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Chapter 14

As Nick and Grissom drove to the house where they thought Jason was at, Nick kept wondering if leaving Greg behind was a good idea. "Don't you think maybe taking Greg with us would have helped our chances?" asked Nick.

"He's emotionally involved and Jason is after him. Put two and two together, you have a disaster waiting to happen," explained Grissom.

"So, how did you find this place?"

"Well, how do you blow up your own home and not have a back-up home, especially when you have a captive? So, I checked Jason's financial records and found that he bought a second home just recently in Carson City. I'm pretty sure that that is where he is holding Alex and is hiding out."

"But I thought we weren't suppose to follow hunches," said Nick.

"Well, this is different. Another reason I didn't want Greg coming; I didn't want to get his hopes up."

Nick nodded and sat back in Grissom's car as they continued their long drive to Carson City.

Finally, the duo had arrived at Jason's new house. With caution and their guns drawn, they walked up to the door. Grissom knocked n the door. "Jason, it's Gil Grissom from the Crime Lab, I would like to talk to you."

No answer. Grissom turned and looked at Nick. "Jason, please open up."

Still no answer. Deciding that they had no other choice, Grissom turned the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. Slowly, they walked inside. Boxes lined the walls, indicating that Jason had in fact, just moved into the house. For protection, they kept their guns drawn and swept the rooms with it. The house was fairly small for what they expected, but how was a hard-time killer and kidnapper supposed to find time for a job for a big house in Carson City? After sweeping all the rooms, they were about to walk out the door when they heard a gun click behind them and an eerie voice behind them say, "Drop your weapons."

Slowly, they turned around and saw Jason Ferris standing there with a gun pointed at them. "Look, Jason…we just want to talk," explained Grissom calmly.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"All we want to do is ask you a few questions," replied Nick.

"No…I know what you guys are doing here. You're here to arrest me for killing the Jennings and the Sanders and kidnapping Alex Jennings. But I'm not going in that easily. Don't move."

Grissom and Nick exchanged glances and Jason reached behind the kitchen wall and pulled on something. Out from hiding came someone bound and a hood pulled over their face. "You should keep better track of your team, Grissom," said Ferris as he pulled the hood off to reveal Greg Sanders bound and gagged.

Earlier That Day…

After watching Grissom and Nick leave the lab to head to Carson City, Greg ran to the CSI garage and got into his Denali. He then pulled up to the entrance and watched for Grissom's car to pass. After he saw the Ford Explorer pass, he slowly pulled out from the garage and began to follow the car. Greg knew that if he got too close that they would recognize his Denali and realize that someone was following them, so he stayed a good several yards away from Grissom's car where they couldn't recognize him but he could still keep track of where they were going. The vast desert that connected the two cities was extremely hot, even if someone was in an air-conditioned car. But finally, they had reached Carson City and he began to follow Grissom into the neighborhood, but that's when he heard his tire explode. "What the…?"

Slowly, Greg got out of his car and went to check out the flat. Sure enough, the tire had exploded and there was nothing left except for the axel. But what didn't make sense was that a tire didn't just explode for some random reason; someone had to have shot it out. Before he could figure it out, he felt a cold piece of metal against the back of his neck. "It's great to see you…Greg Sanders."

Greg slowly turned around and saw Jason standing there. "How long has it been Greg? Twenty years since I last saw you?"

"How did you know…?"

"That it was you? You looked just like your father," laughed Jason as he pulled Greg up and guided Greg into the back of his car. After pushing Greg in, he took out a rope and bound Greg's hands behind his back. He then pulled out a black rag and gagged Greg. "Why don't we go visit your friends?" laughed Jason as he got into the front seat and headed to his new house.

When they walked into Jason's house, Jason shoved Greg against the kitchen wall and peered around the corner. Sure enough, Grissom and Nick were just beginning to walk out. Slowly, Jason took a potato sack from the cupboard and shoved it over Greg's head. "Stay here."

Then Jason walked out and cocked the gun. "Don't move."

"Greg?" asked Grissom and Nick in unison.

Even gagged, Greg gave a little smirk. "I found him following you guys here. Now, drop your weapons or I shoot him in front of you."

Nick and Grissom didn't budge. Jason shoved the gun harder into Greg's head, causing him to wince. "NOW!"

Slowly, they brought their guns to the floor and stood up with their hands up in surrender. "Good, now walk down to the basement."

Figuring they had no choice, Nick and Grissom began walking down to the basement. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they saw a brunette sixteen year old girl huddled in the corner. "Is that…?"

"Alex Jennings…yep," replied Jason. Quickly, Grissom and Nick rushed up to her to make sure she was alright while Jason untied and un-gagged Greg, pushing him towards his pals. "Have a nice day," laughed Jason as he walked up the stairs and locked the door behind him.

After the door was locked, Greg slowly got up and walked to the other side of the room, away from Grissom and Nick. He knew what was going to happen next, and surly, it did. "What the hell were you doing Greg?" yelled Nick.

But Greg kept his back turned and didn't look. "We told you to stay behind you and go behind our backs and followed us here. Look what happened!" shouted Nick.

"Nick…" started Grissom.

"Why can't you just listen…?"

"NICK!"

Nick stopped and turned back around and looked at Grissom. "Give him a break, why don't you," said Grissom as he tried to talk to Alex.

Nick turned and looked at Greg. Greg was sitting facing the wall rubbing his sore wrists where the ropes were tied. Nick was right; it was his fault they were all down there. Why didn't he listen? Greg turned and looked at Nick. "I'm sorry guys."

"You don't have to be sorry. It wasn't your fault," explained Grissom.

"Yes it is. If I didn't follow you guys, then you would still have your guns and wouldn't be in this mess. I'm just a screw-up."

Nick quickly stood up and slapped Greg across the face. "OW! What was that for?" yelled Greg.

"Snap out of it! You're not a screw-up. You're a great CSI and we're going to get out of this mess, you got that?"

Greg nodded and rubbed his cheek. Nick sat back down and crossed his arms across his chest as Grissom continued to comfort Alex. All four of the captives were waiting for what was to come next.

TBC…

I know the ending is kinda corny, but I couldn't think of a way to end it. Please tell me what you think!