Yasso screamed at his goons, "You guys better hope that Greg will die from his wounds or I'll kill you all off!"

"I'm sorry siree, I didn't see the car coming!" the first goon replied.

"You should have kept going!" He screamed, his face was all red and his veins were popping out of his face. If there were a bomb in his head, he would have activated it already.

"Relax sir, Grissom doesn't care about young Greg, we still have four more to kill off," the second goons responded, trying to calm the guy down.

 "How about we have a talk with them?" a third goon suggested.

Yasso smiled and soon the others goons were smiling along with him, soon they ran down the stairs after him, heading towards the big door where the other four CSIs were held captive.

Nick heard the goons running down the stairs. He realized that he was not very worry about himself anymore; he was worried about Greg and his friends. The door opened and slammed hard against the walls. Yasso flipped the light on and saw the CSIs still bounded onto the floor where he had last left them.

"Well, young Greg is gone, who wants to be my next victim?" Yasso sneered.

The CSIs did not respond, instead they cast a cold glare towards him.

"I see we have no volunteers, how about…" Yasso walked over to Nick and lifted him up, "Nicky? Do you want to join your fellow friend to the grave?"

"Go to hell!" Nick responded.

Yasso threw him down to the ground; "Don't go acting like Greg or you'll get it worse!"

"Why are you doing this?" Sara yelled, scared.

"Why?" Yasso mocked, "Why, to watch your boss suffer…"

 "What? So why kill the other two crime labs?" Warrick asked, one of the questions that been on everyone's mind.

"They helped Grissom on his case, that's why they deserved it."

"The note.." Catherine whispered.

Yasso nodded, "Now that the little jamboree is over…" He bended down and grabbed Nick; "Lets go talk to Gris Nicky, see which one of you will live…"

"YASSO!" a goon yelled, running into the room.

"What is it?" Yasso asked.

He whispered into the man's ear, "Grissom is in the neighborhood."

Yasso glared at him, angry yet nervous at the same time, however he did not show it.

"What do we do?" questioned the first goon.

"Board them onto the van," he ordered.

Greg was looking at each house that Grissom drove by, none of them struck a hint in his memory and Grissom was getting impatient.

"Greg, are you sure you remembered that house?" Grissom asked, with a hit of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm sure I'll remember it when I see it Gris!" Greg responded, glaring out the window.

Suddenly Grissom stopped the car as Greg cried out, "That's it!"

It was a huge mansion, brown and had blue shutters and doors.

Grissom and Greg stepped out of the car into the dark night. Behind them, three police cars parked

Brass got out of the car and the troops followed him. All were arm with bulletproof vest and a gun.

"Grissom, I want you and Greg to stay here, let us take care of it." He ordered.

Grissom shook his head, "My team is in there Brass, don't tell me what I can't and can't do." He pulled out his own gun as well.

Greg widened his eyes at the sight, he never saw Grissom as the gun-type person. I guess he really does care about us he thought.

Brass sent a signal and the troops ran up the driveway, and surrounded the house.

"YASSO GRISAILLE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" Brass screamed, "WE GOT THE HOUSE SURROUNDED!"      

Nothing happened, it was quiet…too quiet.

"COME OUT!" Brass yelled once again.

Nothing happened.

Grissom turned around and realize that Greg was behind him all along, "Greg, is this the right house?"

"Yes it is." Greg replied.

Brass signaled his troops and they broke the door down and ran in the house.

"Search every room, every aspect!" Brass ordered.

Greg and Grissom paused at the door and Grissom's cell phone rang.

Grissom answered his phone with, "What?"

"Hello Grissom"

Grissom moved the phone a little and signaled Greg to listen too. Greg places his ear next to the phone, knowing it was Yasso.

"So you finally found my place, good thing I abandoned it before you came, we don't want to end this rivalry too soon."

"Where is my team?" Grissom asked, angrily.

"Oh not to worry Grissom, they're with me! Oh by the way, how is Greggy?"

"He's dead," Grissom lied, Greg widened his eyes and stared at him as if he was growing a second head.

"Oh that's too bad," Yasso quipped sarcastically, "Well, who will it be now?"

Grissom did not reply.

"Nicky is next and if you want to save him meet me at the alleyway near Vegas Lake!"

That's where Catherine's husband was found dead Greg and Grissom remembered.

"Oh and come alone, no police! Or you'll have another dead one!"

And with that Yasso hanged up the phone.

Greg and Grissom stared at each other, with great fear.

"I'm coming with you Grissom, I'm not staying behind."

"You're wounded Greg," Grissom said.

"I have a broken wrist, who gives a fuck! These are my friends too!"

Grissom sighed, "Greg, I'm sorry but no…"

Brass and his troops came and explained that they were here.

After a few minutes, Grissom snuck away and headed towards his car, alone to meet Yasso.

Yasso and his four goons turned and smiled and the four bounded CSIs in the back.

"I guess its confirmed," Yasso sneered, "It turns out that Greg didn't make it."

The CSIs face showed shock then despair.

Yasso got up, grabbed Nick, and yanked him up by his collar. "Lets get set up Nicky my boy." He turned to his goons, "If the police comes, open the door for me and hit the gas!"

The four goons nodded their heads and smiled.

"Don't hurt the other three, save them for later."

The goons' smiles then turned to disappointment. Yasso heard a car pulling into the alleyway.

"Show time!" He beamed.

Grissom parked at least twenty feet away from the van; he saw the lake down past the fence near him.

After a while, he saw Yasso holding a gun, as he kept walking he saw that it was Nick at the gunpoint, looking quite scared.

"Nick!" Grissom shouted.

"Hold it right there!" Yasso ordered, "Come any closer and I'll shoot him!"

Grissom stopped hesitantly. "Let Nick go Yasso, let settle this right now between you and me!"

"Come on Grissom!" Yasso sneered, "Are you saying you'll pick Nick to live?"

"You sick bastard!" Nick shouted, forgetting he was held at a gunpoint, he felt sorry for Grissom to be in that position.

Yasso cocked his gun to show Nick to shut up or he will shoot. Nick got the hint and shut his mouth.

"Say goodbye to Nick!"

"WAIT!" yelled Grissom.

Nick closed his eyes as he heard Yasso tighten his hold around the gun.

Then a

BANG!

Yasso howled in pain. Nick was taken aback.

He saw Yasso's hand that was holding the gun, bleeding. He glance back up to see Grissom holding a gun.

"Whoa!" Nick exclaimed.

Yasso growled and grabbed Nick and lifted him up, preparing to throw him into the lake. Grissom started to shoot at him again, he pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. He started running towards Yasso to stop him from dumping Nick into lake. Nick was struggling to get free but it turned out the Yasso was too strong for him. Before Grissom could reach Nick, Nick was released from Yasso's fingers fell into the lake.

 "Nick!" Grissom shouted.

Yasso grabbed his gun and rammed it towards Grissom's head; knocking Grissom unconscious. Yasso could not kill him now that he was deep into his plot. The last thing Grissom saw before losing conscious was Yasso's van driving away and someone diving into the lake after Nick.