A/N:Thanx for the great reviews guys. Oh ya, and happy birthday to Krazykid197 too. Well heres the next chapter.
"Hey Griss, you hear any word from Greg yet?" Catherine asked.
"Uh no, I was just looking for Brass to ask him if he's found out anything."
"Oh.... So do think he's going to be ok. I'm mean, do you think their going to find him...anytime soon?"
"I hope they do. If not, we'll have to go search for him our selves."
Catherine looked down at the body laying on the ground for a moment and changed the subject.
"How do you think the body got out here."
"I'm thinking drive by."
"Yeah, looks like he didn't even bother to stop."
"What makes you think the killers a he?"
"Hey guys, find anything yet?"
Warrick walked over to where they were standing.
"Oh, speaking of finding things. I found this pair of sunglasses laying on the ground about 15 ft away from the body. I got a print off the lens." Catherine said while holding up the bag containing the glasses.
Grissom gave her a weak smile and patted her on the back.
"Keep up the good work. Now, if you would please excuse me, I gotta make a phone call."
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To Greg, the car ride felt like it took hours. Not a word had been said by either of them. But he didn't know how much longer that would last. The man was still holding the gun in one hand and was steering with the other. Greg was scared to think of what this guy could be capable of. He didn't even know why he was here. Why this guy had forced him at gun point to get in his car.
Greg had decided to turn his attention to what was outside the window. the surroundings consisted of mainly desert.
but in the distance a 2 story house appeared. It looked old and it was covered in light blue paint that was chipping off with age. Kind of odd for a house to be out in the middle of the desert, but he guessed some people just liked there privacy. when they got up to the front of the house the car pulled over to the side of the road.
"Get out, but don't do anything stupid." Said the man.
So Greg did as he was told and got out of the car.
the man wrapped his arm around Greg's neck tightly, cutting off his air supply and held the gun up to his head.
"Yo Joe, max et out here. I got my self a little friend." the man yelled out. his grip on Greg's neck loosened a bit.
A couple guys and a woman walked out of the house and came towards them.
Kenny, what the hell do you think you're doing? Let that poor kid go." yelled the woman.
"no way. What the fuck are you doing here? Max, I thought I told you to leave your damn girlfriends at home."
"Oh come on. How can you resist that face?" Said Max smiling.
"Ill tell you how, like this...."
It all happened so fast. Greg didn't even see it happen. All he heard was Kenny pull the trigger and then everything went black.
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" Hey doc, find anything new out?" Asked grissom. he'd come to find out the results from the autopsy of Julia Marcott.
"Well, she died from strangulation, and she was intoxicated. Her blood alcohol level was pretty high. And her shoulder was dislocated post mortem." Said Robbins.
"So she probably thrown out of the car." grissom said while searching the body for more evidence.
"What's this?" Gris held up the victim hand and showed Robbins the single black line running down from her elbow to her wrist.
"Looks like ink."
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Greg woke up to nothing but darkness and a smell. The smell of decay, death, blood. He wasn't sure where he was, or what had happened. The last thing he remembered was the wreck. The body. He tried real hard to remember. Wait, now he remembered. the man, the ride. The house. that right, he must be in the house.
He quickly got to his feet and didn't realize till then how much his head hurt. He leaned against the wall to balance him. He felt his way around the room, until he bumped into something. Curious to find out what it was, he reached down to touch it. It was somebody's hand. Greg froze for a minute, not sure of what to do. He reached out another hand and ended up in a puddle of liquid. Blood. Lots of blood.