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Chapter 15: Unpleasant Meetings

"I ran the traces of blood you found on the wall and guess whos blood it is?" Mia asked Nick, handing him the results.

"It's not Nigel's." Nick said, hapy but displeased at the same time.

"I ran it through CODIS and it belongs to a, Mr. Daniel Joseph Lee, and ironcially he worked at..." Mia started to say but Nick finished what she was going to say.

"He worked at St. Thomas' Correctional Facility and was a security guard who hasn't showed up for work in three months. Crane has been proposed 'dead' for three months. Thanks Mia." He said, rushing out of the lab to go and find Grissom.

"Welcome." She called after him.

"Grissom." Nick called, getting his attention.

"Hey Nick. I found Mrs.Gavins but Mr.Lee hasn't been found." He told Nick.

"Yeah and I know why. Mia ran the blood through CODIS and it's not Nigel's, it's Daniel Joseph Lee's blood. I think that Nigel had killed the security guard, cut him up so no one could tell who it was, and then put on the guards clothes, and left." Nick suggested.

"It sounds right, but, wouldn't someone be able to recognize him, you'd think they would be able to tell the difference. I remember looking in that room, and there was no camera. That's pretty odd, they should have them in every room, just in case the inmates go insane and try and hurt themselves or others." Grissom said.

"Yeah, you're right. Do you think then that McKinsee could have killed the guard or gave Crane a weapon to kill Lee? I really think McKinsee has something to do with it." Nick said to him.

"Me too. I called Mr.Richards and he's on his way over here now.We're going to have him and Mr.McKinsee meet and have a little chat." Grissom told Nick.

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"Mr. Keith Richards, this is Mr.Mike McKinsee. I believe you two know eachother?" Grissom introduced the two men and they all sat down, Nick was with them.

"I'm sorry Mr.Grissom, but I do not know this man." Richards told him honestly.

"What are you talking about?" McKinsee asked him.

"I don't know you." He replied.

"The hell you don't! Why are you lying to these people?" McKinsee shouted, standing up.

"Mr.McKinsee please calm down." Grissom said calmly.

"Look sir, I came to varify that I do not know you, and I do not. Now, Mr.Grissom, is it all right if u leave now? I have some important business to take care of." He asked, standing.

"Yes you can. We'll walk you out." Grissom said, talking about himself and Nick.

As they walked out, Nick glanced up at the clock. It was 2:30p.m. He was going to have to leave soon. He and Grissom had to come in during day shirt because it was the only time they had open to meet both men. "Grissom, is it all right if I go ahead and go home so I can get some sleep before we begin?" Nick asked.

"Sure go ahead Nick, I'll see you later then." He told him. Nick left and decided he needed some coffee.

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"Nigel we have a problem." McKinsee told him as he came into the house.

"What's wrong?" Crane asked.

"The CSIs are suspecting something because they dont believe that we gave the body to Nevada State. I think they are going to investigate me. They found some blood in your room and they found out that it isn't yours, they know it was that security guard's blood."

"Don't worry, it's all going according to plan. They may keep you locked up, but we'll take care of it, don't worry." Nigel told him. "Now I have got to call Nick, please let me be." He finished.

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Nick sat at the coffee shop, staring at his cell phone. 'ring, just ring come on.' He repeated in his head a billion times. He glanced up at the clock and he had one minute until Nigel was supposed to call. When it finally turned to the right time, he picked up his phone waiting for that ring. When it finally did he barely let it ring once before he picked it up. " Crane."

"Hello Nicky. How are we?" Nigel asked.

"Great. Where's Greg?" He immediately demanded.

"Now now, how many times do I have to say thing, manners Nick, I swear you'll never learn." Nigel told him. "All right, I want you to go to your apartment. We'll be there. Do not call the police or your supervisor, Mr.Grissom. Only us three or I'll kill him. Got it?" He asked.

"Got it." Nick said disconnecting the line. When he started to get up he was surprised to run into a friend. "Ah shit." He screamed. He wasn't expecting Warrick to be standing there.

"Sorry buddy." He apologized.

"It's fine." Nick assured him.

"I thought I'd keep you company." Warrick offered.

"Thanks but I was just on my way home to take a nice cold shower and get some of this tension off." Nick lied.

"Oh well, that's all right. I'll see you later then." Warrick said.

"Bye." Nick said running out of the building.

When Nick finally got home he almost broke his door trying to get through it. He fiddled around with his keys and openned the door. Alll his shades and blinds were closed so it was really dark inside, which was strange considering the fact that it was pretty bright outside. "Hello?" He asked the dark apartment.

"Lock the door Nick." A voice answered him. He did so and walked cautiously into his apartment. Suddenly his living room light came on, there, sitting in the corner was Crane, laying on the floor beside him, was Greg.

"Greg!" Nick exclaimed running over to his side, not caring that Crane was barely three inches next to him. "He buddy, wake up." He ushered him.

His eyes blinked for a few moments and he groggly asked, "Nick? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me." Nick told him. "What'd you do to him?" Nick asked.

"I just chloroformed him, nothing big and fancy." Crane answered.

"Look Crane, why did you meet me here?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing in person. I thought Gregory would like to see a friend anyway."

"Just let him go Crane, I'll let you leave and I won't call the cops just leave him here."

"Now I can't do that because it just wouldn't be too much fun."

"Then, take me, leave Greg here, he's not in this."

"Oh but of course he is. He's taken over my position as best friend. You're my best friend Nick."

"No I'm not Nigel. Don't make me have to force you out of here."

"Now Nick if you haven't noticed I have attached something important to Gregory's left hip. Take a close look at it."

Nick looked down at Greg and lifted up his shirt, noticing a strap around his waist he followed the strap to Greg's left side. He gasped.

"Yes Nick. It is a bomb. Now if you do anything to upset me, I just have to press one button and BAM Greg's dead." Nigel sneered.

"Where is that security guard's body Nigel?" Nick asked.

"He's buried in the backyard of the house I'm staying at actually." Crane answered honestly

"What's the real reason you're hear?" Nick wondered.

"Well, you are actually going to come with us now." He told him. You are going to lead and we'll follow. Take us to your car." Nigel ordered, standing up, pulling Greg up along with him. Greg had been awake and aware of them talking the whole time he just hadn't said anything, until now.

"No, let Nick go." Greg pleaded.

"Shut up boy." Nigel said, hitting him in the stomach, causing him to fall over.

"Don't hurt him!" Nick screamd lunging at Nigel. They both fall onto Nick's glass table, shattering it.

"Nick get fof me or I'll kill Greg." He threatened, showing him the button that, if pressed, would blow them all up really. Nick got up and glarred at Crane. "Oh cut it out Nick, now help your friend up." He ordered. Nick went to help Greg and Nigel stopped him. "Not him. Me." Nick obeyed and helped him up. Craned walked over to Greg and yanled him up by his collar. He then took out handcuffs and handcuffed Greg's arms behind his back. "Let's go."

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"Hey Nick. Open up it's me man." Warrick called through Nick's home door. He had went back to go to work but Grissom insisted that Nick needed to have a friend around so he told Warrick to go and hang out with him. He knocked on the door and ironically, like in most shows and movies, the door openned. "Nick?" Warrick asked. The lights were off and the blinds were closed so he thought something was up. He walked voer to where he knew the lights were and turned them on. " Oh shit!" He exclaimed, pulling out his cell phone and calling Grissom.

"Grissom." Grissom answered.

"We've got a problem." Warrick told him.

"What'd wrong?"

"I came by Nick's he's gone but his table in shattered I don't know if someone broke in and broke it or what's going on." Warrick explained. "But I've got some blood on here. I'll swab it."

"All right do that and I'll try and get ahold of Nick."

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Who's house is this?" Nick asked as they got out of the car.

"A friends." Nigel answered. When they got out of the car the front door openned and Nick gasped.

"No way, not you. You're working with him." Nick said outloud, meaning to keep that in his head.

Greg and Nick didn't say anything until they were down in the basement cell.

"Who was that guy?" Greg asked.

"Isn't that who you were talking about?" Nick asked.

" No, I've never seen him before. I was talking about a guy named Mr.McKinsee. Do you know who that guy is?"

"Yeah, it's..."

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Ahh I'm not going to tell you who it is, yet. You'll probably find out in the next chapter or so. I know this chapter seems rushed but I just wanted to post a new chapter. Let's try to bust past 100 reviews this time. Come on guys I know you can do it.

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Jackie