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Spoilers: Same as before

A/N: Really sorry about the cliff hanger, but it was the most logical place to stop. If I were avoiding cliffhangers, I've had to write five or six more pages and I just don't have that kind of time. Thank you to all my reviewers. You guys are great!

Sara looked around the lab, wondering where her partner went. Greg wasn't in the garage, any of the labs, or even the break room. She was getting a little worried. Though Sanders had been acting a little weirder than usual, he wouldn't just take off without telling her.

Sara was going down a hallway, mentally cursing Greg for disappearing on her, when she literally bumped into Horatio. "Oh, sorry."

"You seen a bit distracted." the tall red haired man observed.

Sara sighed. "My partner seems to have vanished, which isn't like him. He may forget to call Grissom, but not me."

"Last I saw he was in the garage." Horatio said. "He may just be outside."

"That could be it. Greg wouldn't go too far without calling." Sara thanked him and walked off; hoping Greg was just out getting some air.

Lt. Caine strolled down the hallway, idly wondering why Sanders seemed to have disappeared when his phone rang. He answered it. "Lt. Caine."

"Do not attempt to track this call. We have somebody you want and you have something we need." The voice on the other end sounded garbled, with some weird electronic sound to it.

"Who is this?"

"Some old friends of yours. Your people found a laptop belonging to us. Return it, and we'll think about letting your pathetic little friend live."

Horatio shook his head. That explained where Sanders had gone. "Where is he?!" He was pissed. The Mela Noches were screwing with him again, and this time they had taken someone who probably hadn't even understood what he was getting into.

The weird, electronic sounding voice gave something that could be a cruel parody of a laugh. "It's not that easy, Caine. First, we need some assurances. I'm sure you want proof of life and we need to assure that your lab still has what we need. I will send a message to the laptop, possibly a nice portrait of your friend here. When you get it, I need you to reply from that machine. Then I will send some instructions and a place to make the exchange."

Whoever was on the other line hung up the phone before Horatio could answer. He cursed and looked at the number they had called from. It was from Greg's phone, and just another dead end.

Caine swore again and called Sara, and told her to meet him in the A/V lab. He called the rest of his team and instructed them to do the same.

Greg awoke in the back of a cold, dark van. His head throbbed painfully, and his hands were bound behind his back. He shut his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Greg remembered going outside for some air. He had reached into his pocket and grabbed his iPod when the van pulled up. Two big masked men had jumped out and tried to grab him.

Greg had managed to hit one of them with the hand still grasping his iPod, but the other had come from behind him and Greg felt a gun in his back.. He instinctively froze, dropped the iPod on the sidewalk. He heard the men laughing as the gun moved. Something heavy and sharp collided with the side of head, knocking him out cold.

Now, he was lying on the floor of van, terrified of what lay ahead, when a familiar presence made itself known. "See? This is why should carry a weapon."

"Shit." Greg thought at him. "Look who's talking. Having a gun that doesn't do what it's supposed to is more dangerous then not carrying one"

Speed shrugged at him. "And look where it got me. Are you going to just lie there and bitch at me or work on getting yourself out of here?" They were interrupted when someone climbed over to him and took his cell phone from his pocket. Sanders glared at him.

The man laughed at him. "What kind of a cop doesn't carry a gun? Made our job real easy." Greg didn't bother to explain he was a scientist, not a cop. The man handed his cell to someone in the front passenger's seat.

Greg thought he heard a short conversation, followed by his phone going out the window. He decided to focus his energy on escaping, like Tim had suggested. Greg worked at the rope holding his hand behind him. It cut into his wrists, but he kept at it.

Caine quickly explained the situation to his team and Sara, who called Gil and filled him. The supervisor said he was flying down immediately. Sara hung up the phone, holding it together so she could find her friend.

Caine told Cooper to GPS Sander's phone so they would have a direction to look in. Sara and Calligh went outside while Ryan and Eric pulled surveillance tapes to see if they could catch the abductors on tape.

Sara and Calligh went out front. Sara spotted Greg's iPod lying on the sidewalk. "That's not something he would leave behind by choice. She picked it up and tested for blood. It was positive. Greg had fought to give them something to work with. Meanwhile, Calligh found more blood on the sidewalk, though it wasn't a lot. She also saw three sets of footprints.

Calligh showed them to Sara. One was immediately recognizable. "Those are Converse All Stars."

Sara nodded. "Greggo's sneakers. Judging by the size of the other two, he was fighting with two big guys. He didn't have chance." She was trying hard to stay focused.

"Hey, We're going find your friend." Calligh tried to help Sara feel at little better. It had been clear when they working that she and Greg were close friends.

A/N: That's all I have time for. I'll try to write the next chapter after work tonight, but no promises. Sorry another cliffhanger but I will update ASAP. Here's your candy. Please review. Thanks for reading. There should only be a few chapters left, but I'm thinking about a sequel.

Coming Attractions: Horatio goes into Super H mode. Lol