Grissom stood there in shock silent.

Ecklie and Brass stared at him. 

"Was that the kidnapper?" Brass asked.

"What happened?!" Ecklie demanded.

"I think….I think he shot Greg." Grissom whispered.

"What?!" Ecklie and Brass exclaimed.

"All I know is that this is an ex-con, someone I've putted in jail before."

"And we have nothing on this guy!" Brass yelled.

Grissom looked up at him, "Yes we do."

Brass and Ecklie stared at him

 "We have his voice."

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Greg screamed as he jerked away from the guy's grip. He felt something graze his back and hit the floor.

"GREG!" Catherine and Nick screamed.

The bearded man glared at the wound, "Oh Greg right, that's your name, it's okay I only grazed you, but next time you won't be so lucky!" He sneered.

"What do you want?!" Nick questioned.

"Want?" The man laughed as he dropped Greg to the floor. The laugh was so evil, that it sent shivers down Nick's spine. He walked towards Nick and bend down and whispered coldly into his ear, "I want revenge…"

Nick glared up at him. "You…sick son of a bitch!"

The man got up and grinned, "Call me all you want but you want to make sure I don't lose my temper or I'll kill one of you, for sure!"

He stormed away from Nick, out of the prisoners' room and slammed the door shut.

"Greg?" Nick said, he crawled over to him.

"I'm okay…" Greg moaned.

"Greg?!" Warrick exclaimed. He and Sara were stirring up as they heard the shot.

"I'm fine, don't worry, just hurts a little." Greg said.

Catherine looked down as she felt something warm touch her. She glances down as she caught something red. Something liquidly red; blood. She also saw a bullet rolled towards her hand.

"You're bleeding!" Catherine exclaimed.

 As she crawled closer to him, she realized the wound at the lower part of his left shoulder. The graze is about a centimeter deep she thought, glad it wasn't bad as she thought it would be.

"What if we never get out of here?" Greg wondered, as pain shot through his left shoulder.

"We will," Nick comfortably said, "We will get out of here." Hopefully he added quietly.

"Now eliminate those people without a police record." Grissom ordered.

He was eliminating the seventy people who owned the Navy Blue boots that came out seven years ago and finally narrowed it two. Now, he can find that person's interrogation tape and match his voice.

"Two matches." Jacqui said.

Grissom smiled, "Can you bring theirs id's onto the screen."

"Be happy to." She said, she typed a few keys on her keyboard and two popup screens appeared. One name is Frank Banister and the other name is Yasso Grisaille.

"Well, Frank Banister been in prison for two years and counting. The other, Yasso, was release last week." Jacqui shook her head, "Yasso, doesn't he sound familiar to you?" she asked.

Grissom thought hard for a second, then his thinking face turned to a shock.

"Yasso…." He turns and faces Jacqui, "I sent him to jail as a rookie because I found his DNA on the knife," Grissom paused as the memory dawn back to him, " He would have gotten away…"

Jacqui gave him a that's bad  face.

"Guess his twenty-five years are up." Grissom growled.

The door burst opened, and the four CSIs looked up, seeing Yasso and four goons behind him.

"Hello my fellow companions, are you guys comfortable?" Yasso, the bearded man sneered. They did not reply, instead they just stared back. Yasso smiled and he headed towards Greg and grabbed him up by the collar of his shirt.

"I guess the youngest goes first!" he laughed.

  He threw Greg to the four goons and they pulled Greg out of the room. Being all tied up and feeling helpless Nick yelled, "What are you doing?"

Yasso kicked Nick in the stomach then pulled him up so that they were face to face, "We're going to do a little body dump for your boss and see how he'll react this time!"

Nick glared at him before Yasso threw him back onto the ground and left the room once again, slamming the door and leaving the four CSIs with no hope.