Pain.

That was all that Greg felt as he lied on the floor of the van. He felt pain all over his body as if even single bone was broken and ripped in half. Greg let out a moan as the van hit a bump as the floor pierce his wounds. Yasso, whom was sitting on the floor next to him, looked at him and laughed.

"How are you doing Greggy?" Yasso sneered.

Greg looked up, "Go to hell..." He moaned.

This would've been a good time to keep his thoughts to himself but no he had to open his big mouth. WHACK! Yasso rammed his the butt of his gun into Greg's stomach, which cause Greg to curl into a ball and gasp for the air he lost.

"Listen boyo," Yasso started, "You either teach me with respect or you'll die a longer and painful death."

"What…do you want from me?" Greg managed to gasp out.

"I want Grissom to realize that he should think twice before messing with me," Yasso explained, "I want him to watch everyone that's close to him to scream, to die in front of his eyes and he'll live with guilt for the rest of his life, until I kill him of course."

Greg cast a cold glare at the man before letting out another gasp of pain. Yasso looked at the man driving and nodded.

"Get ready boyo, for a bumpy ride." The man in the passenger seat laughed, while Yasso got up and headed towards the back door.

Before he knew it, Greg was being pulled toward the back of the van and before he could react, his body slammed against the back door. The back door shot open as Greg's body slammed into it and he landed hard onto the pavement.

Grissom was in a panic. He ran down the hallway of the lab and opened his office door where Ecklie and Brass were waiting.

Grissom never acted this way; he never had to worry about anybody. This was the first time Brass and Ecklie saw Gil look old, too old.

"Interrogation tape matches the voice on the phone," Ecklie reported.

Damn it thought Grissom. He knew it was Yasso but half of him prayed that a different mad man kidnapped his team. Grissom knew Yasso's ways; he had killed his girlfriend because she caught him in bed with another girl. It wasn't that he killed her with a knife, it was that she was all sliced up that you couldn't even tell if she was a human or not. Grissom prayed that his team was all right; he prayed that Greg was all right.

What if Yasso really did shoot him Grissom wondered, What if Greg is lying dead in a gutter somewhere?

The phone interrupted his thoughts and he answered it quickly. A familiar yet wicked voice was on the other end,

"Hello Gil Grissom, I finally have gotten your first body dump arrange, you better hurry up soon or you'll have to pick one out of the four to save instead of five!"

Grissom heard a car veering in the background before Yasso hanged up.

All Greg remembered was being push out of a van and landing on a pavement. Greg turned a little and saw that he was in some short of a parking lot. He slowly lifted his head up and saw the van about 300 feet away from him. He heard it squealing from where Yasso's van was. Greg glances up at it and realizes that they were revving up the van, preparing to strike him.

"Ah shit!" he moaned. He quickly struggled to get the arms behind his back unbound.

Yasso hanged up the phone, looked out the window, and saw Greg struggling to get free. "Hit the gas!" he laughed. The man in the driver's seat smiled and slammed his foot onto the pedal.

Greg looked up as he heard the van squeal. There was no way he was going to get out in time. Still bound, Greg struggle to move out of the car's way before it ran him over.

He used his arms behind his back and started pushing himself back, but that was not a great result.

He heard the van coming closer and closer. Greg glance up and saw the van about fifteen feet away from him. He then widened his eyes in horror…

Out of the blue, a car shot out and slammed into the moving van.

Greg's horror face then turned into confusion. He saw the van back up then quickly drove away. Greg threw his head back onto the pavement and let out a sigh of relief.

"Greg, oh my gosh Greg!" he heard a voice shout.

Greg glanced up to see Grissom running towards him. As soon as Grissom got to Greg, he lift Greg up onto his lap.

"Oh Greg, I'm so sorry! An ambulance is on its way!" Grissom consoled, untying his bounds. Almost immediately, the bounds were off, and Greg rubbed the soreness around his wrist.

"I'm sorry," Grissom apologized,

"For what? I was the one that got us all into this mess, volunteering to help catch these madmen," Greg explained. 

"Greg you have nothing to be sorry for…I'm not blaming you."

"That's good to know," Greg murmurs, wincing at the pain from his bruises. Then Grissom did something Greg did not intend him to do; he was hugging him.

"The wounds aren't fatal, all he has is fracture wrist and two cracked ribs, all we need is him to stay here for the night and see how he is tomorrow, since he took quite a beating," 

Grissom was in the hospital waiting room for nearly an hour and just now the nurse came out and told him Greg's condition.

"Can I see him?" He asked.

The nurse nodded, "In a second."

After a few minutes, the nurse motioned to Grissom and Grissom followed her to Greg room.

"Thank you," he replied as she opened the door for him.

"Only for a few minutes, he needs his rest." The nurse ordered.

Grissom nodded, showing her that he understood.

As he entered the room, he saw Greg lying with a tube sticking up his arm. His face was pale but not too pale and Grissom could see some of the bruises on his face. He also had a cast around his wrist.

Greg slowly opened his eyes, "Hey Grissom."

Grissom sighed, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, I guess you're here to see if I know where the others are."

Grissom nodded, "Sorry, I know you need your rest."

Greg shook his head, "The others are in great danger now, and honestly Gris I hardly remember anything, but as they dragged me out of the house I was able to realize that it was a mansion."

"Well that narrows down our search just a little," Grissom sarcastically said, knowing there was a ton of mansions in Las Vegas.

Greg however, ignored him continuing describing the house, "The mansion was brown and whitish and I'm sure it had a pool in the back."

"Wait….a pool?" Grissom asked, shocked.

Greg nodded.

"Possibly in the neighborhood of the former Newman's residence."

"Newman's?" Greg wondered.

"It was a case that we had about a year ago where the a couple was murdered while their house was up for sale." Grissom explained.

Aww, when you infected me with mildew, Greg remembered but didn't say anything.

Grissom thought for a while, "I gotta go Greg…"

"I'm coming with you!" Greg interrupted.

"You have to stay here, doctors orders." Grissom clarified, pointing a finger at Greg.

Greg rolled his eyes, "Screw those doctors, my friends need help, who knows Yasso and his goons are doing to them!"

Grissom sighed, "Fine, let me grab a wheelchair."