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Nick could hear Greg's fast breathing beside him. He still had his own weapon in front of his face. He didn't know why, but suddenly he was calm. Maybe because he knew that it was the best not to upset the man, because it was better not to make things even worse.

"Why are you so protective to your little friend here?" Canham spoke, still helding his weapon to his forehead.

Nick was confused. Why he was so protective to Greg? Why did he wanted to know this? Nick didn't want to answer the question... the more emotions he would share with the man, the more weapons he could held against them.

"Answer my question!" Canahm said loudly, suddenly pointing the weapon to Greg. The kid looked up, his big eyes starring terrified at the man.

Nick hesitated, but he didn't want Greg to get hurt, of course not. Not again.

He looked up to the man. "He... He's my brother" Nick said quietly, turning his head to Greg. The kid seemed to calm down at least a little bit, but still had his eyes on the weapon.

"Really?" Canham spoke. "Well, that would things even better."

He turned now to Greg, still pointing the weapon to the kid. Nick had to do something. Something to lead the man away from Greg. Away from the danger.

"D..Don't touch him!" he yelled at the man. Nick suddenly began to panic, his voice started to falling appart. God, just leave him alone, Nick thought.

...

"Wow, this house is... creepy" Sarah whispered as they enter through the door. Brass was going in front of them, raising his weapon. He wanted to be prepared for... any cases.

Catherine nodded beside her. She just wished that they will find their boys soon. She couldn't imagine that they were still in the house. Which kidnapper will leave his victims at the same place? Somehow she had a feeling that they were there, though. She could feel it.

"C'mon", Warrick said quietly, as the others were looking around the hall. "Over there are the stairs" He pointed with his torchlight to the other end of the room.

Grissom nodded, took a deep breath. Let's find our boys he thought as he followed Brass upstairs.

...

"Are you worried about him or what?" the man asked, pressing the barrel onto Greg's forehead. Greg tried to push himself back, but again, he had no chance. The funny thing was, there was nothing he could think about right now. His head was empty, he didn't even recognise Nick's screams beside him. He didn't even saw the man standing in front of him, he just felt the cold metal on his head.

"God, leave him alone!" Nick screamed. "Just drop the weapon, please!" Nick felt sick. Again, his friend was threatened by the man, and again, there was nothing he could do. He just could stare at the weapon on Greg's head, and scream. Nothing else.

Suddenly, the man turned back to Nick.

"I have a question, boy" the man said to him. His deep voice sounded ominous. Nick could hear Greg whispering something, but he couldn't understand what the kid was saying.

"I know by now that you really care for him" Canham continued. "Now the thing I want to know is... Would you die for him?"

What? Greg couldn't believe what he just heard. He didn't think about what the man was going to do to him right now, he just didn't want the man to... kill Nick instead of himself.

"No!" Greg exclaimed. He was surprised that he could raise his voice now. Maybe it was because he know that his friend was in danger.

"D-don't you dare and do a-anything to him" Greg continued, trying to keep his voice loud. Unfortunately, he had to cough violently.

The man seemed to be sruprised. He turned back to the kid. "Oh, I didn't expect that" he said. "But maybe... yeah, maybe I can ask you again now." He held the weapon again to Nick, who immediately held in his breath as he starred onto the barrel.

"Are you scared yet?" the man continued. "Are you scared now that I... that you see your friend here, that you see there's nothing you can do to get him or yourself out of here? That you are here with me?" the last sentence was whispered by Canham.

Greg bit his lips. He could hear a click, obviously the man unlocked Nick's weapon. It was this moment, when panic started again to overwhelm him.

"Yes" he whispered finally. "Yes, I-I am scared."

He could even hear Canham grinning. "Good. Now we can come to the final"

Greg closed his eyes.

...

Brass slowly climbed the stairs, still raising his weapon and his torchlight. This house was just... scary. There was this sound, like something will break soon. As he arrived upstairs, he had a strange feeling. He lighten up through the corridor. God, there were blood spatters everywere! On the floor, on the carpet, even on the walls. He shudderd, turned back to Grissom, who was coming behind him.

"Gil, be careful" he whispered. "There are blood traces everywhere."

Grissom nodded, took a deep breath again. "Let's go to the library quickly. We'll process the traces out there later" he said.

Brass nodded as well, opened the door beside them. What he saw, wasn't good. A male body was lying there, beside the desk, surrounded by a large blood pool. He certainly was killed by a knife, as Brass could see that his throat was... slashed. Slowly, so they won't destroy any traces, they entered the room.

"Oh my god!" Grissom could hear Catherine behind him. This could be the scenary of a very good horror movie, Grissom didn't blame Catherine to be... emotional. Because this was real.

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