Oh yes the comments, I love them! Glad to see some new names and some trusty reviewers. Sorry if it seems rushed, I'm trying to take it slow but I don't want this thing to get to incredibly boring haha. R&R, the reviews give me confidence to continue. I'd love to see a BOOST in them when I get back from Chicago.

Noticed a boo boo again. In the last chapter it says:

As soon as he got out of the shower and got dressed. Cunninghams took him downstairs and he immediately bolted for the door. He almost made it to the handle when a bat came out of no where and him square in the temple. He naturally passsed out. Nigel had came out of no where to his right and smacked him hard. Blood came swiftly down and got on his shirt. When he woke up, he was sitting at the dining room table and his hands were cuffed together behind the chair.

It should be McKinsee, not Cunnghams, I've gotten them mixed up a couple of times. Sorry. One more oopsie.

When Nick talks about the girl that was killed at Freemont and Billings Street, it should be D.B. not D.O.B haha whoops. Anyway...

Chapter 13:First Contact

By the time Nick and Grissom got to the correctional facility, they quickly made their way inside and to the receptionists desk. Megan Malones smile quickly faded when she realized that Nigels friend, Nick was also present.

"Why hello, are you Mr.Grissom?" She asked sweetly, trying to put on her best charm.

"Yes I am, this is my associate, Nick Stokes." Grissom told her, Nick nodded his head in assurance.

"Mr.Mckinsee is down the hall with a patient, let me go tell him you're here. I'll be just a minute." She said, walking briskly toward a room at the end of the hall.

"She seems nice." Nick said.

Down the hall, Megan rushed into a room that was occupied by Mr.McKinsee and a severally retarded man. McKinsee was trying to sedate the man but was having some troubles. He finally managed to get him to calm and stick the needle in. "Can I help you?" McKinsee asked her.

"Mr. Grissom is here," She said. She was about to speak again but was cut off.

"Excellent. We can.." Megan felt that she should cut him off.

"He brought Mr.Stokes with him. You know Cranes rules, we cannot harm him." She finished.

"He brought Stokes with him? Damn it, now what are we supposed to do? He'll be with Grissom the whole time and even if we break them up, he'll still question with the whereabouts of Mr.Grissom." McKinsee said, slamming his fist onto a nearby table. "Well, tell them I'll be out there in about five minutes." He finished, getting a wheelchair out and helping his patient onto it.

Megan returned to the waiting room and told Grissom and Nick that the doctor would be out soon. He came in the room several minutes later and asked them to come into his office so they could talk more privately.

"Now was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Mr.McKinsee asked them.

"Yes. One of my colleagues, Mr. Greg Sanders has been reported missing and we were wondering if you could tell us anything about his visit with you that might help us out on our investigation?" He asked. He didn't really want to tell a complete stranger that he was really kidnapped right out of their own facility, even though we know that he was in fact there.

"Well, let me think, it's been a couple days..Greg Sanders. Greg Sanders. oh oh yes I remember him now, quirkly smile, spiky haired kid?" He asked.

Nick and Grissom nodded their heads to approve the description.

"Well he was asking about a Nigel Crane. Crane was here but sadly, he committed suicide. He cut up his face and fingers to the point that if we didn't know that it was Nigel crane that occupied that room, we could not have been for certain it was even him. We sent him to Dr. Cunninghams and he looked at his dental work and assured us it was in fact Nigel Crane. Where the doctor has gone, I'm not aware." He explained.

"You said he works at the Nevada State Criminalists but when I talked to their supervisor he told me no one has been employed there in the past three months. And a Dr.Cunninghams has never worked there or been heard of anywhere in this state." Nick added in.

"That is very interesting because I went there and talked to the supervisor myself and he took me to meet Dr. Cunninghams and then I transferred the body over to him." Mr.McKinsee said.

"So, he'd varify you came to him?" Grissom asked curiously.

"I don't see why he wouldn't." McKinsee replied.

"Thankyou for your time." Grissom said,standing up, extending his hand out to shake Mr.McKinsees. Nick did the same and they left.

"I guess we're going to call NSC again?" Nick asked.

"Yep ,someone isn't telling the truth. We know Crane is alive but is McKinsee covering for him or really doesn't know what's going on. I mean someone's body was killed but who? When we get back to the lab, run a check of all the workers at St. Thomas Correctional Facilily. See who hasn't checked in lately or we're fired or even quit." Grissom said as they walked to their tahoe.

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Greg had been laying there for what seemed like hours. He was in pain and felt that maybe one or even two of his ribs had been cracked, if he was lucky. He spit out blood and hated the taste of it. He needed some water or something. He prayed that Grissom was okay and that nothing bad happened. For a little while he just laid there and then when nothing seemed to happen he scutted himself up to lean against the wall. He was still handcuffed with his arms behind his back so it was pretty uncomfortable all out. He let his head all back and he closed his eyes. He was hurt pretty badly. After sitting there for maybe twenty minutes someone was coming down the stairs. His eyes bolted open and he completely froze. Nigel came in, but with no weapons, that he could see.

"Hello Gregory. How are we feeling?" Crane asked, walking and knealing over Greg.

"Peachy." Greg merely replied.

"Well, you're in luck, I'm going to let you talk to your pal." Crane sneared. You could see the jealously in his eyes. He pulle dout a phone and dialed a number.

"Nicky? How are you?" Cranes snake-like voice asked through the receiver. He had came up behind Greg and covered his mouth so he couldn't say anything.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS GREG?" Nick screamed through the phone.

"Now now manners Nick. I might let you talk to him if you get yourself under control." Crane toyed around with Nick.

"Let me talk to him, please."Nick asked

"Well, all right." He said, he uncovered Greg's mouth and he wanted to yell and scream for Nick but once he could talk, he didn't know what to say.

"Greg? Greggo, come on buddy." Nick pleaded.

"Hey Nick." Greg replied.

"Oh my god Greggo. Are you all right? Has he hurt you?" Nick asked, he had millions of questions but choose them cautiously.

"Well, I'm not dead, but to tell you the truth, I'm not to fond of baseball bats anymore." He remarked, with a quite smirk in his voice.

"Oh Greggo..." Nick said. "I'll find you, where are you?"

"I'm in a basement..." Greg didn't get to finish. Crane replaced his hand over Greg's mouth so he couldn't talk anymore. "Boy is he annoying, how can you stand him?" Crane asked.

"Put him back on!" Nick demanded, he was near tears. They were still in the car and Grissom was being torn apart listening to Nick and his reactions. It was so unbearable that he pulled off to the side of the road.

"Now you listen here Nick. You all better stop your little investigations, unless you want your friend here to die quicker. I mean, doesn't this sound just make your heart sore?" There was a pause, then Nick and Grissom hear a loud, seemingly painful scream.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!" Nick screamed, jmuping out of his seat.

"You'll see sooner or later. I just thought I'd call and see how you were. Good by Nick, until our next chat." He hung up the phone.

"Nick will learn his lesson soon enough." Crane told Greg, standing up and walking away.

"Ah shit." Greg said to himself in pain, looking down at his chest.

He watched Nigel come up ehind him and stiffened when he was shut up. He listened to the conversation and he was so happy that he got to talk to Nick. When Crane told Nick to listen he was really scared. He looked down and he hadn't even noticed that Nigel pulled his hand away from his mouth. His eyes were trained on the knife dangerously close to his neck. He watched the knife cut off the buttons on his shirt, which parted it, making the knife completely free to roam Greg's tan chest. He then took the knife and pressed into Greg's chest just about the right side of his chest. He then took it down his chest and it dug into his chest, causing immense pain. It was in deep enough to cause pain and draw blood but not enough to cause any serious damage.

Trying to ignore the pain, he wished that Nigel would have at least have unhandcuffed him. He tried to think of his music to get the pain off his mind but iit was very difficult. He eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Jackie