A/N: Wow! I've had major writer's block, (At least with this story!) But I have like 5 ideas for new stories, but I refuse to post those until these 3 that I have still in progress are finished! Anyway, sorry about the delay, but good things are worth waiting for. (Not that this is good, but.) As always, R&R!

Spoilers: This whole story is a spoiler to 'Stalker' but this chapter has actual flashbacks from that episode. If the quotes aren't exactly right, I'm sorry, It's been a couple of days since I've seen that ep. On the plus side, I finally got to see the Green T!!! *~*~*~*~*

Nick shut off his car and sighed. He looked up at the old house where Nigel was keeping his sister. Nick thought about his last encounter with Nigel.

*Flashback*

"Stand up. Stand up, Nick." Nick stood across from Nigel, who held his gun. "Do you know what a nine-millimeter does to a skull at close range?" Nigel asked. Nick took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah."

"Blows it apart, right?" Nigel said, the gun still trained on Nick. "Little pieces of bone, and skull and brains. All swirled together like strawberries and whipped cream." Nick barely listened as Nigel talked. All he was thinking about was wanting to see his friends and family again.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? I want you to be able to remember me!" Nigel yelled. Suddenly he shifted the gun, aiming at his own head. Nick lunged, desperate to keep Nigel from killing himself. Seconds later, the police intercepted and arrested Nigel.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine," Nick assured his coworkers.

* End Flashback*

But he wasn't fine. Everyday, he thought about Nigel and what had happened. That was the second time that someone had held a gun to his head. And his team had saved him both times. He wondered if next time, he'd be that lucky.

* * AT CSI HQ* *

"Where are you going?" Grissom asked Catherine.

"I just have something to do," Catherine said. "Please. I promise to be in an hour early tomorrow."

"Fine. If all your paper work's done," Grissom agreed.

"Yep. See you tomorrow," Catherine said as she hurried out of Grissom's office. Once in her car, Catherine took out the piece of paper she found in Nick's locker. At first, she had felt a pang of guilt for searching through the younger CSI's locker. But after all, she was a professional snooper. If he didn't like it, tough. Catherine sighed as she drove to the address scrawled onto the paper. After this, she'd have to give Nick a lesson in penmanship.

* * * *

Catherine pulled into the driveway and saw the familiar Denali sitting there. She briefly touched her gun, making sure she could reach it in a hurry. She hopped out of the car and hurried to a window. She looked in the window and didn't see anything. Groaning, she ran across to the other side of the house, hoping for another window. Catherine cursed as she saw Nick. He had his back to her and he was sitting in a chair. Upon closer inspection, Catherine realized he was tied to the chair. Since she didn't see Nigel, she knew Nick wasn't in any immediate danger. She briefly thought about a plan of action. Knowing it wouldn't be wise to barge in, she searched for another entrance to the house. She grinned as she found a door leading to the basement.

* * * Inside * * *

"You know, Nicky, You're just too nosy for your own good," Nigel smiled, "Although, that's what I was counting on."

"Let her go," Nick said, "I'm who you want."

"Yes, that's true. But that leads to an interesting point." Nigel paused dramatically.

"Which is?"

"See, I- Well, I could kill you. That would be the easy way to settle this, right?" Nigel held Nick's gun and looked at it in a different angle, "This is a nice gun. I was admiring it last time we met, remember?" Nigel asked.

"I try not to."

"But we both know that doesn't happen."

"Get to your point," Nick snapped. "Then let her go."

"Stop worrying. She's fine. For now."

"If you touch her, I'll-"

"Threats won't get you anywhere, Nicky," Nigel shook his head, "Although, now that I think about it, death would be a little too good for you, right? I mean, I-I could kill you, but that wouldn't be any fun. Especially no- not with this gun. Too quick. But I could. . ." Nigel stopped and abruptly left the room. Nick took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He didn't want Nigel to know how upset he was, although he figured Nigel already knew. Nick sat back and waited.

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A/N: Okay, I was going to try to get this finished, but I have to be at my volunteer gig in half an hour, so I think I'll cut it off here for now. I should have the rest up by the end of the week! As always, please read and review.