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Nick ejected the video and hid it in the cabinet. Nick did not know what to do! Should he tell Grissom??
Maybe it was a bad idea…to work alone…Nick thought.
He walked down the hall. He was going to tell Grissom. Of course, he would be yelled at. Of course, Warrick would get in trouble two, but his friends' lives were at stake.
He turned the corner and passed the lab. He stopped. That was strange. No loud music came from the room. The lights were off.
That would have been ok. If Greg's shift didn't end for 3 more hours. Nick opened the door and peered inside.
"Greg?" he asked.
He flipped the lights on.
"Damn" he thought. What if…what if he took Greg…I mean Greg was his best friend…
Then he saw something that made his heart jump. He felt like an ice cube just went down his stomach. Blood…Blood was splattered all over the floor. And in the mist of the blood was an envelope. Nick knew what it was before he even opened it. He knew his best friend was in deep shit.
He picked up the blood soaked letter and opened it slowly. He was unaware that his heart was beating 3 times its usual rate. He opened the envelope and read:
Nick,
I have your best friend. Greg is it? He's mine. But, the thing is I don't want him, I want you. So chose Nick, your own pathetic life or the precious life of a friend. Of course, there is no doubt, what you will pick. Selfish Nicky, he chooses his own over a friend. Or will you? Come to the abandoned hotel on Harrington Dr. Hopefully there you will find your friend.
"Nick?"
Nick jumped. He turned and saw Grissom in the door.
"I need to talk to you about the case." Grissom started. "I know your not working with Warrick…"
"Grissom, now's not the time… there's something I need to tell you."
"If its about the case Nick, its doesn't matter cause I handed it over to Warrick. Your working with me.'
"IS that ALL YOU CARE ABOUT? THE CASE? WORK? DID YOU EVEN PAUSE TO RELIZE THAT GREG ISN'T HERE?"
Nick stormed passed Grissom. He was angry. His friend was kidnapped and all Grissom cared about was the case.
Well Nick said a voice in his head You can't expect him to read your mind! He didn't know.
Guilt swam through Nick. I should of told him, instead of blowing up at him. Oh well, his friend was in danger and that is all Nick cared about now.
"Hold on Greg. I'm coming"
Greg head hurt. That's all he could think about was the pain. He looked around and saw he was in a room. It looked like a hotel room. A really old hotel room, god did it smell.
Greg tried to turn around but pain seized him again. He was bound tightly. Ankles and wrist to a chair.
'Damn' he thought. He tried to remember what happened. He was in the lab. He heard something behind him and everything went black. So, why in hell did his head hurt so much?
CREAKThe door opened and a man walked in.
"Hello Greg~" the man said.
"How… how do you know…" he tried to form a sentence but his head was throbbing.
"How did I know your name?" the man asked. " Simple. You're a friend of Nicks. And hello… you kind of wear a nametag. Gosh, are all of you CSI's this stupid?"
Greg felt angry storm up inside him. He wasn't a CSI, he was a lab tech. And he sure as hell wasn't dumb.
"What do you…. want…with nick?" Greg stuttered out.
"Lets just say he has to chose. Himself or you." The man said.
Oh no Greg thought Nick surely would risk his life for Greg. Shit. How am I gonna get out of here?
Nick zoomed down the road in his car. "Harrington…were is that road?"
He finally pulled up to a hotel. He parked the car and walked nervously inside to the lobby. If you called it a lobby.
The place was so torn down and rusty, that it was hard to tell this had once been a popular hotel.
"So, Nick you decided to arrive." A voice came from the stairs.
"John," Nick answered. " Where's Greg?"
"Up here." John turned and walked up the steps. Nick gulped and slowly followed.
The made there way up the creaky stairs and turned into a hallway. John stopped at 23 and pushed the door open. Nick gazed inside and saw Greg tied to a chair and his head covered in dried blood.
'Oh god!' Nick yelled. He ran over to Greg. "Greg? Greg!!"
Nick was at his side, praying hopefully that he was still alive.
Greg slowly lifted his head.
"Nick, leave…it's a…" Greg started. But what it was Nick never found out, because a slam startled the both of them. John locked the old rusty door and turned towards the door.
"Ok down to business.' He pulled out a shinny revolver. " Which one dies first?"
Nick looked around. There was no way out. The window was barricaded and John was blocking the door. Shit why didn't he tell Grissom?
"What do you mean first?" Greg said.
" You said that…' Nick started.
"Ok, ok," John said. He looked inpatient. ' Lets get this over with." Nick noticed that John glanced at his watch.
"Ok Nick who do you choose….."
