Disclaimer: I don't own CSI and I am just a poor student.

The next chapter in my story. Don't worry, I will be updating pretty fast since it is all in my head.

I feel myself get pushed into the truck, which was dark. It made me scared since I am afraid of the dark. The person who took me started to tie my hands behind my back and then proceeded to blindfold me. After that I could feel myself being gagged by a piece of cloth.

After what felt like a long while, the truck stopped. And I could feel hands pushing and pulling me out. A pair of hands held me and forced me to walk. I had no idea where I was. Then, that person pushed me down. I hit my head on the wall because of the push. I was very scared.

Then, I could feel someone pull me up. That person held me as another person started punching me. I know cause I could feel it. When they were through another person started to hit me in the face while I was sitting down. These people who took me said nothing. I was in a lot of pain but they didn't stop. Soon, I could feel them beating me with sticks of some sort. Then, someone hits me in the head. And suddenly everything goes black.

I wake up hoping it was just a bad dream. Only to realize that it was real. That I was in an unknown place, tied up, blindfolded and gagged. I have to get out of here I thought to myself. I couldn't here anything. Are they gone I wondered in my head.

I decided to try and escape. I maneuvered my body so that my tied hands would be in front of me. I tried to use my teeth but was unsuccessful. Then, I remembered I had a knife concealed between my shoe and my pants. I managed to get my knife and use it to cut myself loose. The only problem though is that I cut my wrists again and they were starting to bleed. It was painful but I decided not to mind it. And then I take off the blindfold and the gag. I squint trying to adjust my eyes.

I take a look at my surroundings and I noticed that I was in some sort of warehouse. I also noticed that I was alone. That my captors have left. I quickly stood up and ran toward the only door. Once I was out of the door I ran even faster. I had no idea were I was or going. I just had to get away from that place as fast as I could.

I ran and ran and ran until the street signs became more familiar. I looked at my watch and realized that I was gone for about four days already. And that shift was going to end soon, which meant that I should hurry to the lab. I ran non-stop all the way to the lab. Upon reaching the doors of the lab I run in not even being stopped by Jennifer the secretary when she saw me. She just let me pass. I headed straight into the break room, panting and trying to catch my breath. I stop as I almost collapsed. Nick who was standing near the door went to me so that I wouldn't fall. I must have looked like crap because they all stared at me.

"Greg, let me take you to the hospital." Warrick offered as he stood up going toward me.

"No." I said. "Wait, I have to tell you guys something." I continued.
"What is it, Greg?" Asked Grissom.

"Well…" I began. "Four days ago, before I got kidnapped I overheard all of you talking about me." I continued. "I learned from your conversation that you guys didn't believe me when I said I just fell." I said. "Especially you." I said looking at Nick.

"Greg…" Sara began. I cut her off by signaling that I wasn't done yet.

"Well… you were right. I wasn't telling the truth. There is something that I have been keeping from you guys." I said as Nick led me toward the couch so that I could sit down.

"What, Greg?" Grissom asked.

"Well… I will start in the past and end in the future." I said. "I used to live in Los Angeles, California. I had a family and I lived in nice house." I began. "It could have been perfect but there was only one problem, my father." I continued. "My father was abusive both physically and emotionally." I said. "He abused me, my mom and my sisters all the time." I continued. "He hurt me the most because I was his only son." I said. "He…he…" I stammered finding it hard to continue.

"Go on Greg." Grissom said encouraging me to continue.

"He did all sorts of things to me." I began. "He would tie me up and lock me in the basement. Keeping me there for days." I continued.

"But why didn't your mom complain or run away with you?" Asked Sara, who was completely shocked by my story.

"She couldn't, she was too afraid. And besides she was usually tied up too in their bedroom." I said. "He was just plain evil." I continued. "And that is why I am afraid of dark because the basement was dark." I said. "He did a lot to me." I continued. "When I was about six years old, he locked me in the closet." I said. "He even hung me upside down." I said with a shudder. "In fact, he almost killed me once." I continued. "My mom couldn't do anything help us kids. She couldn't help herself." I said. "Although, she did try to console me when she got the chance." I continued. "Well… anyway when I was about sixteen. I left the house. I couldn't take it anymore." I said. "He probably would have killed me by then. I didn't want to leave my mom and my sisters but I had to. They knew he would kill me if I stayed." I continued. "So, I moved here to Las Vegas. Found a job that put me through school and a family that took me in." I said. "I managed to finish college and now I am a CSI." I said. "I was doing just fine. I had a decent apartment and a job that I liked. I put my past behind me. Forgetting my traumatic childhood." "Until about five days ago, when I saw him." I continued. "Nick, Sara do you guys remember the guy that came here looking for me?" I asked the two.

"Yeah, it seemed like you didn't want to see him." Said Sara.

"Yeah, I remember. I saw you go pale when you looked at him. It was as if you had seen a ghost." Nick said. "And you gave me a look that said don't ask." Continued Nick.

"The guy that was looking for me, that was my father." I said. "And I scared me just seeing him there." I continued. "Anyway, later that night after shift. I went home only to find him there." "I tried to get away but he blocked my path." I said. "He tied me up and beat me up in my own apartment." I continued. "All the wounds you saw four days ago came from him including the bruises." I said.

"And the cuts on your wrists, did he do that to you?" Nick asked.

"No, the cuts on my wrists were self inflicted." I said.

"Huh?" Nick said while looking at me. "How?" Nick asked.

"Well, I managed to use my teeth to loosen the cloth and get away from the window but my hands were still tied with duct tape. So I go into the kitchen to get a knife. I managed to cut loose my bonds with the knife but I hurt myself in the process." I said.

"Greg, do you know you kidnapped you?" Grissom asked me.

"No, I was blindfolded." I replied.

"Greg, why didn't you tell us before and why didn't you tell us the truth then?" Asked Grissom.

"Umm… well…" I stammered. "I was ashamed of my past. I was afraid you guys would think less of me if you knew the truth." I said.

"Greg, that is not something to be ashamed of!" Exclaimed Sara "It's your father that should be ashamed for what he has done to you." Continued Sara.

"What made you think that we would think less of you, Greg?" Asked Grissom.

"Well, I feel inferior around you guys, like I am not that good enough for you." I said.

They looked at me in a strange way. Only now knowing how I felt.

"We make you feel inferior?" Asked Warrick.

"Yeah, sort of." I replied.

"Oh." Said Catherine.

"Well, Greg I am telling you now we would not have thought any less of you if you told us before about your past." Grissom said.

"I wish I had told you this before." I said.

"You know, Greg we could have helped you if you had told us earlier." Said Nick.

"I know, that is why I am telling you now. Because I need your help and I am scared. I don't want him to get me and hurt me again." I said.

"Now, Greg can I take you to hospital?" Warrick asked me.

I nodded knowing that I would need some medical attention. Nick and Warrick helped me get up from the couch. It was the end of shift. Nick supported me and helped me walk to Warrick's car. Sara got into the car and Nick continued to help me into the car.

In the car, I tried to keep myself awake. Sara was talking to me, trying to keep me as well. She was also trying to comfort me. Her voice was very soothing. I hadn't slept at all in days and yet I had to keep myself awake. At some point during the trip I could no longer keep my eyes open. I rested my head on Sara's shoulder and I closed my eyes.