Chapter Three-Kidnapped
~~~Two hours later~~~
Greg was partly relieved that he could finally go home, he had just worked 10 minutes overtime, and he still couldn't believe what he had heard in the break room. his self-esteem was extremely low right now, he was tired beyond imagination, and luckily, he had finished all that had to be done, or he would need to work about a few hours overtime again. Greg took off his lab jacket, put it into his locker, and closed the locker door shut.
'Damn it, I didn't know they felt that way.maybe I do need a new job.' Greg thought sadly.
Even as Greg was walking out of the CSI building, he didn't feel any better. Greg walked through the parking lot, and to his car, Greg opened the door and slipped onto the driver's seat. He put the keys into the ignition, and was about to start the car when suddenly, a wet cloth was stuffed over his face from behind him. Startled, Greg started to try to remove the cloth, but because Greg was taken by surprise, and he was tired as hell, he had no more strength, and he lost his chance. The noxious liquid he inhaled caused him to choke a bit, and he realized that it was chloroform.
"Just stop moving, Greg, it'll be easier for the both of us." A man said. "How do y-you know m-my na-name? What.do you.want." Greg whispered as the drug finally took over his system.
Greg stopped moving, the tight grip around his face was released, and Greg slumped down, unconscious.
~~~In the CSI building~~~
"Where's Greg?" Nick asked Grissom. "His shift is over, he left a while ago." "Oh, whatever then, see ya, Gris." "And where exactly are you going?" "Home" Nick replied innocently. "Your shift is over now?" Grissom asked suspiciously. Nick groaned. "No.ah, fine, fine, back to work I go. But I'm leaving as soon as my shift ends, which is in.half an hour." Grissom smiled. "Then goodbye to you in half and hour, Nick." Nick shook his head and left Grissom's office.
~~~Where Greg is~~~
Greg moaned as he slowly awoke, unfortunately, all he saw was darkness.
"Where am I?" Greg asked to no one in particular. "You're in ol' Nick's apartment, Greg." Greg's head snapped up at the voice. "Wh-who are you? Why.why am I in.in Nick's ap-apartment?" Greg asked in a fearful voice. The man laughed menacingly. "Oh Greg, I love it when you're scared, it just makes my day seeing you shudder. That's like a reward for kidnapping you." Greg started to shake. "Y-you sick.you sick bastard!" The man smirked and slammed a wooden stick at Greg's head. Greg's eyes widened, rolled back, and he fell unconscious, the back of his head bleeding. "This is gonna be fun." The man said smugly.
A/N: Yay! Thanx a lot for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Review please!!! Oh, and if any of you have any suggestions of how you might want the story to go on, please feel free to tell me, I'm open to anything. Cause I might just go with my original story plan, or I could basically alter your ideas. Thanx!!!! I love Greg!!! =D
~~~Two hours later~~~
Greg was partly relieved that he could finally go home, he had just worked 10 minutes overtime, and he still couldn't believe what he had heard in the break room. his self-esteem was extremely low right now, he was tired beyond imagination, and luckily, he had finished all that had to be done, or he would need to work about a few hours overtime again. Greg took off his lab jacket, put it into his locker, and closed the locker door shut.
'Damn it, I didn't know they felt that way.maybe I do need a new job.' Greg thought sadly.
Even as Greg was walking out of the CSI building, he didn't feel any better. Greg walked through the parking lot, and to his car, Greg opened the door and slipped onto the driver's seat. He put the keys into the ignition, and was about to start the car when suddenly, a wet cloth was stuffed over his face from behind him. Startled, Greg started to try to remove the cloth, but because Greg was taken by surprise, and he was tired as hell, he had no more strength, and he lost his chance. The noxious liquid he inhaled caused him to choke a bit, and he realized that it was chloroform.
"Just stop moving, Greg, it'll be easier for the both of us." A man said. "How do y-you know m-my na-name? What.do you.want." Greg whispered as the drug finally took over his system.
Greg stopped moving, the tight grip around his face was released, and Greg slumped down, unconscious.
~~~In the CSI building~~~
"Where's Greg?" Nick asked Grissom. "His shift is over, he left a while ago." "Oh, whatever then, see ya, Gris." "And where exactly are you going?" "Home" Nick replied innocently. "Your shift is over now?" Grissom asked suspiciously. Nick groaned. "No.ah, fine, fine, back to work I go. But I'm leaving as soon as my shift ends, which is in.half an hour." Grissom smiled. "Then goodbye to you in half and hour, Nick." Nick shook his head and left Grissom's office.
~~~Where Greg is~~~
Greg moaned as he slowly awoke, unfortunately, all he saw was darkness.
"Where am I?" Greg asked to no one in particular. "You're in ol' Nick's apartment, Greg." Greg's head snapped up at the voice. "Wh-who are you? Why.why am I in.in Nick's ap-apartment?" Greg asked in a fearful voice. The man laughed menacingly. "Oh Greg, I love it when you're scared, it just makes my day seeing you shudder. That's like a reward for kidnapping you." Greg started to shake. "Y-you sick.you sick bastard!" The man smirked and slammed a wooden stick at Greg's head. Greg's eyes widened, rolled back, and he fell unconscious, the back of his head bleeding. "This is gonna be fun." The man said smugly.
A/N: Yay! Thanx a lot for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Review please!!! Oh, and if any of you have any suggestions of how you might want the story to go on, please feel free to tell me, I'm open to anything. Cause I might just go with my original story plan, or I could basically alter your ideas. Thanx!!!! I love Greg!!! =D