The world was a blur as he opened his eyes. The only thing that was clear to him was the sound of police sirens. He grunt and raised his hand to rub the bruise on his head.

"I am glad to see you coming through, Mr. Grissom," a voice said.

Grissom's vision started to get clearer and then he realized it was an EMT standing in front of him.

"Your friends are worried about you," The EMT declared.

"Nick.." Grissom started, "Where's Nick?"

"No need to worry about Nick, he is fine yet unconscious at the moment, he is very lucky if his friend hadn't arrived in time he would have drowned."

Grissom was confuse, who was this "friend" that the EMT was mentioning.

"I'll leave you to be Mr. Grissom," and with that the EMT left.

Grissom sat up and looked at his surroundings. There was an ambulance in front of him, two police cars next to the ambulance and a whole group of people, EMT and officers, walking around.

"Hey Grissom, guess your finally up! How's the head?" a voice boomed.

Grissom turned his head where the voice came from and saw Greg Sanders standing before him, his whole body was wet and he had a dry towel wrapped around him.

"Fine thanks, where's Nick?"

"He's in the ambulance right in front of you, he's still unconscious." Greg stated.

Grissom stared at him once more, his vision finally was cleared; "You saved Nick didn't you?"

Greg looked down sheepishly, "Yeah, I'm sorry… I hid in the backseat of your car."

Grissom shook his head, "No don't be sorry, if you weren't there…"

Greg looked back at Grissom and nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"Mr. Stokes is up!" a voice called from the other ambulance.

Greg and Grissom stared at each other and ran to the ambulance.

Nick was rubbing his head and shivering at the same time.

Greg was the first to get to Nick, as he got there Nick stared at him with wide eyes.

"Greg?" Nick asked, "Does this mean I'm in heaven?"

Greg chuckled, "No, you're in the real world."

Nick gave him a disbelieving look, and then he turned and saw Grissom.

"Grissom!" Nick half-shouted.

 "Mr. Grissom, Mr. Sanders, We need to take Mr. Stokes to the hospital and run a quick check-up on him." The girl EMT said, interrupting the re-united moment.

As they went to shut the door, the girl said, "Oh and a Detective Brass want you three in his office after Mr. Stokes' check-up."

Grissom stared at Greg, "You didn't tell him?"

Greg held up his right hand with the other gripping the towel, "Hey the guy said no cops!"

After the hospital, Nick, Greg, and Grissom all went to Brass's office. As they arrived, they saw Ecklie was present too.

"Hey, how are you folks doing?" Brass asked as they entered. After a series of "I'm fine" and "Good", Brass pointed to the three chairs and motioned them to sit. After they sat down in the chair Brass got to the point.

"Grissom, you went to Yasso all by yourself without the courtesy of the police."

"Brass this guy said he'll kill my team if I came with the police." Grissom defended.

"Listen, this is the last straw now, he might actually kill one of your CSIs, Nick and Greg were just lucky."

"We weren't lucky! We were rescued, both times by Grissom," Greg pointed out.

Brass rubbed his head, "You can't do this alone Gil, what if he kills Catherine or Warrick or even Sara?"

"I can't put my team in bigger jeopardy with the police squad there, this guy doesn't care if he's caught, he just wants to hurt me and my team." Grissom argued.

Luckily, Nick thought, Grissom's cell phone interrupted the argument.

"What do you want Yasso?" was Grissom's answer.

"The abandoned warehouse near the Vegas Lake, no police or you'll say goodbye to the final three."

"Yasso, give this up you can't win!"

"Oh can't I, I just killed Greg and Nick didn't I?"

Grissom sighed.

"DIDN'T I!!"

"Yeah…" Grissom replied, rubbing his forehead.

"Meet me there at midnight."

Grissom glance at the clock, two hours.

"Or else…" then, the dial tone was heard. Grissom stared at Brass and Ecklie, "I'm going alone."

 "No you're not." Nick said.

"Nick you don't-"

 "Don't you get it, its all even now…we have five guys and Yasso has five guys." Nick stated, "Maybe we can rescue Catherine, Warrick and Sara all at once!"

Grissom raised his eyebrow, "Its not so simple Nick,"

"How?"

"This guys are psycho and we're sane!"

"Grissom, we got Brass and Ecklie." Greg declared.

Ecklie and Brass looked at each other, wondering to take that statement as a compliment or an insult.

"Stay low and in the dark," Grissom said, "That way he doesn't see you and try to be quiet no matter how much you want to shout at him, be quiet."

"Okay but let me call the cops when it gets out of hand," Brass said.

"So we're all set? Who's going to drive? Will it be you Grissom? You sharpshooter!" Greg asked.

Grissom looked at him a chucked at his last statement. He was glad for once that Greg was actually here with him to help him through because he did not know where he'd be without him.

Grissom drove the van inside the warehouse. The others were in the backseat, all quiet.

He saw Yasso standing in front of him and as he drove further in, he saw a rope hanging down from the ceiling. On the other end was Catherine, she had a noose around her neck and was standing on a chair.

"Oh shit…" Grissom muttered.

He stopped the car and stepped out.

"Yasso…" he started.

"Grissom!" Yasso interrupted, "Glad to see you made it in time! Here is Catherine, one shake and she'll go bye-bye."

"You bastard!" Grissom shouted.

Yasso raised an eyebrow and raise his foot up as to kick the chair.

"I'll watch what you say Grissom…and as for what happened last time."

Grissom looked behind him and saw the four goons surrounded him.

"I want you to drop any firearm or weapons on you."

Grissom looked at Yasso, then at Catherine. He stared in her eyes, so full of fear and pain. Before he realizes what he was doing, he was dropping his gun onto the ground.

As he was down there, he saw two pairs of shoes under Yasso's car.

Greg? Nick? How did they get over there? Grissom wondered. As he raise his body back up he realized that you couldn't see the edge of the warehouse since it was so dark so it was easy for Greg and Nick to sneak over there.

Maybe this will work, maybe we'll all be saved, Grissom thought.

But something happened that felt like a spike strike through Grissom's heart.

Something clattered onto the ground. Yasso turned around and saw movement at the back of his van. "I said NO POLICE!" Yasso shouted.

He then kicked the chair and Catherine fell, with her hands under the noose stopping it from getting too tight around her neck.

"GRAB HIM!" Yasso yelled and the four goons grabbed Grissom from behind.

As they were pulling him away, Grissom saw Brass cutting Catherine's noose as Ecklie held her up.

Greg and Nick had been cutting the bound that were around Warrick and Sara's arm. As they got free, Greg accidentally dropped his gun onto the warehouse floor.

SHIT! Greg thought.

The four of them ran and saw Brass and Ecklie finally free Catherine. Then Greg saw Grissom being pulled into his own van by Yasso's goons.

Suddenly the whole warehouse was dark and shots were fired. The moonlight finally shined inside the warehouse as Grissom's van drove away.

"GRISSOM!" Greg yelled as he started to run after the van.

He stopped as he reach the exit of the warehouse and saw the van driving onto the road.

Brass had pulled up his walkie-talkie calling the police and Ecklie and the three young CSIs were consoling Catherine who was saying she was fine.

The police are never going to find him! Greg thought. Then a realization dawned upon

him. He ran to Yasso's van got in and turned on the ignition, thanking god that the keys were still in. Then the other four CSIs got in the van too.

"Hurry!" Catherine yelled, "Follow them!"

Greg hit the gas, and the van wheeled out of the warehouse leaving a piss Brass and a confuse Ecklie. As the van drove into the night after Yasso, the five of them prayed that they'll get to Grissom in time.