Chapter Ten-Mind Games, Arrivals, and Shot
~~~Back where Greg is~~~
Greg sat in the chair, tired and hungry, wondering when Rick would come back to do whatever he would do to him. Awhile later, Greg heard the door open and then close with a squeak, and he instinctively tensed up.
"Hey Greg, it's me, do you remember me?" A voice whispered into his ear, and Greg jumped and shuddered in surprise.
"I would remember your voice from anywhere...Nigel Crane." Greg choked out and Nigel laughed menacingly.
"So glad you remember."
"What do you want?" Greg asked, quivering.
"Why don't you go stalk Nick again?"
"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, Greg?" Nigel said louder.
"What are you talking about?"
"I heard those CSIs badmouth you, Greg, especially that Nick Stokes, he's pretending to be your friend, just like the others. But me, I'm different, I wanna help you, not use you."
"Shut up, you bastard." Greg said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, Greg, obviously, you're hurtin'! I mean, you've been used, dissed, kidnapped, beat, raped by Rick Johnson in Nick's apartment, and now, you're with me! What a nightmare, huh? But I know what's hurtin' you most, it's your so-called friends who finally admitted how much they...hate you."
"I said SHUT THE HELL UP, you psycho!" Greg yelled as tears started to form in his eyes, but Nigel ignored Greg.
"You know, Greg, I know you more than you think, I've stalked you before...before Nick. So, I know a lot about you." Greg stiffened.
"I just never made my move on you, I wanted to play around with you, get to know you, then save you for later, which is now. From what I know about you, I know that you have never ever trusted ANYONE the way you trust Nick and the others, not in your entire life! Especially not after you witnessed your whole family get shot to death by a burglar, and not after your pretty little girlfriend got raped, got AIDS, and died...when you were studying in that little university a few years ago! You believed in the CSIs, but then, you just never knew how much they despised of you. They betrayed you, Greg, they befriended you, and Nick, he practically became your brother! You built such a strong wall around your hear to prevent from caring about people before, and the more you knew them, the more the wall broke down. But now, after hearing those bad things, you feel depressed, sad, unwanted, hated, and your heart and soul has completely...shattered." Nigel said smugly.
"Damn you." Greg said coldly, tears pouring out of his eyes.
'Damn him...that bastard knows nothing! He doesn't know! He's wrong! No!' Greg thought angrily to himself, but he knew that what Nigel said was right, hell, EVERTHING that Nigel had said about him was right. Greg had trusted the CSIs, he gave his heart to them, but now...there was nothing for him anymore.
'Not ever.' Greg thought sadly. Nigel's smirk grew wider as he noticed Greg's tears and sudden silence.
'So I AM right.' Nigel thought to himself. Just then, his cell phone rang.
"What is it?" Nigel asked.
"Boss, the police are coming here, right now." Rick Johnson said on the other line, and Nigel's smirk grew even wider, if that was possible.
"Good, get the car ready, Johnson, meet me at the back in 15 minutes."
"Are you sure, boss? Don't you wanna leave now?"
"No, I'm sure, just meet me at the back in 15."
"Okay, boss." Rick said, and Nigel hung up. Greg heard the phone call, but he didn't care where he went anymore. Nigel stood in front of Greg, back facing Greg, shielding him from being seen by whoever came through the door to the room.
"Greg, if you don't want to live with this emotional pain, then squish yourself into the center of the chair as best you can, and lift up your legs onto the seat, so you'd be shaped like a ball on a chair." Greg thought about this, and he obeyed, then, suddenly, the SWAT team and the CSIs barged through the door, but they stopped at the doorway when they saw Nigel Crane standing in front of a chair.
"Crane! Where is Greg?" Nick yelled. Nigel smirked.
"Oh, Nick! Better already?" Nick was partly confused by this question, so he ignored it.
"Where is Greg Sanders?" Brass demanded.
"Greg Sanders has been transported to another location, Rick Johnson took him away."
"What? Where?" Catherine asked.
"What makes you think I'm gonna tell you? Besides, Rick took him, I don't know where Greg is anymore." Nigel said.
"Liar!" Sara yelled.
"Try me, why don't you shoot me? I'll definitely feel much better." Nigel said.
"Oh, you have no idea how much I would love to." Nick snarled.
"Go ahead, Nick, shoot me! Did you know that I told Rick Johnson to rape Greg? And guess what, he did! At your apartment! Isn't that hilarious?!" Nigel yelled, and behind him, Greg flinched at the memory.
The CSIs gasped in terror, and sent murderous stares at Nigel, while swearing in flying colours at him, even Grissom. (Yes, even Grissom.)
"Oh my God." Sara whispered, horrified.
"Bastard!" Nick whispered.
"You psychotic asshole! How could you be so heartless and cruel?" Catherine snarled.
"F**kin' asshole!" Warrick cursed.
"Oh, shit!" Brass said.
"Damn him." Grissom said.
"Shoot him, Nick." Brass said coldly. The CSIs looked at Brass in shock.
"I could care less about me career right now, he hurt Greg in the worst way possible, Greg, our youngest member in the whole CSI department!" Then, the CSIs agreed, all of them, and a little bit of Grissom (hehe, yes, Grissom again), and Nigel grinned even more.
"No, Brass, I choose to make this shot of my own free will." Nick said, he held out his gun, and aimed it at Nigel's heart. Just then, Grissom saw something wiggling behind Nigel, it was a shoe. Grissom immediately recognized the shoe, his eyes widened as he figured out what Nigel had planned. Then, Nick pulled the trigger of his gun just as Grissom held out his hand and yelled.
"No Nick, don't!!!" Nick reacted instantly, and he altered the destination of his bullet, but it was already too late, the shot was fired anyway.
BANG!
A/N: Oh my! What DOES Nigel have planned?? Hehe, CLIFFHANGER!!!! Sorry, guys, but I just love to write cliffhangers! Gets all of you hooked up! Don't you agree?? Lol! Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated!!!! Plz review more!!!! How did you like this chapter anyway?? Long enough? The next chapter is kinda shorter though, whatever, peace out! =D
~~~Back where Greg is~~~
Greg sat in the chair, tired and hungry, wondering when Rick would come back to do whatever he would do to him. Awhile later, Greg heard the door open and then close with a squeak, and he instinctively tensed up.
"Hey Greg, it's me, do you remember me?" A voice whispered into his ear, and Greg jumped and shuddered in surprise.
"I would remember your voice from anywhere...Nigel Crane." Greg choked out and Nigel laughed menacingly.
"So glad you remember."
"What do you want?" Greg asked, quivering.
"Why don't you go stalk Nick again?"
"Oh, you would like that, wouldn't you, Greg?" Nigel said louder.
"What are you talking about?"
"I heard those CSIs badmouth you, Greg, especially that Nick Stokes, he's pretending to be your friend, just like the others. But me, I'm different, I wanna help you, not use you."
"Shut up, you bastard." Greg said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, Greg, obviously, you're hurtin'! I mean, you've been used, dissed, kidnapped, beat, raped by Rick Johnson in Nick's apartment, and now, you're with me! What a nightmare, huh? But I know what's hurtin' you most, it's your so-called friends who finally admitted how much they...hate you."
"I said SHUT THE HELL UP, you psycho!" Greg yelled as tears started to form in his eyes, but Nigel ignored Greg.
"You know, Greg, I know you more than you think, I've stalked you before...before Nick. So, I know a lot about you." Greg stiffened.
"I just never made my move on you, I wanted to play around with you, get to know you, then save you for later, which is now. From what I know about you, I know that you have never ever trusted ANYONE the way you trust Nick and the others, not in your entire life! Especially not after you witnessed your whole family get shot to death by a burglar, and not after your pretty little girlfriend got raped, got AIDS, and died...when you were studying in that little university a few years ago! You believed in the CSIs, but then, you just never knew how much they despised of you. They betrayed you, Greg, they befriended you, and Nick, he practically became your brother! You built such a strong wall around your hear to prevent from caring about people before, and the more you knew them, the more the wall broke down. But now, after hearing those bad things, you feel depressed, sad, unwanted, hated, and your heart and soul has completely...shattered." Nigel said smugly.
"Damn you." Greg said coldly, tears pouring out of his eyes.
'Damn him...that bastard knows nothing! He doesn't know! He's wrong! No!' Greg thought angrily to himself, but he knew that what Nigel said was right, hell, EVERTHING that Nigel had said about him was right. Greg had trusted the CSIs, he gave his heart to them, but now...there was nothing for him anymore.
'Not ever.' Greg thought sadly. Nigel's smirk grew wider as he noticed Greg's tears and sudden silence.
'So I AM right.' Nigel thought to himself. Just then, his cell phone rang.
"What is it?" Nigel asked.
"Boss, the police are coming here, right now." Rick Johnson said on the other line, and Nigel's smirk grew even wider, if that was possible.
"Good, get the car ready, Johnson, meet me at the back in 15 minutes."
"Are you sure, boss? Don't you wanna leave now?"
"No, I'm sure, just meet me at the back in 15."
"Okay, boss." Rick said, and Nigel hung up. Greg heard the phone call, but he didn't care where he went anymore. Nigel stood in front of Greg, back facing Greg, shielding him from being seen by whoever came through the door to the room.
"Greg, if you don't want to live with this emotional pain, then squish yourself into the center of the chair as best you can, and lift up your legs onto the seat, so you'd be shaped like a ball on a chair." Greg thought about this, and he obeyed, then, suddenly, the SWAT team and the CSIs barged through the door, but they stopped at the doorway when they saw Nigel Crane standing in front of a chair.
"Crane! Where is Greg?" Nick yelled. Nigel smirked.
"Oh, Nick! Better already?" Nick was partly confused by this question, so he ignored it.
"Where is Greg Sanders?" Brass demanded.
"Greg Sanders has been transported to another location, Rick Johnson took him away."
"What? Where?" Catherine asked.
"What makes you think I'm gonna tell you? Besides, Rick took him, I don't know where Greg is anymore." Nigel said.
"Liar!" Sara yelled.
"Try me, why don't you shoot me? I'll definitely feel much better." Nigel said.
"Oh, you have no idea how much I would love to." Nick snarled.
"Go ahead, Nick, shoot me! Did you know that I told Rick Johnson to rape Greg? And guess what, he did! At your apartment! Isn't that hilarious?!" Nigel yelled, and behind him, Greg flinched at the memory.
The CSIs gasped in terror, and sent murderous stares at Nigel, while swearing in flying colours at him, even Grissom. (Yes, even Grissom.)
"Oh my God." Sara whispered, horrified.
"Bastard!" Nick whispered.
"You psychotic asshole! How could you be so heartless and cruel?" Catherine snarled.
"F**kin' asshole!" Warrick cursed.
"Oh, shit!" Brass said.
"Damn him." Grissom said.
"Shoot him, Nick." Brass said coldly. The CSIs looked at Brass in shock.
"I could care less about me career right now, he hurt Greg in the worst way possible, Greg, our youngest member in the whole CSI department!" Then, the CSIs agreed, all of them, and a little bit of Grissom (hehe, yes, Grissom again), and Nigel grinned even more.
"No, Brass, I choose to make this shot of my own free will." Nick said, he held out his gun, and aimed it at Nigel's heart. Just then, Grissom saw something wiggling behind Nigel, it was a shoe. Grissom immediately recognized the shoe, his eyes widened as he figured out what Nigel had planned. Then, Nick pulled the trigger of his gun just as Grissom held out his hand and yelled.
"No Nick, don't!!!" Nick reacted instantly, and he altered the destination of his bullet, but it was already too late, the shot was fired anyway.
BANG!
A/N: Oh my! What DOES Nigel have planned?? Hehe, CLIFFHANGER!!!! Sorry, guys, but I just love to write cliffhangers! Gets all of you hooked up! Don't you agree?? Lol! Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated!!!! Plz review more!!!! How did you like this chapter anyway?? Long enough? The next chapter is kinda shorter though, whatever, peace out! =D