I'm BACK! YAY. Chicago was awesome, but I'm glad to be back and I love the reviews. I'm so glad this story has gotten attention from people, I didn't think anyone would care nough to read it after what happened with my first story. Of course that one wasn't good and didn't even get finished. I got some news! i might be starting another Greg angstish story soon. I had a dream of it happening and I'm like 'oh my gosh, I so have to write this'.

Last thing I love reviews, like I've said but I don't appreciate flames. It wasn't a big one but it wasn't that nice. To this significent person, I can call Greg whatever I want to, it doesn't have to be a certain way, I think Greggo is cool and cute and I've never heard them say 'Gregers' I've seen it in writing but I've never heard it on t.v. unless I missed an episode. So please just be nice or don't review. Thanks!

Chapter 14: Getting The Truth Out

"Hey Grissom," Nick called ahead, seeing Grissom about to turn the corner. Grissom stopped and turned around to face the voice."I looked over all the guards, nurses, doctors, and anyone else who has been working inside the building, whether it's plumbing or fixing the ceiling. Everyone has checked in and out in the last six months regularly. There has only been two people that are different." Nick said.

"Hold that thought for a second." Grissom said. He was heading for Archie's lab. "Archie, how's the trace coming along?" Grissom asked him.

"I tried finding where Nigel's cell phone came from but I'm not finding anything. It's like he was able to block us out of tracing it." He said, closing his eyes and rubbing them with his hands.

"All right, well give it a couple more tries, I'm sure you'll be able to get something." Grissom assured him. "Now, what about the teo people Nick?"

"Well a, Brook Gavins, a nurse, quit working there because she got a new job at another facility four months ago and a, Daniel Lee, a security guard, hasn't returned to work for three months so far." Nick explained to Grissom.

"So let's try and find them and go from there." Grissom said.

"Are we going to NSC?" Nick asked.

"No, I'm sending Warrick and Sara there, we need to find these people first." Grissom told him as they walked down the hall to his office.

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"Hi, I'm Warrick Brown and this is Sara Sidle, we're with the crime lab, can we speak to your supervisor?" Warrick asked the receptionist.

"Yes sir, one moment please." She then called her suervisor and told him about the two people standing before her.

"I hope we get some answers." Sara said to Warrick.

"Yea." Warrick simply replied.

"Mr.Richards will see you now." The receptionist said to them.

They said their thanks, got directions to his office and made their way there.

"Mr. Brown, Mrs.Sidle?" He asked, they nodded their heads. "Nice to meet you, you're welcome to sit down if you'd like." He greeted them by shaking thier hands and then taking a seat behind his desk.

"Thankyou." Sara said, answering for both herself and Warrick. They took a seat and then got to business.

"Now, I've spoken to your supervisor, Mr.Grissom, and I've told him the same thing I'm telling you, I have never hired a Dr.Cunninghams. I've never even heard of him. I wish I could help you out, but I have no information that can help you about him. As far as a Mr.McKinsee, I know who he is, but I've never talked to him before." Mr.Richards told them apologetically.

"That's all right, thanks for your time." Warrick said. They stood up, shook hands and walked out.

"Damn it. We're getting no where." Sara said, obviously quite frustrated. "When Crane was there in the lab, I should have screamed for Grissom, not listened to him and stayed quiet."

"There was nothing you could do for him. You said he had the gun on Greg right? Well at least he's not dead, he could have been killed if you did say something." Warrick told her, trying to comfort her but it wasn't doing very well.

"How do we know he's not dead already?" Sara asked, looking up at Warrick with tears in her eyes.

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Greg had been sitting on the floor so long and unbothered, that he felt like his ribs were healing. He knew they weren't but, they didn't hurt as much anymore. He coughed and to his dislike, blood came out.

"Gross." He whispered to himself. He leaned over so he could lay on his side. He felt that maybe he might be getting sick or something. Laying down made him realize how exhausted he really was. You know the feeling where you've been on your feet all day and you finally get a chance to fall back onto your bed and you're immediately wiped out. That's how Greg felt except for the whole busy, being beaten up and then instead of a bed, it was a hard, concrete floor. About an hour or so later, hear came the familiar sound of feet approaching the door.

"Hello Gregory." Nigel sung, coming through the door. Greg just laid down. "What, no welcome?" He asked.

"Hi." Greg quietly said, he so did not want to get hurt again.

"How are we feeling?" He asked, sitting on the floor beside Greg.

"I feel like I got hit by a bat a lot and then it feels like a knife cut my chest. How about you, sir?" Greg said to him. 'Maybe it isn't very good to be a smart ass to him.' Greg thought.

"I feel pretty good today. It's nice and sunny outside and warm, compared to down here, it's so dark and cold and gloomy. Why's that?" He asked.

"I don't know." Greg answered, with a slight annoyonce in his voice.

"That's a shame not to know anything about your room." He said to Greg.

"This isn't my room, it's your dirty basement." Greg repleid.

"Watch it Mr.Sanders. I don't think you really intend on getting hurt today, now do you?" He asked, grabbing Greg by the hair and pulling him up into a sitting position.

"Ahh, no, I don't want to be hurt." He said. He just looked away.

"Is there something on your mind?" Nigel asked curiously.

"Yeah actually there is, why did you kill Jennifer?" Greg asked, he honestly wanted to know.

"Well, I'll be honest. She overheard me talking about you and Nick in the coffee shop the other day. She knew something was going on. i had to get rid of her if she got to any of your friends. Of course, by now they know who it is and it wouldn't have mattered but I just felt like killing. She was very annoying and it was hard to shut her up. Of course once I cut her tongue out, she didn't give me lip." Greg looked at him disgusted.

"You kept her here?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, and I killed her here. It was easy I just strangled her and then I had to drive all the way out to the dessert so I could torch her body. Then come back and throw her into that dumpster. You do not know how hard it is to clean blood up, it should have just wiped right off but it didn't." Nigel told him. Greg didn't say anything he was so immensely disgusted. "Well, we're going to make another call to Nicky. Get up!" He demanded from Greg. "Now if you be a good boy and not try and run, I'll unhandcuff you. Will you promise not to run?" He asked.

"Yes." Greg answered.

"Promise me." He ordered.

"I promise."

"All right then, I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid. I don't think you want to die a more slower and more painful death do you?" He asked.

"No." Greg replied. 'Boy does that make me feel any better.' Greg thought heading up the stairs, taking his time up the stairs.

"Let's clean you up." Nigel said. "You look horrible."

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"Why hello Mr. Grissom, Mr. Stokes, what brings you two and your friends here, again?" Mr. McKinsee asked as they came into St.Thomas' Correctional Facility once again. Catherine was also there.

"Well two of my people went to talk to Mr.Richards, the Nevada State Criminalist's supervisor, he has never heard of a Dr.Cunninghams and he said he's never spoken to you before. So would it be all right if we took alook around?" Grissom asked.

"Sorry, but you need a warrant." McKinsee told them sternly.

"Of course. This is Capitan Jim Brass, he's with the Las Vegas Police Department, he has the warrant so if you'll direct us to the room Nigle had occupied." Grissom told him matter-o-factly.

"Of course." McKinsee mocked him, leading the way. "I assure you that the room was cleaned very well so there won't be anything of the least bit left in this room. A new tennant is in the room right now. Let me get him." McKinsee told them. He walked in there and then brought out an old man. "The room's yours."

"Now if there was any blood and from the story there was a lot, we should be able to find the slightest trace of it, somewhere." Grissom told them. They began to spray everywhere to find any hint of blood.

"I've got a hair." Catherine said, taking out tweezers to pick it up with."It's most likely the new tennants though."

"I've got better." Nick said. Catherine and Grissom both looked up at where Nick was. "I've got blood spatter remains." He then began spraying around the area,it was everywhere. He took a sample of it. They packed up their stuff and walked out.

"I'm sorry Mr.McKinsee but this room is now a crime scene and you're going to have to go down with Capitan Brass for questioning." Catherine told him as they left.

"I want a lawyer." McKinsee said.

"We'll get you one." Brass said.

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"Tell us what happened to the body in Crane's room. Where did you send it to?" Nick asked.

"I sent it to the Nevada State Criminalist's facility, I all ready told you." He answered.

"I don't see why you're keeping my client here, he hasn't done anything and you have no evidence to link him to Greg Sanders kidnapping." McKinsee's lawyer argued.

Nick didn't know what to say, he just looked at Brass. After a moment he said, "So if we bring in Mr.Richards and he tells us to your face that he doesn't know who you are, what are you going to say then?"

"He'll be lying to you then, he knows me and I don't know why he wont admit it. He must be hiding something." He answered.

It got silent until Nick's phone began to ring. "Excuse me." He takes his phone out of his pocket and answers it. "Stokes."

"Hello Nicky." Crane said.

Nick's eyes got big and he jumped out of the chair and ran outof the room. He saw Grissom and covered the microphone. "It's Crane!" He said. Grissom turned on a tracer and told him to talk.

"Where's Greg?" Nick asked.

"Why is it always Greg, Greg, Greg, why can't you ever want to talk to me?" Nigel asked.

"Give Greg back and then we can have a nice chat." Nick told him.

"It doesn't work that way Nick. We're going to have to meet soon. I'm sure Gregory would love to see a friendly face." Nigel said.

"Let me talk to him." Nick demanded.

"Here you go." Nigel complied.

"Hey Nick." Greg's friendly voice said.

"Hey Greggo, you gotta hang in there for us, we're looking for you." Nick assured him, tears forming in his eyes."Is there anyone else helping him."

"Yes, yes I'm fine." Greg said, trying to answer him inconspicuously.

"Can you give me any names?" Nick asked him.

"A doctor? Of course I need a doctor." Greg told him, he was trying to hide his facial expression but Crane was eyeballing him.

"Thanks Greg. You gotta hang in there." Nick told him.

"We got a lock on the cell phone." Grissom whispered to Nick.

"We'll find you." Nick said.

"Bye Nick, We'll call later." Crane said hanging up the phone.

"The address isn't right." Grissom said, looking closely at it.

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"It's traced on this street, the address is right next to us." Grissom said. They both bolted down the halls and made their way outside and to the building over. They split up and Nick checked the outside and Grissom checked the inside. Outside i nthe alleyway, damn it if there wasn't a cell phone laying on the ground and a note addressed to Nick. In it, it had a picture of Greg laying down on the floor of his 'room' apparently asleep. There was also a letter. It read:

To My Dear Friend Nick Stokes,

I will call you at exactly 3:25p.m. tomorrow and you better not be here, go out for coffee or go to your apartment. I'm going to set up

a meeting for us three. Do not tell your supervisor or let anyone know about this or I'll slit your friends throat. See you then.

Nigel Crane

"Find anything?" Grissom asked, coming up behind Nick. Nick jumped and hid the note in his pocket.

"I found the cell phone." Nick told him. "Greg helped us out a little. He told me that there is someone or some people helping Crane and I think one of them might be a doctor."

"McKinsee?" Grissom suggested.

"Could be." Nick said.

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So how was this chapter. I think it was kind of long. I'm trying to get everyone involved with this. Everyone is but I don't show them all equally. i'll try to make people have more parts in the story. Can't wait to read the awesome reviews I'm hoping to get. Thanks pals!

Love,

Jackie