A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews! My computer hasn't let me online, stupid server! Anyway, I'm back now! Please review. Oh, and don't worry, I won't kill my Nicky! Oh, and I didn't want to change the rating, but there is one naughty word.

* * * (At CSI HQ)

"Hey, Cath, do you think you can cover for me?" Nick asked. He looked at the clock again. So far, he hadn't mentioned Celeste. This was his battle, and he didn't want Grissom or Catherine interfering.

"Why?" She asked, irritated. Nick hadn't sit still all shift, and it was driving her nuts. He kept looking at the clock, and being very furtive.

"Please, I just need you to."

"That's vague," she said, "I guess. Are you in trouble?"

"No. I'm not in trouble," he smiled at how protective Catherine could be with him and Warrick. Then again, Grissom was the same way with her and Sara.

"Are you sure?" Catherine asked.

"No, I'm fine." Nick stood up, prepared to leave the breakroom, "Thanks."

"No problem, you owe me," Catherine threatened playfully.

"Next time you need a sitter for Lindsey, I'm there." Nick promised, 'If I make it back, that is,' he added silently to himself.

"You can tell me, if there's anything wrong."

"Thanks," Nick said, halfway out the door.

"Is this about Nigel?" She asked. Nick continued walking as though he didn't hear.

* * * (Where Nigel is keeping Celeste)

Celeste groaned as the bright sunlight assaulted her eyes. She opened them slowly before closing them and groaning again. She tried to sit up, "Damn," she muttered, realizing it hurt to move.

Celeste took a deep breath and opened her eyes, letting them get used to the bright light. She tried to remember what had happened during the past few hours, but couldn't. She looked around and realized she was in a different room, and that she was now lying on a bed, rather than the floor. The bed wasn't comfy, but it was better than the cold, cement floor. She also realized she was secured to the bed, with a coarse rope. She sighed, and wondered if this was some elaborate practical joke Nick had come up with, to get revenge for all the childish things she had ever done to him. 'If it is,' she thought, 'it's not funny.'

Celeste sighed and tried to remember what had happened last night. Obviously, he had transported her into this room, but what happened after that? Celeste heard a noise outside the door and paused to listen closely. She could hear voices, but couldn't tell who or what they were saying. She shook her head and tried to free herself from the restraints.

Soon, the visitor left, she heard the door slam. Trying to escape the ropes was impossible, she decided she stopped trying to free herself. Her wrists burned where the ropes had burned her wrists. She wondered when her brother would find her, if he came. 'He'll come,' she told herself repeatedly. But as the hours passed, she wasn't so sure.

TBC.

A/N: No, the visitor, obviously wasn't her brother. . . Nigel's accomplice maybe. . . I don't know. Please review!