Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nothing, nada, zip!

A/N: I like to dedicate this chapter to Lady Lenna cause her bro's games on the internet kicked her for a month!

The CSIs looked at each other.

"Greg?" Nick gasps.

"I never knew Greg witness a body dump." Grissom said.

"I guess none of us knew." Catherine replied.

"Does he know?" Warrick asked, to Sara.

"I don't know…what if the killer…" Sara stopped, "The lounge!" she yelled.

She ran out of the layout room, and the team followed her. They saw her reach the doorway and gasps loudly before they could see the scene. Instead of seeing the kooky spiked hair lab tech drinking his coffee, they were met by a broken pot of Blue Hawaiian and blood on the floor.

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 Pain-

That was what he felt as he awoke from the darkness.

A pain throbbing at the back of his head, and he felt the blood from the wound trickling down the back of his neck. He went to bring his hand up to feel the wound but he found that it was attach to his other arm.

Great I'm tied together and I have no idea who kidnapped me or where the hell I am! He thought.

He heard a door creep open and someone walking down the hall. He then saw before the door slam that he was in a very old jail cell. A jail cell from the 15th century was his guess. He saw the figure stop in front of him. He then saw a light being flicked on and saw that the figure was lighting a candle.

"Hi Greg," the figure said, blowing the candle out.

Greg blinked his eyes a couple times to get a better look at the figure. But the person put the candle in front of his face and sneered, "Remember me Gregory!"

Greg widens his eyes, It can't be!

"Fred?" he gasps out.

"I'm surprise you remember me!" Fred sneer again.

"How could I forget such an ugly face!" Greg insulted.

Fred cast him an evil glare, "I wouldn't insult me if I were you."

"But you're not, let me go!" Greg said, struggling to get the ropes free from his wrist.
"Greg, Greg, Greg!" He laugh, "I'm not going to let you go, you didn't let me go last time, so why should I let you go."

"You killed someone, that's a different story!" Greg snapped.

"You shot me in the goddamn shoulder!!!!!" Fred screamed.

"You were merely lucky." Greg said, "What do you want with me?"

Fred smiled, a smile that Greg didn't like.

" I want to have fun with you, I want revenge, and revenge is sweet…." Fred whispered cruely.

Greg gulped.

He had a bad feeling about this.

A very bad feeling……

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short! I'll try and make the next one longer!