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Greg was in pain. He was in beyond pain. He must have at least fifty whip marks on his front and back. Now he was lying in a vehicle, blood running everywhere. He did not know why, but he had a feeling that he was going to die. That was when he heard Fred yell, "Guess you're all too late, as always!"
Then he realizes it. His friends were coming after them. He started to let out a small sigh of relief that his friends were on him but immediately regretted it as he felt pain in his rips. He let out a small groan at the pain.
"What's the matter? Greggy not feeling well?" Fred joked.
Greg snarled at him, "Go to hell!"
Fred turned around and face the bleeding Greg in the back.
"Don't say that Greg!"
"Where are we going?" Greg questioned.
Fred looked back at the road still driving. Then he replied, "You know, body dump."
Greg widens his eyes.
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Fred parked the car in the alleyway, an alleyway that was almost similar to the event seven years ago, however not the same one. He got out of the SUV, pulled Greg out and dragged him over to a small corner.
"I guess we'll be even, I shoot you in the left shoulder and I'll leave you here for dead."
He laughed at Greg.
Greg just cast him an evil glare and said nothing.
Fred threw Greg to the ground and pointed a gun at him. "Say goodbye Greg, it's going to be a long painful way to death!" He started to aim at Greg's right shoulder. BANG!
Fred stood, confuse. That did not come from his gun.
"PUT YOUR HAND UP!" several police officers yelled, running down the alleyway. However, before they could reach Fred, Fred took off at high speed. The officers kept running but one stayed back and tended Greg, who immediately recognized the officer as Brass.
"Brass…" he moaned.
"It's okay Greg, are you alright?" Brass asked.
"Feel like hay rider ran over me…" he joked.
"I NEED PARADERMICS OVER HERE NOW!" Brass yelled.
Greg looked up to see four paradermics and the five CSIs run towards him. One of the paradermics was wheeling a gurney.
"GREG!" the CSIs shouted.
"Thanks Brass for getting there on time." Grissom thanks, as the paradermics helped Greg onto the gurney.
"Are you alright?" Catherine asks.
"I'm fine, I'll be fine…just catch the son of a bitch…" Greg said before he went unconscious.
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The five CSIs waited in the hospital waiting room on Greg's condition. They were all sad, and Grissom was afraid to tell Greg the bad news.
"Mr. Grissom?" a doctor asked.
Grissom got up and walked up to the doctor as well as the others.
"Mr Sanders is fine, he got a few blood lost but he should be fine. We can release him in about a few hours. There are bruises all around him, his stomach, his back, even his neck. I'm surprise that the little guy made it through.."
"Can he go to work?" Grissom asked.
"Not for a day or two…" the doctor said.
"Thank you, can we see him?"
The doctor nodded, "Sure you all can see him now."
Grissom turn around and notice the four CSIs standing behind for the first time.
"I'll show you his room." The doctor said and he led them through the hallways.
Then came upon a small room, and Greg was lying on the bed. Awake and alert.
"Hey guys." Greg greeted as they came into the room.
"Hey Greg! Whats up!" they said.
"Did you guys catch Fred?" he asks.
A eerie silence came and then Grissom finally spoke up, "No, he got away, I'm sorry…"
"But that would mean…" Greg started.
But he stopped. The others knew what he was going to say. He was going to say But that would mean, Fred is still trying to get me.
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