Different tactics
Chapter 2: Found
"Has anyone seen Saunders?" Grissom asked of his four CSI's. At their negative responses he stormed back to his office to try calling the lab tech's house again. He didn't want to let on but he was beginning to worry about Greg. He was never late and always called on the rare times he felt too sick to work. "That's it," Grissom muttered to himself, "I'm going to check on him."
"Catherine," he called to the woman going down the hallway, "I'm going to Greg's house to see why he's late. Can you take care of things here until I get back?"
"Of course Gris," Catherine told him, a look of worry etched on her face. "You don't think it's anything serious do you? We've all been putting in a lot of overtime, especially him, so maybe he's in a really deep sleep."
"You know as well as I do that's just wishful thinking," Grissom put on his coat then reached out a hand to stroke Catherine's face in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sure everything will be fine. He's probably stuck in traffic and forgot his cell phone at home. I'll be back in ten minutes."
Grissom drove in silence for the first few minutes but quickly turned on the radio when his thoughts drifted over to Greg and what could have happened to him. He reached Greg's small two story house in record time and a feeling of fear overcame him as he saw the front door slightly ajar.
"Greg?" Grissom called out as he pushed the door opened. He received no answer so he began to look around for Greg. He finally got to the bedroom where he saw Greg lying on the floor in a small puddle of blood. "Greg!"
Grissom ran over to the unconscious lab tech and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse. There was a note lying on the floor a few feet away from Greg so Grissom picked it up and read it.
To whoever finds Gregory I'm back. Nigel Crane
A wave a nausea hit Grissom but he ignored it. He needed to get Greg to the hospital and warn the others on the team.
"Ow," a soft voice moaned in pain. Grissom looked down and saw that Greg had regained consciousness and was trying to sit up.
"Not so fast Greg," Grissom told the younger man. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Y-yes," Greg's voice was shaky as the memory of what happened flew through his mind. "Nigel Crane w-wants Nick. H-he said he wanted to use m-me against him. If I suf-suffered then he c-could control N-Nick."
Greg was crying by this time as he remembered the last thing he heard Crane say. He now knew what the stalker had meant by those words. Nigel Crane had raped him.
"G-Grissom?" Greg reached out for the older man and clung to his shirt. "I need to get out of this room."
"Okay Greg," Grissom swiftly picked up the younger, lighter man and carried him out to the living room. He set Greg down on the leather couch and then proceeded to look at his injuries. "You need a doctor Greg. This cut looks really bad."
"Anything to get away from here," Greg said shakily. He wanted to get away from his house as fast as possible. He no longer felt safe in his home.
"All right," Grissom picked him up for the second time and carried him out to the Tahoe. He knew Greg was scared. Hell he would be to. But Greg was the youngest member of his team and he definitely felt protective over his team members.
Chapter 2: Found
"Has anyone seen Saunders?" Grissom asked of his four CSI's. At their negative responses he stormed back to his office to try calling the lab tech's house again. He didn't want to let on but he was beginning to worry about Greg. He was never late and always called on the rare times he felt too sick to work. "That's it," Grissom muttered to himself, "I'm going to check on him."
"Catherine," he called to the woman going down the hallway, "I'm going to Greg's house to see why he's late. Can you take care of things here until I get back?"
"Of course Gris," Catherine told him, a look of worry etched on her face. "You don't think it's anything serious do you? We've all been putting in a lot of overtime, especially him, so maybe he's in a really deep sleep."
"You know as well as I do that's just wishful thinking," Grissom put on his coat then reached out a hand to stroke Catherine's face in a gesture of comfort. "I'm sure everything will be fine. He's probably stuck in traffic and forgot his cell phone at home. I'll be back in ten minutes."
Grissom drove in silence for the first few minutes but quickly turned on the radio when his thoughts drifted over to Greg and what could have happened to him. He reached Greg's small two story house in record time and a feeling of fear overcame him as he saw the front door slightly ajar.
"Greg?" Grissom called out as he pushed the door opened. He received no answer so he began to look around for Greg. He finally got to the bedroom where he saw Greg lying on the floor in a small puddle of blood. "Greg!"
Grissom ran over to the unconscious lab tech and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse. There was a note lying on the floor a few feet away from Greg so Grissom picked it up and read it.
To whoever finds Gregory I'm back. Nigel Crane
A wave a nausea hit Grissom but he ignored it. He needed to get Greg to the hospital and warn the others on the team.
"Ow," a soft voice moaned in pain. Grissom looked down and saw that Greg had regained consciousness and was trying to sit up.
"Not so fast Greg," Grissom told the younger man. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Y-yes," Greg's voice was shaky as the memory of what happened flew through his mind. "Nigel Crane w-wants Nick. H-he said he wanted to use m-me against him. If I suf-suffered then he c-could control N-Nick."
Greg was crying by this time as he remembered the last thing he heard Crane say. He now knew what the stalker had meant by those words. Nigel Crane had raped him.
"G-Grissom?" Greg reached out for the older man and clung to his shirt. "I need to get out of this room."
"Okay Greg," Grissom swiftly picked up the younger, lighter man and carried him out to the living room. He set Greg down on the leather couch and then proceeded to look at his injuries. "You need a doctor Greg. This cut looks really bad."
"Anything to get away from here," Greg said shakily. He wanted to get away from his house as fast as possible. He no longer felt safe in his home.
"All right," Grissom picked him up for the second time and carried him out to the Tahoe. He knew Greg was scared. Hell he would be to. But Greg was the youngest member of his team and he definitely felt protective over his team members.