Warrick sprinted head long down the corridor and ran into Grissom's office door, throwing it open. He skidded to a halt in front of the desk and panted.

"Greg's in trouble!" he got out.

"What happened?" Grissom asked, jumping while trying to keep a calm face.

"Archie found a set of prints…a set that should belong to a dead man, they also match Martians prints." Warrick rushed over his words, frantic to find Greg.

"Whose prints?" Grissom asked sharply shaking Warrick by the arms.

"Dad!?" Greg cried. "No, I saw…you die!" he stuttered.

"No, you saw a fight, you never saw the body or the criminal." Carl grinned sadistically. "They arrested me and thought I was Martin, no one believed me!" he growled, stepping into the flat.

"No! You…this is all because of you!" Greg whispered, shrinking further back into the apartment in terror, glancing briefly at Nick's body. He watched as Nick breathed in and out and thanked his life that Nick was alive.

"Yes!" Carl laughed, lunging forward and striking out at Greg. Greg took a blow to the cheek and was sent to the ground. The man who was once his father was still stronger the Greg, which left him in a predicament.

Carl grabbed Greg by the neck and lifted him off the floor before throwing him full length of the room. Greg connected with the wall and landed face down on the rug. He felt the sting of his back as the healing skin tore apart. The sound of footsteps brought him back to the situation as a shadow fell over him.

"Not here…not yet." Carl said before pulling Greg up and slammed the butt of his gun into his temple.

Greg's vision burst into stars before fading to black. He slumped back to the floor as the trickle of blood rolled down his nose and pooled onto his rug, seeping out into a large blotch on the pale material.

Grissom pulled up in the car with Brass hot on his tail. They both jogged to the cop car to find both men leaning over the dashboard with wide eyes and holes in their skulls that oozed blood to their feet.

Both men looked at each other before pulling out their guns and running to the front door. They found the other two cops dead at the door, leaning against the wall with the front door open.

Sara quickly pulled up and followed the two men to the door where they waited for Catherine and Warrick to pull up before going in. Brass nearly fell over Nick's body and quickly checked for a pulse, finding one he motioned for Catherine to stay with him. The rest moved into the apartment and searched each room. After finding nothing they headed back to the front room and waited for an ambulance. As they waited Warrick walked further in and found the separate pool of blood.

"Hey! Has Nick been moved at all?" he asked.

"No the bloods all here, nowhere else. Why?" Sara asked standing up and moving to where Warrick stood.

"Blood." He pointed to the stained rug. "We gotta get this tested." He stated, collecting a sample. "What now?"

"I'll go out and check for tyre marks." Catherine said shakily.

"Lets process the room for any clues." Grissom said eying up the mud print on the ground.

"They say Nick's going to be okay, he'll have a concussion but should be well in a few days." Sara explained over the phone. "What have you got?"

"They make of car, some paint flecks and some dirt…" Catherine paused on her end. "The blood was Greg's." she explained. "But Grissom thinks that the soil sample will tell us where Carl's been and possibly taking Greg." She added hopefully.

"Good. I'm staying here until Nick wakes up." Sara said ending her call.

"We got a trace!" Hodges yelled, running into the break room. Everyone in the Lab. had all been concerned for Greg.

"Where?!" Warrick cried, springing up.

"The salt mines by the western A 23 road." Hodges informed them pointing to a section of map. The section in question was out of the city and just into the desert. "No more salt to find so it should be closed." He explained.

"Good work." Grissom said taking the results. "Catherine call Sara, tell her what's going on. Warrick call Brass tell him to get his back up here." He ran off the list before heading to the car. Catherine dialled up as Warrick also dialled up, the pair of the climbing Grissom's car and set off their task.

Archie and Hodges stood side by side looking out the window. They both glanced at each other and then behind them at the people in the Lab. Everyone had stopped and were glancing out after the retreating car.

"Think he'll make it?" Hodges asked quietly.

"He has to." Archie stated before turning back to his work. "It wouldn't be the same without him."

I know its not much but I have one or two chapters left…depends on how generous I feel.