"So I want you guys to take this seriously, this is my team's life on the line!" Grissom ordered, to Ecklie's day shift that took the case.

The five of them went to work, work on the footprints, the blood on the window and the crushed apple on the floor.

Ecklie walked up to Grissom, "Hey uh…. don't worry we'll get them back." Ecklie tried to assure.

Grissom gave a weak smile, "Thanks."

Ecklie nodded and put his mad face back on and started yelling at his team.

Grissom walked down to his office, Brass saw him and followed him into the office, shutting the door behind them.

"It's okay Grissom, we'll find them!" Brass tried to reassure.

Grissom waved a hand and sat in his chair, "I already miss them, I shouldn't have let them done that."

"Maybe those guys were the actual objective, I mean these guys killed everybody else."

Grissom looked at Brass, "You're right, but we have one problem, we have no idea what these guys want."

Nick opened his eyes slowly; his left temple was hurting like hell. He went to bring his hand up to rub it, but then realized that his other arm followed. His writs were bound together.  That caused him to jerk awake. He saw his surroundings. Catherine and Greg were next to him, slumped onto the floor. Warrick and Sara were mostly near Catherine, still unconscious.

"Greg!" Nick whispered, since Greg was the nearest and he did not want to be loud and have the kidnappers to come in.

Greg fumbled with his eyelids, "Uhh??" He mumbled. He opened his eyes and looked at Nick, and then he shut them again, as if he was going to fall back asleep.

"Greg."

Greg's eyes shot open and he got up into a sitting position.

He turned to Nick, "Where the hell are we? What happened?"

"I don't know, I think we were kidnapped." Nick said, calmly.

Greg looked around, "Where's Grissom?"

Nick shrugged his shoulders. He started to get a better look of the room. It seems like a huge room, no windows, no furniture and a lamp hang from the ceiling, giving the room a little light.

"I don' t know, but I think we're not in a shack, I think we're in a mansion or something." Nick said.

Greg sighed and tried to get his ropes lose, then he realized a cut on his shoulder, it was fresh but was all dried up now. They heard a moan. Nick and Greg jerked their heads towards the awaking Catherine. She quickly got up in a sitting position as Greg just had and looked around the room.

"Who kidnapped us?" Catherine asked.

"Probably the ninja killers..." Greg suggested.

Catherine and Nick glared their eyes at him. No matter what situation they were in Greg always had a sense of humor.

"Probably." Nick agreed.

They heard a big bang and some yelling.

"What do they want?" Catherine wondered.

"I don't know." Greg said, listening to the shouts outside, "But I have a feeling we're in some deep, deep shit."

Grissom was checking his door for prints, other than his own and Brass. He just did the window a few seconds ago but had no such luck.

"Maybe they wore gloves..." Brass guessed, walking towards him.

"Worth a shot." Grissom said and threw his brush down.

"Grissom!" Ecklie shouted, he walked towards him, "We got a few footprints, they are the old black navy boots that came out in Nevada seven years ago."

"That's good, it narrows down our search a little."

"The apple found on the floor had salvia on it. It was Nick's."

Grissom nodded, knowing Nick always was eating an apple in here.

"And the blood found smeared on the DNA glass window...uh...it's Greg's."

"Greg?" Grissom shouted, "That's great, one of my team members is probably bleeding to death right now!"

"Grissom, listen-"

Ring-Ring-Ring

Grissom sighed and answered his cell phone, "Grissom."

"Grissom, just the guy I wanted to hear...I have your co-workers!" a voice on the other end sneered.

"What do you want?"

"Want?" The guy mocked, "I want you Grissom, but what I love to do is to torture the people I want to kill before I do kill them."

"Who are you?"

"Grissom, Grissom, Grissom!" The guy teased, "Don't you remember this voice?"

"No." Grissom said.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, that really hurts."

"Let them go!" Grissom snarled.

" It's time to play with your heart Grissom. I'm intentionly going to kill all of your friends however I'll be fair with you. Pick one person and I won't kill that one."

"Listen..."

"Who will it be Grissom, out of the five who would you save?"

Grissom did not say anything, he wanted to save them all...maybe Catherine since she has a kid...or Greg since he is the youngest...

"If you don't choose, I'll kill them off one by one until you do..."

"Leave them alone! Please it's me you want!"

"What about that spiked hair kid, I heard he likes Marilyn Manson...but isn't he like twenty or something...oh Grissom you don't want to hear him scream don't ya, you don't want to hear him die in pain because of you." The voice sneered.

"No but..."

"Who do you choose?" The voice pressured Grissom.

"I...choose…"

"Oh god, your wasting my phone bill, make up your mind!"

"It's me you want, not my team!"

"Fine..."

Grissom started to say something but he heard foot stomping on the other end. He heard a door creak open. He heard wrestling against the phone. He heard somebody whimper.

"Oh look at this kid's face..." The man laughed, "He's so scared."

Bang! "AAAHH!"

Dial-Tone