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Chapter 7: The Tape
It was 10 o'clock and they hadn't received any tape. "Maybe hey heard about Harper's death and decided to lay off just this once," suggested Nick.
But they soon got the answer when a delivery boy came through the door. "Mrs. Willows, this package came in for you," he said as he held up a package with gloved hands.
"It was in your mail-box and I figured it was evidence because it had Greg and Lindsay's name on it."
"Thank you. You can set it down on the table," says Grissom. After setting down the package and running off, Grissom said, "Remind me to talk to Ecklie about giving him a raise."
Everybody grabbed a pair of gloves and began to examine the package. As they opened the package, a tape fell out. "Warrick, take this to the print lab and check for any prints. Take Sara with you," ordered Grissom.
After the two left, Grissom, Catherine and Nick headed over to Archie. "Hey guys, got another tape about Greg and Lindsay?" asked Archie.
"Yeah, can you play it for us?" asked Nick.
"Sure thing." Archie took the tape with gloved hands and placed it in the system. The strange man from before came on the screen. "Hello Catherine. Unfortunately, you didn't meet our demands, so your son, Greggy, is going to pay for it."
"My son?" said Catherine. She looked over at Grissom and Nick who had the same confused look on their faces. Catherine turned back to the screen and saw it pan out to reveal the other man holding a struggling, cuffed Greg. "Talker," ask they called the man who talked on the screen, came back into the shot with a hammer. Archie didn't want to know what happened next, so he ran out of the room. As Archie left, Talker walked over to Greg and lifted the hammer, sending it down onto Greg's left shoulder. Greg let out a cry in pain. Catherine and Nick looked away in horror as Grissom stood perplexed by the situation. The two men smiled as Greg whimpered on the floor. Talker then put the hammer aside and began to beat the living shit out of Greg with his fists. As each hit made contact, Greg made a small cry. After a gruesome ten minutes, Talker turned to the camera. "Hopefully this taught you not to take us too lightly and showed you what we are capable of. Can't wait to talk to you again, Catherine. Good bye."
The screen went dark and all the horrors just laid before their eyes began to replay in their heads. "Hey guys, we just got finished examining the bag. These guys are good. There are no fingerprints or DNA samples on the envelope," says Warrick.
Nobody answered him. "What's wrong?" asked Sara.
"Oh, everything's fine, Sara. We just saw Greg get beaten to a pulp, but it's cool!" yelled Nick.
"Hey Nick, calm down! I know you're angry, but don't take it out on them," yelled Grissom.
"Sorry, it's just….Greg and Lindsay don't deserve this. Greg should be here at the lab with a cup of coffee, blaring Marilyn Manson and playing games with Lindsay until Catherine was done with her shift. It's not fair Grissom!" yelled Nick.
"Life is unfair. It can be cut short within a matter of minutes," explained Grissom.
Everyone stood there with guilt spread across their faces. No one made a sound, nor moved an inch. That is, until Catherine began to walk out of the room. "Cath, where are you going?" asked Warrick.
"To get my daughter and son back," she said as she made her way to her car.
Lindsay was huddled against the wall, waiting for Greg to come back. Suddenly, the door opened and Greg came hurtling in, followed by Terrance. As Greg hit the floor, Terrance took out a set of keys and uncuffed Greg. "Since you're beat up pretty badly, I guess you won't be needing these. That is…unless you get too rowdy pretty boy. See you soon," he said as he patted Greg on the face.
Frightened, Lindsay crawled over to the sprawled out Greg on the floor. "Are you okay Greg?"
"Yeah kiddo, I'm fine," Greg replied weakly. Truth was, his left shoulder was more than likely dislocated and he was sure there were a couple fractured ribs. But he couldn't tell this to someone as young as Lindsay. But if he got beaten so Lindsay would stay untouched, then all the pain seemed worth while. Slowly, he got up and moved towards the wall accompanied by Lindsay. Being stuck in this place made him feel useless. He had no gun, no cellphone and no way to protect himself. The one thing he did have was his skill to think up plans and execute them well. And as he reached his destination, a plan formulated in his mind. "Hey Lindsay, I just thought of a way to get you out of here. But you have to do exactly as I say. You up for it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good, now here's the plan…"
TBC…
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