Hey everyone, sorry it's taken me so long to update this story. I'm just letting you all know that my New Year's resolution is to finish at least one of my ongoing stories, and I have the finale for this story all lined up. All I have to do now is to write it down. Anyway, here's a fix for your addiction.

Chapter 14

David led his siblings down to Rosetta Gardens, hoping that the Las Vegas Crime Lab was awaiting them. The thought Nick and…well, biologically Danny, but in reality, Greg, being stuck with that maniac and his minion haunted them. Lord knows what Thomas Sanders had in store for their two brothers. When they had arrived at the majestic and beautiful gardens that they use to play in as children, they witnessed a large black Chevy Tahoe surrounded by five people. "Is that them?" asked Laura.

"I think so," replied David as he walked up to the group. As he did so, the older man walked up to meet him. "Are you David Stokes?" he asked.

"Yes, I am. Are you Gil Grissom?"

"I certainly hope so. Are these your siblings?"

"Yes. This is Billy, Gracie, Laura and Jacob."

"Well, it's a pleasure meeting you. This is Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown, and Captain Jim Brass. Now, you say that Nick and Greg are in trouble?"

After giving a correct nod, the Stokes children went on to explaining the recent events. After their account of what had just happened came to an end, Warrick asked, "Wait, so you're telling me that Nick and Greg are related?"

"DNA confirms it," replied Grissom.

"You knew?" asked Catherine.

"Nick asked me to run a DNA comparison against his and Greg's DNA and they share seven markers in common."

"And you didn't tell us because…?" asked Sara.

"Because it wasn't for me to share."

"Why don't we save this for another time? Now, where is this place that Thomas Sanders is keeping Stokes and Sanders…or Stokes?" asked Brass.

"Follow us," smiled Laura and Gracie in unison s they ran back up to the Stokes mansion. As everyone followed the Stokes', Grissom turned to Brass and ordered, "Take the car and follow us as best as you can."

Brass nodded in compliance and got into the vehicle as Grissom followed the group up towards the foreboding place.

When Nick woke up, he found that he was down back in the cellar of his childhood home. Slowly, he sat up, only to find that he was alone. "Greg?" he asked.

But there came no answer. "Greg, this isn't funny!"

But still, no answer. Nick could hear is heart thumping in his ears. Where was Greg? Where was his brother? "GREG!"

If Sanders had his slimy hands on Greg or worse, there was going to be hell to pay. No one gets away with harming his family without going through him first. Nick was just about to go beat on the cellar door when he heard a muffled moan come from a darker side of the room. When he looked over, he heard a familiar voice say, "Jeez Nick, do you have to be so damn loud?"

It could only have been one person. "God Greggo, don't EVER do that to me again," sighed Nick as Greg slowly sat up and squinted at Nick.

"Yeah, well next time let's hope we're not down in Texas with a maniac sitting just upstairs."

"Deal," laughed Nick as he went over and sat down next to Greg. "So, how are you feeling?"

"Nick, please don't baby me. That's the LAST thing I want to happen right now."

"I thought dying was."

"Yeah, well, that too."

Man it was good to have the good Greg back. Nick really needed to have some humor in his life after the very recent events. "So, what's your plan then, Nicky?"

Nick turned and looked at Greg. "What do you mean?"

"Please don't tell me you ran over to save my life without a plan, did you?"

"Actually, I expected us to be on our way back to Vegas right now with the guys."

"What, in that tiny car of yours? With all of us in there, Thomas could run faster than us."

There was a little more laughter until the door opened and Thomas Sanders came walking back down the stairs. "Morning, boys."

Both Nick and Greg stood up, ready to defend themselves against anything Sanders had up his sleeve. "What do you want?" asked Nick in a very tough manner.

"Now, now, is that tone really necessary."

"I think it is," muttered Greg.

Sanders shot him an evil look and sneered, "How dare you go against me? After I raised you, fed you, gave you a house to live in!"

"Actually, you didn't have to do that. You STOLE me, remember!" shouted Greg.

Sanders was about to go and slap Greg when Nick blocked him. "Hm, very well. Do exactly what you've always done then, Stokes; protect your younger brother. But where were you when they were being taken from right under your nose? Hiding in the closet, were we? How pathetic. And now you're trying to make up for it by protecting Danny, are you? I think it's a bit late for that!"

The blood flowing through Nick's veins was boiling now. His face became flustered and before he knew what he was doing, he flew a punch and hit Sanders straight in the jaw. Greg stood aback in shock at the rage that Nick had just exhibited. Normally, Nick kept his cool. It was very unlike him to go and attack someone over words. But that punch didn't help matters a bit. Sanders returned the favor by punching Nick in the jaw as well. As Nick staggered back, Greg caught him only to fall against the wall with Nick's muscular body crushing him. "Well, I see we're in no mood to talk. I'll just come back later when you've had some time to cool off."

And with that, Sanders climbed the stairs once more, rubbing his aching jaw. As soon as the door was closed, Greg pushed Nick off of him and asked, "Where the hell did that come from?"

"That's a good question, G," smiled Nick as he rubbed his aching jaw and fell back against the wall once more. "Well, we'd better hope we get more of that or we might not make it through the next meeting," replied Greg.

Nick just nodded as he stared at the door that separated them from the free world.

TBC…

Well, there you go. I'll try to get the next chapter up a lot sooner than four months. Please R&R!