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Chapter 7

Everyone was gathered at the break room to talk about the current situation.

"What did you find from Greg's house?" Grissom asked from the team. They were waiting for Ecklie to come running into them saying they can't work on the case but so far he hasn't. So Grissom thought getting to know every bit of information before they officially get called off the case would be able to help them to get a clearer idea about the situation.

"We found loads of prints which will definitely turn out to be Greg's." Sara said bitterly. "And we didn't find the knife, dragger what ever thing he stabbed Brass with" Warrick said. "There was a blood trail in the fire exit up to the car park. He had taken his car. We at least know that."

"What do you expect? He's a CSI for crying' out loud. He wouldn't leave the murder weapon lying around that get him caught." Catherine said.

"Where could he go? This only made him guiltier." Nick asked. Nick didn't get his answer because Sara harsh them saying "Ecklie"

Ecklie rushed into the break room Grissom looked at him tiredly. This is it. They are going to get called off. "Grissom any idea who kidnapped Sanders?" Grissom blinked at Ecklie. Kidnapped??? "What did you just say?" Nick asked in a shocked voice. "I asked have you got any lead. Brass is attacked one of the CSIs kidnapped and the director is breathing on my neck I need to answer his questions." "The kidnappers haven't left any evidence behind. We currently have no lead" Grissom said quietly gaining stares from his team. "I thought about giving this to the swing shift. You all are emotionally involved." Ecklie said eyeing the team. "Either it is personally or emotionally." Warrick muttered under his breath. " No Conrad I want my team to do this." Grissom said sternly. Ecklie shrugged. "You better find them quickly Grissom" Ecklie said as he walked outside.

"Griss what the hell was that?" Catherine asked still shocked at Ecklie's words. "Well it looks like Jim had lied giving the statement." Grissom said. "Whoa that's so weird "Sara exclaimed.

"Yeah" both Warrick and Nick agreed at the same time. "I believe he'll have a good reason for that" Grissom said wondering why Jim did lie on giving the statement. That would be the first question that he's gonna ask Brass when he sees him next time. "Back to our case."

"Yeah where the hell is Greg" Nick asked impatiently "Yeah the million dollar question" Warrick said. "Some where he would feel safe." Sara supplied. "Then again where? We know his parents aren't here at Las Vegas." Catharine said.

"Well I hate to say this but we have to let go of this matter for now. We don't have any evidence to support us to find where he is." Grissom said grimly.

"But we just can't abandon Greg." Nick exclaimed.

"NO…we are not abandoning him. But I have a feeling that all this have some sort of connection to Mark Riley's case. Remember the threat and don't forget Greg got attacked at there too. If we could find the murderer; we might get some answers. " But the team still looked at him disagreeing. " Fill me in"

Few minutes later the team was back with their reports on the Riley's case.

"Our vic Mark Riley male age 36. Direct hit to the heart, bullet is from a 22-caliber pistol. No sign of attack or defense" Grissom started.

"Mark Riley has testified against Joshua Flemings in the courts. Well we found out two names that that Riley called during the last few months and they had also testified against Joshua." Sara gave her report to Grissom. "Jonathan Connery and Abraham Stewart. Their addresses are there and we have the address of the other people who testified too."

"This is the address of Joshua's cult society. The one he had before he went to the mental institute. We were going to check it and have statements from the other people as the first thing in the morning." Catherine said.

"This is Sir. Flemings address. He's the one who had the most conversations with our vic. Most of the prints were belong to the vic 4 of them belong to Joshua and several came unknown. No prints on the dragger or that piece of paper. These are the reports came from the DNA on both the crime scene and the shed. The blood and the hair tucked inside the doll were Joshua's. The blood on the crime scene was Vic's. And the blood on the shed was Greg's and there were some hair on the shed that happen to be Greg's…-" Warrick was cut off by Grissom's impatient voice. "How come you didn't say this to me?" "Well the report came after we had that mind controlling talk. I was going to tell you but we were listening to Nick's story and then Brass got attacked, I didn't have the time to tell it." Warrick tried to reason himself. "Ok…What else?" "We found couple of tire marks outside. I matched them with our vehicles and found out a different tire marks that didn't match. They belong to a truck. I got several photos of it." Warrick gave the photos of the tire marks.

"Catherine and Sara check on the address takeDet. Vartaan with you, me and Warrick gonna check on Flemings. You are going home and getting some sleep." Grissom turned to Nick. "But...-" "You are no good to any of us half dead." Grissom said. "Everyone be careful I don't want any more of us go missing or end up in hospitals."

Grissom first went to Desert Palms to meet Brass. He had to sort why he had lied in his statement. There was a police officer outside Brass's room. "Hey" Brass greeted Grissom and Warrick who entered the door. One look at Grissom, Brass knew why he was there. "Hey" Warrick greeted happily seeing Brass who was in a sitting position. "So Gil you came to ask me why." "Yeah why?" "I may not know Sanders as much as you all do…but I know enough of him to see a difference." "What do you mean?" "Whoever attacks me wasn't Greg Sanders" "You mean" "He was either brainwash or…" "Controlled" "Huh say it aloud around the lab and you'll have a pissed Sara" Warrick muttered. "But Greg attacked you" Grissom tried to reason the practical side. "Well check this out" Brass pointed the bunch of flowers placed on the table. "From whom?" Grissom asked amused. "Take the liberty to of finding out." Brass said in an equally amused voice. Grissom opened the card that was along with the flowers. "Openly confessed huh. At least we know that sick bustard is living now." Brass said sarcastically as Grissom handed the card to Warrick looking grim. Warrick sighed after reading the card.

'CSIs don't think it's end now. Only begins…I'm watching you now…Try to take your last breaths freely Joshua Flemings.'

"How does he know you are here?" "Answer for that is he got spies all around us." Brass smirked. "Being at mental hospital hasn't lost him his cult side kicks"

Grissom suddenly gasped. "Mind controlling ceremony." Warrick frowned at Grissom. "To create the poppet you need blood and…" "Some hair of the person" "Exactly…and we found the Greg's hair inside the shed." "You think Greg was controlled?" "Yeah but it can't be explained scientifically." "Bull shit Gil there are more things that can't be explained in science in the world." Brass snapped. Warrick stared at Brass. "Considering Flemings that is some thing that could happen."

"But why Greg?" Warrick asked skeptically. "This is crazy Jim how are we ever gonna prove this…" Grissom said ignoring Warrick question. "But why Greg?" Warrick asked again. "Find Flemings. That'd be the only way you can get your answers." Brass answered.

"Oh boy" Warrick muttered. "It's too crazy to be true" Grissom said shaking his head.

"So you just gonna stick to the fact that the kid attacked me." "We are gonna meet Sir Flemings there we might get a clearer idea. Every thing is too impossible to think straight right now." Grissom said finally. "Take care Jim. We'll find Greg and Joshua" "You too. I don't wanna see you inside here too."

"Who are you?" a desperate small voice asked. It was a cold, dark basement. He didn't know how he came there. But he did come. He remembered stabbing Brass. He tried hard really hard not to but he couldn't stop himself from doing it. He lost control of himself he totally lost it. He could only do is watch himself stab Brass. He was desperate and felt helpless. What's wrong with him? How did this happen? Why couldn't he stop himself? How come he knew the way to here without being here? What was that voice buzzing inside him ordering him to kill Brass every passing second…? This better be a dream, nightmare or he's in a big trouble. "Who are you?" He asked again facing the men. His hands were bound which was the first thing they did when he came inside the house. He let them do it willingly. Only when the men dragged him into the basement he regained the control of his own mind and body.

"Who am I doesn't matter Gregory. What you do for me matters" a cold voice said giving Greg chills. It was the same cold voice that was buzzing inside his head. It was a tall man aged around 40s with dark brown hair and unbelievably cold blue eyes. Greg closed his eyes. His head was throbbing making him feel dizzy.

"What do you want from me?" "Now that's good…I want that desperate little graveyard shift of Grissom killed including all of them. And you will do it for me."

"NEVER" "You don't know who you are messing up with little Gregory. When you know…you won't mess up with me." "You don't know who you are messing up with too." Greg spat angrily. "I'll NEVER kill them….NEVER"

"Don't argue with me boy. You'll regret"

"Ha" The man glared at him angrily. "I can cause your sever physical pain boy…I can torture you to the death. I don't need any weapon to do that. " With this Greg's head started to ache more severely. He gritted his teeth trying to handle the pain. "You will do what I say." "NEVER" Greg screamed. "Yes you will." "You …can't control…me' He said tiredly. " Can't I? You stabbed Captain Jim Brass. Still you deny that I can't control you. I can control you… I'm more powerful than you ever know. " "Why… are you doing …this…?" "Grissom sent me to a mental hospital. Five years of my precious life were ruined." "You are sick" Greg earned a slap for it. He fell on his knees. His cheek started burning. Suddenly a cold hand touched his forehead. Greg flinched. "Oh…Good. You are sick. That makes it lot better. You won't have much strength to fight back. You'll fall for my control easily. " "you are sick" another slap met him. The man grabbed his hair and pulled his face up. Their eyes met. "Never say that again" "I'll never do it." "Oh yes you will…Do you know why you are killing them? They are murdered by their little friend. The friend they work everyday and trust dearly. There's no pain other than getting killed by your own friend…and when you kill all of them you will beg me to kill you…" "I'm NOT a murderer." "It is your dark side I control…I play with it. It is always you. I only give commands and control you but the end it's always you. You are the one who killed them. Not me. " Man's voice echoed in Greg's mind. " NO!!" Greg screamed pushing him on to the man trying to knock him down. But he ended up with more pain in his head and body…too much pain he couldn't bear it up…too much… Room started to spin crazily. 'Too much pain…to bear up.' "We need fresh blood for the ceremony. We'll need to do it again to make the control stronger." Greg felt his binds getting loose. He tried to hit them but he was too tired…Something fiercely dug into his hand causing more severe pain. Greg moaned painfully. He curled into a fatal ball clutching his throbbing arm to his chest. "You may fight back for control now. Eventually I will break you." Joshua Flemings whispered into Greg's ears before he fell into unconsciousness.

Yikes… I guess I was a bit nasty. Please R & R