A/N: Okay sense there was no Ryan and Greg in the last chapter. Here is a chapter for just them. Now it's pretty short, but I had to update for myself because my birthdays tomorrow. Please celebrate by sending a review my way.

Chapter Ten

Greg woke up and felt the sting of the cuts in his back had started up. He turned his head over to Ryan who's eyes were still closed. Greg surveyed Ryan's battered face and the long cut across his chest. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. As much as he loved his adoptive parents, he couldn't help but wish that none of this would have happened to his biological family. He wished he could have grown up with Ryan and show him how to do things like a big brother normally did. Now he may never get to know Ryan how he was spouse to. Greg turned his attention back to Ryan. "Hey Ryan?"

"Hmmm, what?"

"How's your back doing?"

"Great. It feels just fine," said Ryan his eyes still closed.

"Please stop lying to me Ryan. I can hear the pain in your voice. Let me see how the cuts on your back are doing."

"Okay," said Ryan and turned on his side so as Greg could look.

Greg lifted Ryan's shirt. For the most part the wounds were no longer bleeding, but the skin surrounding the wounds were pink and puffy, a sign that infections were setting in place. "Everything looks okay for now," lied Greg as he let Ryan's shirt come back down.

They then heard the door to whatever room they were being held in slam shut. "I'm back," said Robert.

Ryan slowly opened his eyes now. "Oh good your both awake this time," said Robert.

"Please just leave us alone," groaned Ryan.

"I can't do that."

"Oh yeah, why's that?" asked Greg.

"Because you ruined my life," replied Greg. He then turned his attention to Ryan and grabbed hold of his face. "You know Ryan you're the spitting imagine of your mother. The same brown hair, green eyes. You look exactly like her, except your male of course. That gets me every time. I'm going to make sure everyone know who you really are. Turn around and lay on your stomach."

Ryan began to turn slowly, but Robert was impatient and shoved him over the rest of the way and pushed him on to his stomach. Taking out a length of rope that was coiled in his back pocket, Robert proceeded to tie Ryan's hands together out in front of him. "Stop it, don't do this," yelled Greg attempting to pull Robert off Ryan.

Robert just shoved Greg away. Ryan lifted his head off the concrete floor, but Robert shoved it back down hard. Ryan tried to struggle as much as he possibly could. "Greg you get over here and hold your brother down," said Robert.

"No I won't do that," said Greg.

Robert pulled out his knife and tugged Ryan's head back by his hair, holding the knife to his throat. "Do I need to remind you of our agreement Greg," said Robert.

"No," replied Greg.

"Good now get over here," said Robert.

Greg made his way over kneeling down and regretfully held Ryan down by his shoulders. Robert shoved Ryan's face back down on the concrete floor. Robert pulled up Ryan's shirt and took the knife he had been holding to Ryan's neck moments ago and now began to carve into Ryan's lower back. Ryan gritted his teeth fighting the urge to scream out in pain as the blade pierced his flesh. Robert soon finished "Let go of him," growled Robert shooing Greg away he untied Ryan's Wrists from each other. "Turn over."

Ryan slowly began to turn over, Robert getting frustrated kicked Ryan over the rest of the way. Ryan let out a grown as his freshly wounded back made contact with the dirty concrete floor. Greg made his way over to Ryan. "Ah! Not so fast Greg, it's your turn now," said Robert.

Greg slowly shook his head. "I'm not going to let you hurt us anymore," replied Greg.

Robert smiled at Greg. "Oh really," he said.

Before Greg realized what happened Robert had grabbed Ryan's right arm pulling it up and twisting. This time Ryan could not contain his scream as filled the room they were being held in. "ALRIGHT, alright, just let go of Ryan please. He's alre-"

Robert let go of Ryan's arm and just let it drop. "Shut up and get on your stomach. No struggling because I'm pretty sure Ryan is incapable of preventing you from doing so."

Greg got down on his stomach and Robert proceeded to carve into Greg's back as well. After Robert completed his task he got up off the floor and walked over to door. "See for now boys. I'll see you again soon and next time most likely will be the last," said Robert and left.

Once the door closed Greg made his way slowly next to Ryan, his sore back give a stings of pain every time he moved. Greg finally reached Ryan who was cradling his arm, which was now most likely broken. "I'm so sorry Ryan," said Greg.

"It's not your fault Greg."

"Let me look at your back," said Greg.

"You already did," said Ryan.

"But he just carved both of us like a thanksgiving turkeys Ryan, please let me look."

"Okay," replied Ryan as he slowly turned onto his left side.

Greg heard a small moan escape Ryan as he did this. Greg noticed the shirt hadn't been pulled down and dirt had embedded it's self into the wounds that were still freely oozing blood. He knew it needed to be cleaned up to prevent risk of further infection because of the dirt. . This time Greg pulled the shirt down to try to prevent anymore dirt from getting in. "Stay on your side okay."

"Okay."

"We'll be fine, they'll find us," said Greg.

"I hope it's on time because at this rate we'll most likely be dead."

"Hey, you were the one telling me everything was going to be fine earlier. What happened to that?"

"Out the door after this last incident. He said he back and it would be the last. At this rate this rate we'll either be dead or dying when help finally arrives."

"Hey don't talk like that anymore. We're both going to make it' I'll make sure of it," said Greg.

A/N: That's chapter ten CH.11 most likely will only be with the Milwaukee CSIs, Gris, and Calleigh. Thanks so much StoryDreamer