A/N I don't own any CSI characters... although it would be nice if I did.
Greg opened his eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the onslaught of light. The last thing he remembered was talking to Grissom, then heading out to his car. He unlocked the door and settled into the driver's seat. After that, everything went black. He best guess was that he had been hit over the head with something very solid, since his head was throbbing. He reached his hand up to the back of his head and he found a good-sized bump that confirmed his suspicions. He tried in vain to remember more about his attacker, but he hadn't seen, smelled, or heard anything. He was taken completely by surprise.
When his eyes had finally adjusted to the light, he began to observe his surroundings. He found that he was in a home of some sort, possibly a trailer. Clothing, trash, and various other objects were thrown over chairs and couches and the place was in general disarray. He was sitting on an ugly orange couch that looked like it had been taken directly out of the seventies. He stood to further investigate his surroundings, but the sudden change in altitude caused his vision to blur and his headache to return full force. He closed his eyes and collapsed back onto the couch, trying to reestablish his fragile equilibrium.
While he waited for his vision to clear, he decided it would be best to try and contact someone back home. With his eyes closed, he reached into this left pocket with the hopes that his cell phone was still there. He was in luck. Whoever had abducted him had overlooked his cell phone. When he flipped open the phone, it beeped, notifying him that he had voicemail. He ignored it and speed-dialed his home phone number, eyes still closed.
Beth had been sitting on the couch, with the television on for almost two hours since she left Greg the message. She had zoned out, not hearing, seeing, or even acknowledging the television, or anything else for that matter. When she heard the phone ring, she jumped and almost fell off the couch. She quickly regained herself and ran to the kitchen, deftly dodging furniture and walls. When the phone came within sight, she dove for it. She answered it on the second ring.
"Greg?"
"Yea, Beth, it's me."
"I'm so glad to hear your voice. Where are you? Are you okay? Did anything—"
"Slow down Beth, you're making my headache worse."
"Your headache? Greg, what happened?"
"I'm not really sure. I remember saying goodbye to Grissom, and heading out to the car. I remember unlocking the car door and settling in for the drive home. And that's it. After that, I don't remember anything."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. I seem to be in a trailer of some sort."
"Can you see any landmarks, anything that will help us find you?" She heard the movement of curtains.
"The only things I can see right now are trees."
"That doesn't really help me, Greg."
"Well, it doesn't really help me—" He stopped mid-thought.
"Greg…?"
"I think I see someone coming."
She held her breath, not wanting to make a sound.
"Beth, I'm going to leave the phone on so you can hear what's going on. I'm going to try and get him to talk."
"Be careful, Greg. I just want you to come home."
"Whatever happens, I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Okay, you need to promise me that you won't make any noise regardless of what you hear. I don't want him to know that I have the phone."
"I promise."
"Okay… Not another sound."