A/N: So, this is the continuation of the story. It kinda sets the scene of (bad) things to come. What do you think should happen? Let me know...
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"Hey Nicky!" said Catherine, going into the break room. "You look sad, what's wrong?"
"It's Greg," sighed Nick, collapsing onto the sofa with his mug of coffee. "He's really going through hell right now. I think he came back to work too soon."
"Poor Greggy," said Catherine, turning the kettle on to bring it back up to the boil. "He seems okay to me."
"He does a good job at putting on a front," explained Nick, "but I know that underneath that exterior, he's in so much pain. He practically collapsed on me yesterday, he was so upset."
"Where is he now?" asked Catherine, spooning some coffee into her mug.
"He's at home, shift doesn't start for another hour yet."
"Uh huh."
Nick rubbed his eyes. "It just really upsets me to see him like this."
"Oh Nick," said Catherine, putting her hand on Nick's shoulder. "He'll get through it. I know he will."
"I hope so," said Nick, standing up. "I, uh, have to get back to work. I'll see you later Cat."
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"Did Greg turn up yet?" asked Nick, going into Grissom's office.
"Not yet," replied Grissom, without looking up from his paperwork. "Why, is he late?"
"Yeah, by like an hour," said Nick. "I'm really worried. Greg's never late."
"Did you try phoning him?"
"Yup. I called his house phone and his cell. I got no answer."
Grissom pulled off his glasses and looked up at Nick. "What do you think's wrong?"
"I don't know," said Nick. "Can I, uh, can I go round his house, see if he's okay?"
"Of course," said Grissom. "But don't be long."
"I won't," said Nick, already half way out the door. He left the crime lab, and drove straight to Greg's house. He let himself in again. "Greg?"
No reply.
Nick looked around the house, checking every room, but Greg was not there. 'Maybe he went out,' Nick told himself, heading into the kitchen, where he found Greg's wallet and keys. 'No, there's no way he went out.' Where was he? Nick looked around the house again, there was no signs of a struggle, no evidence of a forced entry anywhere, but Nick still had a nagging feeling that something bad had happened to Greg. Nick's cell phone rang. He took it out, and put it to his ear. "Stokes."
"It's Grissom. I need you back here right away."
"What's up?" asked Nick.
"It's Greg."
"I'll be right there," said Nick, hanging up. He rushed straight back to the lab, and headed into Grissom's office. "Where's Greg? Is he okay? What happened to him?"
"Nick, slow down," said Grissom. "Sit down."
Nick sighed, and collapsed into the chair in front of Grissom's desk. "So, um, is he okay?"
"He's been kidnapped," stated Grissom.
"He's been WHAT!"
Grissom pulled out an evidence bag, with a letter in it, and placed it on the desk in front of Nick. Nick read the letter.
Dear LV crime lab,
I have something you want,
Do you know what it is?
You have something I want,
Do you know what it is?
I want to talk to you,
You want to talk to me,
I will contact you,
You won't contact me,
Well, not if you ever want to see Greg again...
Your sincerely,
Mark Wallace.
"Oh my god!"
"Mark Wallace, his daughter was murdered, but the evidence all blew up in the lab," explained Grissom. "That's why he's so angry."
"But why did he kidnap Greg?" asked Nick.
"It was Greg's lab that caused the case to go cold."
"But it's not Greg's fault," protested Nick.
"Mark Wallace doesn't know that."
"Oh, this so totally sucks," said Nick, clenching his fists into balls.
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A/N: Dum dum dumm, Greg's been kidnapped! Uh oh! That's not good, muahaha. Will they (ever) get him back? Well, not for a good few chapters yet... Heheh...
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