Thanks for all the help Holly you're the best!
~After Interrogation~
When the interrogation was over Nick was not overly pleased. The only information Sean had been able to give them was the name of the buyer; a General Thomas and a phone number that he had been using to call him. They might be able to use the number, but the General had most likely disposed of the phone by now and the name was unreliable because they had no clue if it was an alias or not.
The General hadn't given Sean any useful information as to where he would be keeping Greg because he didn't trust Sean enough, which was understandable.
Nick was not feeling very confident right now; they barely had any evidence and what little evidence they did have was still not enough to bring them any closer to finding Greg.
Korey was waiting in the break room with Catherine, Warrick and Sara going over the evidence they did have with Korey occasionally filling in the blanks for them as they were still a little hazy about the whole 'shifting' thing, but they were beginning to warm up to the idea.
Just as Nick was about to enter the break room to show them his own findings, his phone suddenly went off. He plucked the device from his side pocket, seeing it was the receptionist at the front desk.
"Stokes." He answered out of habit.
"Nick, there's a Tracy Calligher here who says she has a message for you from Greg." She informed him, eyeing the nervous woman stood in front of her.
"I'll be right there," without saying goodbye he snapped his phone shut and hurried off towards the reception area, where he saw a young woman nervously fiddling with the straps of her purse. He walked over to her, making her stop her nervous habit to look up at him.
"Are you Nick?" She asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I am. You said you have a message for me from Greg?" Nick asked anxiously, hoping that she was going to tell him that Greg was alive and well, along with the directions to get to him.
"Greg told me to tell you that he's sorry and that…he loves you," She quoted back from Greg's words to her.
For a few moments neither said anything, until Nick broke the silence.
"I-Is he…okay?" He choked out.
"Last I saw him he was…very angry, but he was alive." She assured him, purposely leaving out that he had also been shocked to death.
"Can you tell me where he's being kept?" He asked with anticipation, hoping that this was the lead that would bring him to Greg.
She hesitated on answering him, knowing her family could be killed if she gave him that information, along with herself for that matter.
"Please, if you've talked to Greg and know he's alive then you have to know where he is. I'm begging you! If you know where Greg is, you have to tell me!" Nick desperately pleaded.
"Can we talk someplace more…private?" She whispered as if General Thomas was listening in on their conversation.
"Yeah of course, follow me." He led her down the hallway, leaving behind a confused receptionist. He brought her to an empty interrogation room, sitting down across the table from her. She looked around the room nervously as if she was a suspect. "Sorry this was the only private room I could find. You don't have to be nervous, you're not in trouble." He assured her.
She nodded then set her purse down on the table, making herself more comfortable. "Greg is being held at an airplane hangar in the Las Vegas International airport." Nick was about to get his phone out to call Grissom, but she grabbed his wrist, causing him to look back at her shocked.
"You can't just burst in there guns blazing! General Thomas has guards with the latest firearms surrounding the entire hangar and they have been ordered to shoot any unauthorized personal on sight, but even if you do somehow manage to get inside, you still have twenty other guards to deal with." She warned him.
"I know for a fact that Brass and his men are very well trained and will be able to handle this." He assured her.
"That may be true, but you don't know the General; for every plan that goes wrong he has another waiting in line and I can tell you with the up most certainty that he'll most likely already have boarded Greg on a jet that would be headed to a military station where he could finish his work." She said, staring at Nick meaningfully.
"I've already lost him once and I'm so close to getting him back, I can't just let this opportunity pass by." He speed dialed Grissom, relaying the information he had received back to him.
While Nick was talking to his supervisor Grissom, Tracy thought back to her last conversation with Dr. Wesley (Dr. Needles).
~Flashback~
She walked over to Dr. Wesley, who was hard at work going over Greg's blood sample.
"You wanted to see me Dr. Wesley?" She asked.
Dr. Wesley turned around, removing his glasses to look at her. He was a scrawny 65 year old man with thinning white hair, clothes that looked like they belonged on an episode of 'leave it to beaver' and facial features, which on a normal basis, would be kind, reminding you of a caring doctor.
"Yes Tracy, since our last attempt at harnessing the subject's abilities went a little hectic. I was thinking it was time that we move on to a more drastic measure." He stood up from his stool, walking over to a cupboard.
"What did you have in mind?" She asked cautiously, not liking where this conversation was going. The doctor opened up the cupboard, reaching inside for a white container on the top shelf.
"Its still in the testing phase at the moment, but what it's designed to do is completely shut down a subject's emotion and make it so that they will do anything they are told, without question." He explained to her as he brought the container down.
He turned to face her with the container and pried the lid off, reaching inside, bringing out a small computer chip. "The other scientists have devised a mechanism that we will use to connect the subject's brain to the chip in the computer. Now all that's left is to perfect the program, which shouldn't take more than a few more weeks at the most." Dr. Wesley said, admiring the chip in his hands.
Tracy had no words to describe what she felt after hearing what they had planned to do to Greg; anger, sorrow and fear. Anger at herself for being a part of this twisted, cruel experiment; sorrow after remembering Greg's pleas to help him and she refused him help and finally fear for Greg's life and what he would become.
"Sounds like we'll have a soldier for the General in no time." She finally said.
"Not a soldier Dr. Galigher, a God!" He said with a faraway look in his eyes.
A god? More like a monster! She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dr. Wesley thought he was helping some kind of hero, but she knew that they were really creating a monster, just like Greg had said.
She needed to put a stop to this madness now!
She thanked Dr. Wesley but before she stepped out quickly grabbed an empty syringe and hid it in her lab coat pocket and calmly walked out of the room, making her way back to the room where Greg was being held.
As she walked in she took out a pen and a pad of paper, quickly writing a message down. As she proceeded off towards the cell, she was stopped by the two guards.
"What is your business here Miss?" Asked one of the guards.
"I need to take another sample of blood for Dr. Wesley." She explained, hoping they wouldn't see through the lie.
The guards turned to each other and seemed to be having a silent conversation. It appeared they had come to an agreement when they both nodded their heads, looking back at her.
"Okay, but make it quick!"
"Of course." She nodded, walking off to the door leading into the cell with the two guards on either side of her with their weapons drawn.
Both guards typed in the command code to open the door, making the door buzz, meaning it was open. A guard pushed the door opened and they walked inside the cell.
~Greg's POV~
Greg had been trying to get some sleep when he heard a buzz echo through the room. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the left, seeing the same doctor as before and the two guards who were guarding his cell, cautiously entering his cell. He sat up and the two guards lifted their weapons slightly, trained them directly on him.
"Hello Mr. Sanders, I'm here to take another blood sample." She walked towards him, with the guards still on either side of her, stopping in front of him.
"And that requires Jarhead 1 and Jarhead 2? I'm already chained up, the worst I could do is trip and land on you." Greg remarked.
"It's just a safety precaution."
"Of course it is." He sarcastically replied. He held his arms out in front of him, exposing his forearms. "Take your pick."
Dr. Galigher stepped closer towards him as the Jarheads continued to train their weapons on him. As Dr. Galigher was taking the cap off the syringe she discreetly reached into her lab coat pocket, retrieving the note and pen. She leaned forward with the syringe, pen and paper in hand, sliding the needle into Greg's left forearm.
Greg gasped from the sudden pain, staring intently up at her, wondering what she was planning. Dr. Galigher pretended to be resting her hand on Greg's shoulder, but really dropped the pen and paper behind his back.
When the vial was filled she took the needle out and placed a band aid over the needle mark on his arm. "That should be enough, thank you for your cooperation Mr. Sanders." She said standing up in an upright position.
"No, thank you." Greg replied, with an undertone message.
She nodded and walked out of the room with the two guards behind her.
The two guards took their posts again and Dr. Galigher was walking towards the door out of the room, before she left she turned back to the cell and gave Greg a small smile then left.
~End Flashback~
"Miss. Galigher."
She was snapped out of her flashback, looking across the table at Nick who had a concerned look on his face. "I'm sorry for spacing out I was just remembering something, something you should really know about." She insisted.
"I'm listening." Nick replied, leaning forward with his hands clasped together on the table, having put his phone away a few moments ago.
"General Thomas's lead scientist, Dr. Wesley, and his team of scientists have devised a program that will hook up to Greg's brain and ultimately make him an unemotional zombie. By doing this they're hoping that they can tell him to do anything they want, without him questioning them. I'm hoping that Greg follows the plan that I gave him so that he'll at least have a fighting chance." She answered.
"What was your plan?" Nick asked, hoping it wasn't a plan that would get Greg killed.
~Greg's cell~
After waiting a little while he noticed that the guards were starting to drift off from not having a break for the past 12 hours. This was when he laid back down on the cot and pulled the pen and note up to his face. He un-crumpled the note and read what it said:
Use tip of pen to deactivate electrical shock mechanism on restraints by twisting the tip into the center chain in the middle of the hand restraints that has the red beeping light in the middle.
Good Luck,
Tracy.
So she really was on his side? Either that or this was a trap…but be it a trap or not he was going to do whatever he could to get out of here.
Doing as she instructed he took the cap off the pen and located the beeping light in the center of his wrist. It took some effort, but he managed to maneuver the tip of the pen into the middle of the chain and twisted until he heard a satisfying click and hissing sound, signaling that the system was off. He had a few seconds to think that the restraints they devised were pretty crappy if he was able to shut them off with the tip of a pen. But on closer inspection he saw that he had not completely turned the mechanism off because there was a faint red glow coming from the middle of the chains. Guess they weren't off after all, just suppressed.
Taking his chance he sprang up from the cot and walked over to stand in the center of the cell.
Everyone had said that his telekinesis ability came from being under stress so he was going to have to focus on something that would really get his heart pumping.
The one thought that came to mind made his heart clench and he knew that it was the memory he was going to have to focus on, because it was the strongest emotional trauma he could think of; the memory of Nick holding the gun under his chin and the tears that were raining down his face.
Focusing on that memory alone, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel his body starting to tremble and by the small shocks he was receiving he knew that his method was working.
Stronger and stronger the emotional stress became and he could feel the power building within him.
The guards must have noticed what he was doing because he could hear the door to his cell opening and the commanding voices of the guards.
"Stop what your doing or we'll shoot!" Threatened a guard, Greg heard the trembling in the undertones and knew that the guard was scared out of his mind.
Greg opened his eyes and looked at the guards in front of him. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.
"Have a nice flight." (Corny I know but I just had to say it!)
With a burst of power that literally shot out of him in waves, colliding against the two guards who flew back and smacked against the walls of the cell, knocking them out. Greg trudged over to the two fallen men and got down on his knees, rather awkwardly from being restrained by the ankles to his wrists, and searched their clothing for keys to the restraints. He found what he was looking for in the coat pocket of the man who had threatened to shoot him.
Taking the key he slid it into the restraints at the key sized hole on the sides of the cuffs. The pitching squall of an alarm went off and he knew he didn't have very long before a swarm of military soldiers came so he stalked out of the room.
As soon as he walked out of the room he was met with a group of soldiers who had come to find out what had set the alarm off.
"Freeze!" One of them shouted, but there was no way Greg was going to freeze.
Once again focusing, he managed to have the energy come up quicker and the effect was the soldiers in front of him rolling down the hall and stopping at the end of the hallway. They were in too much of a daze to pick up their weapons and fire so they were forced to watch as Greg walked past them and continued on his mission to find and kill the man who was the reason for his torment.
The General.
Greg found his way to the base of the hangar, stopping in the middle of the hangar with a crazed looked in his eyes.
"Show you're fucking face General!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Like clockwork Greg found himself being surrounded by soldiers with all their weapons trained on him. He looked around at them and shouted one last time. "Show your face you coward!"
"I'm right here Mr. Sanders."
~Nick and everyone else in the briefing room~
After finding out where Greg was being kept and a few other details, like what the hell those lunatics were doing to him. Nick had gathered everyone in the briefing room to discuss a plan on how to get Greg back. Tracy had gone home, back to Mississippi to get away from the horrendous job that she had been doing and to hug her family so tight like it was the end of the world.
"Now that we know where Greg is being kept we have to make a fool proof plan on getting him out of there. Nick, Warrick and Catherine are going to take one of the TAHOES and Sara, Korey and I are going to take the other. Brass and his men are going to be leading the way and as soon as we reach the hangar, we are going to wait until SWAT is in position before storming into the building and finding Greg. I'm going to warn everyone now that what may find is not going to be pretty. Korey I'm going to need you to stay in the van and remain in there because you're a civilian, but if we need your help someone will come out and get you. Does everyone understand?" Grissom asked them all.
Everyone nodded in understanding.
"I need to know what we could possibly be dealing with Korey." He requested, turning to her.
Korey hesitated on answering and when she did she met him full on. "I'm not going to lie to you; Greg could be dead by the time we get there…or worse." Nick looked down at the table, his hands clenched to fists beneath it.
"But he could also be fighting. From past experience when Greg became extremely agitated or angry he became a completely different person, a very dangerous person, so I would advise everyone to have their weapons ready, because he'll most likely not recognize you and with his father not here to stop him." She looked directly at Nick when she spoke again. "If we're already too late and Greg is…completely gone, we're going to have to put him down permanently." she stated.
Nick squeezed his eyes shut, squeezing his fists so hard that his knuckles actually popped, but he didn't even notice the pain, because the pain in his heart was even worse. He didn't have it in him to kill Greg; he loved him too damn much! But deep down he knew that Greg would want him to put him out of his misery as sick as it sounded, but he knew for a fact that Greg would not want to live a life where he did nothing but kill.
"Now that everyone has they're assignments let's head out!"
~Back in the hangar~
Greg whipped around and found the General had entered the circle, standing not three feet away from him.
Without another word Greg lifted his hands and before the soldiers could get a shot off, Greg sent them flying back and they were either knocked out cold or too disoriented to get back up.
The General actually had a look of panic across his features before he schooled it back into indifference, snatching his gun out of his holster, aiming it right for Greg.
Greg simply laughed and smacked the gun out of his hand, grabbing him by the throat, cutting off his air supplies. The General looked deep into Greg's dark eyes, terrified to see that Greg's eyes were almost completely black and he could swear that he saw the gates of hell burning in his irises.
"I'm going to enjoy strangling the life out of you." Greg hissed in his face. The General's eyes practically popped out of his eye sockets and his face was starting to turn a nice blue-magenta.
While this was going on the entire hangar was shaking like a jumping house at a child's birthday party, while the scientists and some cowardly soldiers were running for their lives.
Greg didn't notice any of this going on, he was too far gone in his mind to even comprehend that he was about to commit murder and the fact that the hangar was in danger of collapsing right on top of them.
"You wanted a monster General, well here's your monster!" With one final squeeze the General's neck was broken in Greg's hand, carelessly dropping his body to the ground beneath him.
The few soldiers that stayed behind watched in horror as their General was killed, raising their weapons, aiming for his murderer.
Greg stared down at the General in morbid fascination until he heard the first click of a firearm. He looked up, glancing round at the weapons aimed upon him
It was only a millisecond later that they opened fire, giving Greg only a millisecond to duck to the ground. In a moment of desperation Greg managed to make all their weapons rise up from their arms and float all the way up to the top of the hangar, where debris was starting to come down in chunks from the quaking building.
Seeing as they had no weapons to fight this monstrosity with, they only had one option: Run like hell!
All the soldiers dashed out of the hangar like the cowards they were, leaving Greg standing alone in the middle of a slowly collapsing hangar, stood over the dead body of one General Malcolm Thomas.
As Greg was staring down at the General, Dr. Wesley had managed to sneak up behind him, holding a sedative that would knock him out. Just as he was about to plunge the needle into Greg's neck, Greg whipped around and snapped his neck to the side. Dr. Wesley collapsed right next to the General; both with unstaring eyes looking up at the heavens.
But there was no way that those two would be going to heaven!
It was with this last kill that something in Greg snapped and he shouted to the heavens above in rage. He had become what he swore he would never become, a monster!
Two people he had killed, albeit both men in ways deserve their deaths, but he had been the one to inflict the death sentence on them. The last time he had killed someone was Demetrius James, but that had been in self-defense, but this time he had killed in pure, blinded rage and the worst part of it all was that he had enjoyed it. Watching the life leave their eyes, their last sputtering breath, snapping of their necks and their bodies thumping to the ground. Never to move again.
With all the rage he was feeling the hangar shook even more and the walls were actually starting to collapse in on themselves and the time the building had left standing was only seconds.
Greg had now sunk down to his knees, still shouting, his screams horse but agonizing, revealing all the anger, sadness and regret he was feeling at what he had become. Some might say what he did was right, those two men deserved to die, and yes Greg would be inclined to agree with them, but he didn't want to have the guilt of two more deaths on his hands. One was all ready enough to make him have nightmares of the blank expression on Demetrius' face and the never ending beep of the heart monitor that had been hooked up to him.
But the worst part had been the screams and hateful words Demetrius' mother and brother had thrown at him. The word Aaron James had called him was a 100% true now:
'Killer'
And with that last thought, floating through his grief stricken mind the walls of the hangar finally collapsed and the severely damaged roof fell right on top of him.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I really encourage any who read to review because reviews motivate me to write better and faster so please review! I am begging you!
