Everyone watched Greg closely from then on.

Greg was tired of it but he knew it was for the best. Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at it.

'How'd he get my new number?' Greg thought to himself. Replaying the call in his head over and over and over like he did everyday since that phone call three days ago.

Greg put the phone back into his pocket and leant back into the couch.

He watched the other CSI's and the lab peoples walk past. Greg sighed.

'Not having to worry about a thing, except for the dead people piling up.' Greg thought. He put his head in his hands and leant on his knee.

Greg stared at the floor, mesmerized. All he could think about was what had happened to him 6 months ago. Greg ran his fingers through his hair and sat back up.

The note at the hospital and the phone call at the lab the other day.

'He knew I was upset,' Greg thought. Then realization hit him. 'He's been following me.' Greg moaned.

A knock came at the door of the lounge. Greg looked up. Grissom was standing there, frowning slightly. Greg smiled weakly.

"Hey, Grissom." Greg greeted. Grissom didn't reply as he walked and made coffee. He handed a mug to Greg and sat down beside him. Greg thanked him and looked into the steaming mug.

"You're not handling this well are you?" Grissom asked finally. Greg looked at him.

"I'm alright," He said "Just….." He trailed off.

Grissom looked to him.

"Just what Greg?" He asked gently. Greg sighed and looked back to the floor.

"He's following me, watching me." Greg said quietly. "It feels like everything I do, he knows it." Tears welled up in Greg's eyes as he finally said what he had been feeling. Grissom nodded.

Nick, Warrick, Catherine and Sara walked in chatting to each other. They quieted down when they saw Greg and Grissom sitting on the couch, Greg near tears.

Grissom looked up at them.

"Yes?" He asked. Sara walked forward.

"New cases." She said and handed Grissom a file, before doing the same to Nick, Warrick and Catherine.

They all opened and read what their case was.

Catherine frowned.

"Drowning of a guy in a clown suit? What the hell?" Catherine asked. Warrick grinned.

"Easy B & E for me." He said. He frowned as he realized it rhymed.

"Sara and I have a double homicide, Hm, rat poisoning, how nice." Grissom said standing up.

"Another Armed robbery, but this time no casualties." Nick said nodding. Everyone left the room.

Nick caught Grissom by the arm as he was just about to leave. Grissom looked at his arm then to Nick.

"Yes?" He asked.

"What bout Greg?" Nick asked. Grissom frowned.

"You can't leave him in the lab with no food for at least three hours can you? He's bound to leave sooner or later to get food." Nick said. Grissom rolled his eyes.

"Your point Nick?" He asked impatiently.

"Let him come with me, it's a simple armed robbery, it'll take a couple of hours then we'll bring the evidence back and get some food. He won't leave my sight." Nick quickly added.

Grissom sighed and gave in.

"Fine, but he doesn't leave your sight." Grissom warned once again before he left. Nick looked at Greg. Greg stared sheepishly back. Nick rolled his eyes.

"Come on Greggo." Nick said. Greg stood up and followed Nick to his car.

They stepped out of the elevator in the car park. Nick walked a couple of steps as he tried to dig his keys out his pocket. The keys clattered on the ground and before Nick heard it he accidently kicked the keys away.

"Ah crap." Nick moaned as he looked around for them. Greg went back to go and help.

"Go to the car Greg, I've found them," Nick said as he lay on his stomach groping around with an arm underneath a car.

"Now all I gotta do is reach them." Nick muttered. Greg laughed slightly as he walked over to the car.

Greg leant against the door as he waited for Nick.

A rattle to his left caught Greg's attention. Greg turned around and looked.

"Hello?" Greg called out nervously.

No one answered.

Greg shrugged and went to lean against the car again.

Greg was pushed into the door so his back was facing out towards the garage. Greg panicked and tried to fight back.

Greg was turned around, an arm pining his arms to his sides and a hand covering his mouth.

Greg blinked at the eyes staring in triumph at him.

"Hello Greggo, haven't forgotten about me have you?" Mickel asked, his stale bourbon breath reeked.

Greg started to shake.

Mickel grinned even more.

It started to sink in. Mickel pulled Greg away from Nick's car and pushed him towards a black four wheel drive. Greg fought back and managed to knee Mickel in the stomach.

Mickel doubled over and Greg kicked his kneecap before running back towards where Nick was.

Greg ran around a pillar and ran straight into Nick. They both fell down to the concrete floor.

Nick sat up and Greg grabbed his jacket, burying his head into Nicks shoulder, sobbing.

Nick put his arm around Greg hesitantly, trying to comfort him. Nick watched a car race out of the garage. Nick felt sick to his stomach with fear.

"Greg," Nick said. Greg looked at him with tear stained eyes. "What happened?" Nick asked quietly as he helped Greg to his feet.

Greg shook with fear and pain of remembering.

"M-Mickel g-g-g-grabbed me and t-t-tried to t-t-t-ta-ta-take…." Greg trailed off to a fresh wave of sobs.

Nick sighed and pulled Greg close.

Nick felt angry with himself for letting Greg out of his sight, even though Grissom had warned him so many times for that not to happen.

Nick frowned.

"Come on Greg, we've gotta crime scene to go to." Nick said gently as he led Greg towards his car.

Nick saw a few droplets of blood and a bit of a dint in his passenger door. Greg shut his eyes tight.

Nick opened the door and helped Greg into the passenger side.

Nick shut the door and walked to the drivers side, looking around at all of the cars around him.

Nick got in and shut the door, started the car and drove off to the crime scene.

Greg tried to calm himself. Nick listened with a heavy heart as the loud gulping noises filled the car before a couple of sobs.

By the time they pulled up to the scene Greg was back to normal, well as back to normal as you can get following an attack.

Greg opened the door and jumped out of the car. Nick opened the boot, grabbed two flaks and passed one to Greg and Nick put one onto himself.

Greg put his flak vest on and walked towards Brass.

Brass looked up from the file and was surprised to see Greg.

"Hey, you back on the field then?" Brass asked. Greg nodded. Brass frowned when he noticed Greg's eyes were red and swollen like he had just been crying. Nick walked over carrying his case.

Brass nodded to him. Nick nodded back absentmindedly. Brass frowned.

'What had happened that had Greg crying and Nick looking so god damn guilty and angry with himself? An argument or something ….' Brass thought. His thought trailed off as he told Nick and Greg about the robbery.

"This is a rough sketch we got of the guy." Brass said as he passed Nick the photo. Nick looked at it and passed it onto Greg.

Greg stared at the mans face. His heart froze.

His face paled suddenly and Brass noticed it.

"Greg? Greg what is it? Do you know him?" Brass asked quickly. Nick whipped his head around to look at Greg. Greg nodded slowly.

"This is Ralph, the other guy." Greg murmured.

"Damn it!" Nick yelled and punched a brick wall. The other officers on the scene looked at Nick strangely.

Brass tried to calm him down.

"Nick, deep breaths." Brass said. Nick shook his head.

"I gotta call Grissom." Nick said and he walked a bit off and pulled out his phone.

He dialed a number and started talking after a few seconds.

Nick nodded a few times.

"Greg what happened?" Brass asked suddenly. Greg looked at him.

Greg knew it wasn't worth trying to hide it from Brass.

After all he was the guy that had help save Greg.

"Mickel tried to grab me again," Greg said. Brass's eyes opened in shock.

"Where?" He asked hoarsely.

Greg shut his eyes tight.

"CSI garage." Greg answered.

Nick snapped his phone shut and walked over.

"Grissom said to watch out and write down any license plates that reoccur." Nick growled.

Greg nodded.

"Let's go process the scene." Greg said.

Brass watched them walk into the café, and shook his head.

They finished the scene an hour later, there wasn't that much to do.

Greg's stomach grumbled in hunger.

"Lunch then?" Nick asked.

Greg nodded.

They pulled up at a small, almost empty café.

Nick locked the evidence in the car.

They walked into the café and ordered. Greg walked over to a table at the back of the café and sat down, head in arms.

Nick sat beside him.

"Rough day huh?" Nick said. Greg nodded.

"Yup." Greg said. He watched the few people in the café.

A pregnant woman, a man with young girl and a couple of elderly people. Also there were also the people behind the counter. Greg shook his head.

Two masked men burst into the café and fired a couple of shots into the roof.

"Everyone on the floor!" They ordered, pointing their guns at everyone. Nick and Greg slid slowly to the ground along with the other patrons.

The gunman walked around. One demanded the money.

"All of you backs against the counter!" The other one demanded. Everyone sort of army crawled to the counter. Then they sat up so their backs were against it.

"Wallets and cell phones and whatever money you have on you put it in a pile here." The first gunman demanded.

Nick had called Grissom. The gunman walked up and down the line as everyone emptied their pockets. Greg put his phone and wallet in the pile, Nick just put his wallet.

The gunman glared at Nick.

"Phone." He said. Nick shook his head.

"Don't have one." He said. The gunman laughed.

"Sure you don't." The gunman said. Nick shook his head. The gunman stopped laughing and grabbed the front of Nick's shirt and pulled him away from the wall.

"Nick!" Greg cried out and tried to stand up, but was forced to stay down by the gun pointed at his head.

Nick was kicked repeatedly and when he finally slumped down on the floor then gunman searched his pockets until he found Nick's phone. It was connected to Grissom. The gunman shut it.

"Sure you don't have a phone." The gunman said, kicking Nick once more.

Sirens rang out.

"Damn the cops!" The second gunman yelled out, the gun still pointed at Greg's head.

"Damn now it's a hostage thing." The first gunman replied.

"This wasn't what I had in mind." He said. The first gunman ran from Nicks side and started to draw the blinds.

The second gunman lowered the gun from Greg's head and stood by the window with the other gunman.

Greg glanced at the gunman before crawling over to Nick's side.

"Nick?" Greg whispered, shaking Nick's shoulder gently.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?!" A sudden yell. A gunman stormed over and kicked Greg onto his side.

"Well?" He demanded pointing his gun at Greg.

"Just seeing he is okay." Greg muttered.

The second gunman started going through peoples wallets. He stopped and stared at one.

"Hey man, look at this." He told his friend. The gunman pointing his gun at Greg walked over. His eyes opening wide in the balaclava. They both looked at Greg and back at the wallet. Greg realized it was his own, with his I.D. in it. The gunman walked over and pulled Greg up by his hair. Greg yelled out as he felt several hairs get pulled out of his head. The other hostages cringed.

The gunman dragged Greg over to the door and held the gun against his head. The gunman flung open the door to the waiting police.

"I have a CSI, do not come any closer if you don't want him to die!" The gunman yelled out. Greg caught a glimpse of Grissom and the other CSI's before he was pulled back inside.

The gunman dragged Greg to his own secluded corner.

"You stay there." The second gunman said. The first gunman knelt next to Greg and pulled up Greg's jumper sleeves. The gunman looked at the infected wrists and frowned. He shrugged and pulled the sleeves back down and wrapped the tape over the jumper. Then he proceeded to tape Greg's mouth and ankles.

"Looks like you're going to get us what we need Mr. CSI. So don't try anything."
The gunman laughed and stood up and laughed at his own work.

Greg shook, scared, as the gunman walked away, over to Nick.

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Sorry it's taken me sooo long to update, but my brother sorta bruised the tissue in my arm and I couldn't type.

Plus I have grading for Taekwondo in a month and I've been getting ready for that.

AND my assignments. They aren't going to end are they?

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Luv HGP