative or about things that we have no control over then this case is lost." Greg rolled his eyes, calm, collected Grissom, always with a text book answer. Greg met Warrick's eyes, they both shared the same fear; what if they didn't find Nick. They didn't have enough information about the kidnapper, they had no idea why she wanted Nick, or the other CSIs, or what she would do with them. Greg broke their gaze and looked out the window again, thinking about anything other then Nick.

It didn't seem long before the car slowed and they pulled up towards a dingy looking gas station that looked as though it had seen better days. Greg surveyed it as h stepped out of the car followed by Grissom. There were only two pumps, which were in the old style, not electronic like nowadays. He strained his eyes to see into the actual station and saw a lonely looking cooler, a vending machine, with the glass punched though and a horribly smelly and dirty outhouse. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, until Warrick nudged him in the back.

"Come on Greg, grab your kit. We've got a crime scene to process." Greg nodded and headed towards the back of the truck to collect his things. Warrick had taught him a thing or two about keeping his kit clean and ready always to use. He grabbed the handles and shuffled off behind Grissom and Warrick who began walking towards the station doors.