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Grissom turned around to the others before they were entering the room.

"Ok guys, this is how we'll do it: We'll investigate quickly, but don't forget to loock at details; everything could be a lead to bring our boys back. Sarah and Warrick, you'll start over there. Take pics, collect just the evidence you think we'll need. Catherine and I will search on the other side of the room." The others nodded in agreement. "Oh and guys, once again, we don't have much time, so just try to make an overview and collect the most important stuff." Again they nodded, then Brass spoke. "I'll stay out of the room and watch the corridor. I don't want anything bad happen... again" Grissom looked at him, and nodded. He knew it wasn't Brass' fault, but he also knew that no matter what he was saying, he still would feel guilty, until Nick and Greg will be back. Alive.

"Ok" he said instead. "Let's do our work".

...

"What will you do?" Nick screamed panicked. He just couldn't held it. He don't want Greg getting hurt again, he just want to get... out of this place. It was emotionally exhausting seeing his brother getting threatened and hurt by this bastard, and it was even more difficult for him that Greg was actually protecting him, although it should be the other way round.

He was really relieved as Canham turned around to him, although the weapon was still pointing at Greg.

"It's just something I wanted to find out" the man told him. Nick looked up. God, he just had to know what the man was planing.

"I always wanted to know... you know, how far do I have to go to scare a human being." the man continued. "You know, not just for fun, but really scared."

"Why? Why do you want to know?" Nick asked, his eyes the weapon pointing at his friend. This guy was crazy and Nick reallly had thought of a way out of here. It seemed that he just... had to show interesst in the man's "games" so he decided to fit in... at least as long as he doesn't hurt Greg anymore.

The man laughed. "That's a really good question, you should have asked this one during our little deal..." his voice was getting a bit more quiet, at the same time he sounded even more threatening. "However, I'm going to answer it, because this whole thing here will find an end soon... so it doesn't really matter if you know it or not. And I want you to know why I'm going to kill you."

Nick closed his eyes, trying to breath. Now that Canham really said the words about killing, he was sure there wasn't a way out of here. However, there was still a little bit hope inside him that Grissom and the rest of his team would at least get Greg out of here.

...

"Grissom, I got a little blood trace on this dek here" Warrick said. They investigated in this room for over an hour, and they didn't really found much. Certainly, the boy's stuff was left behind, since the police officers didn't touch anything in here. Unfortunately, it didn't helped them in any way to get closer to there lost colleagues.

Warrick was about to have a look at the desk, and on the edge he found some blood drops... and some blond hair.

Grissom was observing the books in the library. Everything was about psychology, especially about family disorder. Grissom was confused and at the same time curious. What kind of a guy would read this stuff? The books itself seemed to be rather old, at any rate older than ten years.

He turned around to Warrick. The CSI had taken a sample of the blood and the hair, and put it in the case to the other evidence they had found.

"It was a blond hair" Warrick said. "This guy here and Nick don't have blond hair. It must be Greg's then."

Grissom nodded. "Yeah, and you can see that the blood around the body has a lighter colour than that one on the desk. It seemed to be from a different person."

Greg's blood, Grissom thought silently. He didn't want to speak the words, but Warrick was clever enough to figure that out by himself.

Grissom turned back to the books on the shelf. "We have to go back to the lab, see if we can find... any matches. If we're lucky, we have found some traces from the kidnapper..."

Something was catching his eye. There was one single book in the shelf that was placed wrongly onto the shelf; it's book back showed the other way round. Grissom stretched out his hand to the book. It was black, and there wasn't even the name of a title on it. Just the author's name. Or maybe this was the title?. He still met gloves so he couldn't destroy any important traces. "Jack Canham" stood in small golden letters on the book back.

Strange he thought. He was sure that he had at least heard about this name, but he just couldn't remember to what kind of person it belonged to. He had a feeling that it could be important.

He turned around again.

"Does anybody of you know a 'Jack Canham?'" he asked, in the hope, the name has something to do with a old case. Maybe this was the lead they needed to get their boys back.

His other colleagues looked up from their work, however, nobody answered. It was Brass from the door who spoke, and he seemed to be surprised.

"Yeah I do" Brass said, looking at Grissom. "This house here belonged to Jack Canham, but obviously he disappeared. The neighbours around here were saying that he moved or died or something."

Grissom raised his right eyebrow. "Or something?"

"Well, what I heard is that this guy was kind of.. creepy. You know, scarying the neighbour's children and stuff like that." Brass made a pause. "And... some said that he even should have killed his own brother. But obviously, nobody could ever prove that."

Great, Grissom thought So we're looking for a crazy guy, who obviously killed a family member and have mental problems in general.

He sighed and turned back to the book shelf. This black book just wouldn't get out of his mind and he had a feeling, that it was going to be an important evidence.

...

As Canham said something about killing, Greg's concentration immediately was coming back. Certainly, he still had this damn barrel in front of his face and it seemed like it was getting... more dangerous by every minute that passed. However, he didn't want to really get killed or that Nick was in danger just because he wasn't paying attention. Maybe he could do something... Just something that would lead the man away from them.

He tried to blink away the wave of nausea which was attempting to overwhelm him and looked at Nick. His head wound really didn't look good, and he was so pale as Greg was feeling. The man continued to speak, but didn't let go off the weapon and Greg forced himself to look at Canham again. Not at the gun.

"So, i told you that I didn't get along with my brother that well" Canham said. More to Nick than to Greg, although Nick was sitting there with his eyes closed. Greg hoped that his friend wasn't unconsious or something.

"There were some reasons; however, some are not really important for you but I'll tell you the short story. My brother, Max, was two years older than me. He was kind of... you know, a little bit insane."

Nick opened his eyes, nearly laughing. The man called his brother insane? What was he then?

"Ok, I understand that you feel like that to me right now" the man said, as if he was reading Nick's mind. "And I doesn't bother me at all, since you are just an... experiment for me"

Greg looked at Nick again who was replied his glance. This wasn't good. Experiments are never that good, they could end... not that well.

"Look at me when I'm speaking with you!" Canham said suddenly in his aggressive voice. Nick turned his head back to the man, didn't dare to speak. The more the man was speaking himself, the more time they were gaining. And time was the only weapon they had left right now.

"Good boy. Well, to come back the story.. where was I again? Oh yes, my crazy brother. You know, I always thought that having a brother is like having a ... somebody that protects you actually. Like here with you two. You are protecting your friend here...

And my brother, Max, didn't do that. Not at all. I... After my parents died he should have be there for me, lead me, whatever. But he was just so... temperamental and moody. You know, not in a good way. Everytime I did something wrong... he did something to me."

The man made a pause, and finally let sink the gun. Nick heard Greg breathing deeply. He was relieved as well, but he didn't like the sound in Canham's voice. There was something dangerous, something threatening that was even more unpleasant than the gun itself. It was the uncertainty.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand cut :) Sooo, did you like this chapter? I really worked hard on it, because the man's story is really important for the main story itself; however, I think you are not too confused. Please don't forget to give me a feedback on this, I really enjoy to read your reviews :)

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