Chapter 4: Another Threat

Around three-thirty in the morning, Greg woke up with a start, he could have sworn he heard someone talking. He looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He went to grab his gun on the side table, he felt dumb for leaving it out in the open even though he was the only one who lived there. He once again felt his blood go cold because, it wasn't there. Instead there was a piece of paper. He grabbed it and turned on the light. He read it and it said:

Greg Sanders,

You should think twice before leaving your gun out where anyone could get to it. Once again, get your locks checked, because they aren't very trustworthy. I saw you with Nick and this is your last warning. Stay away from him!

Nigel Crane

Greg felt like he couldn't breathe. His gun was gone and someone broke into his home again. While he was there again. Why hasn't he been attacked or anything? He checked every room, once again, and no one was there. He grabbed his car keys and left to go to the lab. That was the only place he felt safe.

As he drove to the lab, he wondered why he was seemingly calm about this whole matter. Yeah, he was a bit freaked out about someone entering his home, but he was taking it rather good. Once he finally got to the lab, he noticed that Grissom and Sara were still there.

"Greg, what are you doing here?" Sara asked as she saw, a slightly shaken up, Greg enter the lounge.

"Oh hey guys. I couldn't get to sleep, so I thought I'd come by and do some work on my case." Greg lied, looking down, rather than at them.

"All right, feel free to work." Grissom said, looking down at some papers lying in front of him.

"That's right. It was your first scene to process right?" Sara asked, getting up to get some coffee.

"Yeah. It was… interesting." Greg answered, grabbing a coffee cup and leaving the room for a second. He came back with his famous Blue Hawaiian coffee and started a pot.

"Oh yeah, I went to Dr. Robbins and saw the body he was working on. Seems pretty serious." Sara thought, walking over to the sink and rinsing out her coffee cup.

"It was, well is." Greg commented.

"I think the worst case I could ever remember was when Nick and I had a… body in a bag and we had to be with David when he opened it up. End of story, it took a week and about fifty lemon baths to get the stench out." Sara told him, sitting back down on one of the chairs.

"Yeah I remember that. Nasty case. Sure that's mean to say, but well, it kind of was." Greg said, adding to what Sara was telling.

"Yeah." Sara agreed. After that it kind of went silent because Grissom was busy in his paper work, Sara was reading a crime book, and Greg drank his coffee.

When he finished, he went into his lab. He took out the two letters from Crane and opened each one up, reading them over and over.

"I have got to tell someone, but who?" Greg whispered to himself. 'Not Grissom, he'd make it into a big case, and I don't want him wasting more and more time here, trying to find Crane. Not Sara, or Catherine, they'd want to e helpful but I don't want to get them hurt. Crane could really hurt them. Not Warrick, he'd act like a big brother and be around me everywhere I go. Not Brass, he'd have the whole police force guarding my house, and anywhere else I go. Nick. Nick would understand but Crane said especially not him. If he knew that Crane was threatening me, he would beat himself up for thinking that it was hid fault.' Greg checked off everyone mentally in his head who he could tell.

"This bastard Crane, he's ruined my life." Greg said out loud, not taking his glance off the paper. He thought it was too quite so he blasted his music. He then got lost to the world in his own thoughts. When he snapped back into reality, he thought he just had deja veu because, boy was it too quite…

"Do not move. Do not move." A voice said behind him. He felt cold metal on the back of his neck. He complied and didn't do anything, and that said, he didn't even breathe, for fear that that would trigger the gun. "Now, now Gregory. Why would you even think for a second that you could tell anyone about this? Why, if you told anyone, then you'd just be signing them up for a death wish. Keep this all quite. When I leave, the security camera up there will save all this. You are going to be a good boy and go retrieve the tape and destroy it. So you know I'm not fooling around, I left you a gift in the trash bin down at Freemont and Billings Street. I insist you go and check it out. Remember all of this. I am no bastard, I'm just insane." With that said, Crane brought the gun off Greg's neck and hit him in the temple with the butt of it. Greg fell on the ground, knocked out.

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"Greg? Greg, Hun, are you okay?" a soft voice asked in the darkness.

"Huh, who, what?" Greg sputtered, squinting into the light. He saw Catherine, Sara, and Grissom kneeling above him.

"When you'd get here?" Greg asked Catherine, as he sat up and rubbed his head.

"About an hour ago. Sara asked if you're car was outside and I said yeah, and then we came back here, finding you on the ground. " She explained.

"How long have I been out?" Greg asked.

"When did you get here?" Catherine asked.

"I think around four." Greg thought.

"Well you've been out for about four hours." Catherine answered. "What happened?" She asked.

"I was sitting here and then…" He began but stopped suddenly, he wasn't supposed to tell anyone or they'd be killed. His eyes widened and he bolted up to his feet so fast, he knocked over Catherine. His eyes looked at the table and noticed that the threats were missing. Sticking out of his pocket was three pieces of paper.

"Sorry Catherine." He quickly apologized, helping her to her feet.

"It's okay, but what's wrong?" She asked puzzled. They all waited for an explanation.

"Nothing, I, I just thought I was going to get sick. Sorry. Well I was sitting here and then I went to get up to leave and I, I guess I slipped and bumped my head on the side of the desk." He lied, looking down. "I better go, I need to get something to eat." Greg lied again, grabbing his keys and starting for the door.

"Greg?" Grissom said.

"Yeah?" Greg asked, turning around to face him.

"You're bleeding. You better get that checked at." Grissom said, pointing at his left temple.

Greg lifted his finger to his left temple and felt a little bit of blood on his face. It trickled down a little past his eye, and flinched when he touched it.

"Thanks, I will." Greg assured him. With that, he left the room.

Grissom bent down by the corner of the counter.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked Grissom.

"Greg just lied to us. If he bumped his temple on the corner, then there would be at least the faintest bit of blood on it. There is none. He wouldn't have fallen over here if he hit the other side. The position he was laying says that he didn't fall and hit anything. He had to have been hit by something. I don't think he would be crazy enough to hit himself." Grissom explained, lifting himself back to a standing position.

"Do you think it's possible someone came in and did this?" Sara asked Grissom.

"It could be, but why didn't Greg tell us. I mean, wouldn't you?" Grissom suggested, looking around the room, suddenly gazing toward the ceiling.

"Yeah, I… would. What are you looking at?" Sara asked. She turned around and looked up to see what he was staring at.

"If someone did get in, we should be able to go up to the security room and fine out." Grissom suggested.

"I'll go check it out." Catherine said, as she began to walk out of the room and into the hallway.

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Greg was almost out of the building when he just glanced up at the ceiling and froze. 'Oh no! I forgot the tape!" He screamed in his head. He quickly turned on his heel and walked briskly down the halls to the stairs. He made his way up one quick flight of stairs and walked towards the Security room. When he was about to pass the elevators, he suddenly stopped everything. Someone was getting off the elevator. He held his breath as the doors opened and someone came out. To his relief and to his utter most shock, it was Catherine.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her suddenly. He briefly startled her.

"Oh, I'm just going to see if I could get any service. This damn cell phone hasn't been very sufficient lately. Why are you here?" Catherine asked curiously.

"I, I uh, was about to go and see Mark. I haven't talked to him in a while." He said.

"I haven't talked to him in a while either. How's the head?" Catherine asked.

"It's fine, just hurts a little bit. It'll be okay eventually." Greg answered, though he felt like he needed a lot of aspirins. "See you later then." Greg said, walking into the security room.

"Hmm, we don't have a security guy named Mark…" Catherine sighed, walking over toward a near window, pretending to use her cell phone.

Greg walked into the room and saw a row of about ten to fifteen televisions monitoring the halls and labs/offices. There were VCR's below each television. He knew those couldn't be all the cameras because there are way more rooms in this building.

"Where's my lab at?" Greg asked, scanning the televisions. Finally about the eleventh television showed Grissom and Sara still standing in his laboratory. He ejected the tape, added a blank one in the slot, put the tape in his jacket, and left. He was in a hurry to leave so he didn't notice Catherine behind him. She waited until he was in the elevator to leave.

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