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Chapter 10

Greg and Nick watched helplessly as the two fiends carried their tools of malicious intent into the kitchen. After the two fiends were gone, Greg began to struggle against the chains. "Greg, what are you doing?"

"Trying to get these loose. You want to help?" asked Greg.

With a smile on his face, Nick began to struggle with Greg. As soon as he thought that the chains were loose and they were home free, Kay came walking back in with an evil smile written across her face. "Nice try, but too bad," she laughed as she lifted Nick up from his chair.

The chains slid off his wrists easily, thanks to Nick and Greg's efforts. After Kay threw him onto the floor, she drew out her gun and trained it on Nick. "Don't move an inch, hot shot," she smiled as Nigel came walking in and moved towards Greg.

"Don't touch him!" shouted Nick.

With that, Kay and Nigel began to laugh. "Oh, you mean like this?" laughed Nigel as he began to poke Greg on the shoulder.

"That's cute, really," laughed Kay as Nigel took a firm grip on Greg and led him up the stairs. Nick kept his eyes trained on Kay as Nigel led the frightened Greg away. After a couple minutes, Nigel came back down. "What did you do to Greg?" asked Nick.

"Oh don't worry; he's safe…for now. Now, it's your turn," smiled Kay as Nigel dragged Nick up by his arm and led him up the stairs. As Nigel guided Nick to wherever he was taking him, Nick began to look around, trying to find wherever they put Greg. Finally, they had reached the end of the hall, where Nigel gently sat Nick on the chair and tied his wrists to the arm rests. As soon as that was all said and done, Nigel ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. To Nick's dismay, Greg wasn't in there. Where was he? Worried, Nick began to shout, "GREG! GREG, WHERE ARE YOU?"

But there was no answer. So, to save his strength, Nick relaxed in the chair and waited for whatever was going to happen next.

Grissom, Catherine, Sara and Warrick sat around the break-room, worried to death about what was happening to their friends at that very moment. Brass was in the middle of booking the four convicts and sending them back to prison, which is where they belonged. After sitting around for a couple hours, Warrick punched the table. "That's it! I'm tired of sitting here doing nothing! We should be out there looking for them right now!"

"Warrick, calm down," tried Grissom.

"No, I can't calm down. Not until Nick is back here playing football on Dreamcast with me and Greg is brewing his delicious coffee and goofing off."

"Warrick, we're all worried about them, but what can we do in the end? We have no idea where they went. They could be halfway to Texas right about now," said Catherine.

"We can at least try. We can send out a bulletin, asking people to contact LVPD if they've seen any of them. We could be using those scent dogs to find them. We could look for footprints, tire treads, anything that can lead us to Nick and Greg!"

"I want to be doing that too, but Ecklie won't let us anywhere near the crime scene. He says were too emotionally involved and anything we touch will be compromised," explained Sara.

"But Warrick's right. It doesn't matter if we don't get a conviction. Nick and Greg are our friends. We owe it to them. Besides, we have enough evidence for breaking out of prison, they're going to jail either way. I'm with Warrick," sided Grissom.

"Thanks Griss," thanked Warrick.

After giving it some thought, Catherine and Sara agreed to help in finding Nick and Greg. "Well, we'd better get started then, shouldn't we?" smiled Grissom.

As they ran out to their cars, Grissom pulled out his cellphone and dialed Brass's number. "Jim, its Gil."

"Hey Gil, what can I do for you?"

"Can you meet me and the team back at the mill, and bring scent dogs with you?"

"I thought Ecklie was leading the case."

"And they're not getting anywhere. We want to find Nick and Greg. Will you help?"

"Anything for Stokes and Sanders. I'll be there in five."

"I owe you one, Jim," said Grissom as he hung up the phone.

When the team arrived back at the mill, they saw Brass already waiting for them with scent dogs in hand. "What took you so long?" laughed Brass.

"We had to stop by Greg's house and try to find something of his. We all know that Greg has that unique smell," smiled Sara.

"Well, do you have it then?"

That's when Sara held up Greg's lucky t-shirt. Greg had told them that he never washes the thing because every time he wears it, it brings him good luck. As Sara held up it, everyone began to pinch their noses. The thing reeked of Greg. After Sara had walked up to the dogs, she placed it in front of their noses. "Go find them," she told the dogs.

Suddenly, the two dogs began running off in the same direction. Sara and Warrick began following the dogs, leaving Catherine and Grissom to look around the scene to try and find any footprints leading away from the scene. The search was one.

TBC…

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