Didn't see a big boost in reviews but I guess that's all right. I'm hoping as the chapters go farther and farther, that my story doesn't sounds worse and worse. I love this story and my fans haha, j/k, my lovely reviewers, but it's starting to lose my interest slowly but surely. So I made a promise that I'd finish this and well, I definitely will. So keep up on the reviews they are what keep me going.

Second, I wanted to ask an important question to my favorite people. I have recently became a pyscho(s/p) nut over Bo Duke on the Dukes of Hazzard and I absolutely love the show and can't wait until the movie opens. But my thing in stories is the hottie getting kidnapped or something. So I was wondering if, if I wrote a Dukes of Hazzard story, would any of you read it? And mind you it would be John Schneider Bo not Seann William Scott Bo, unless that will make you want to read it haha. So please include that into your reviews. Thanks

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Chapter 17: Discovered.

"Anyone home? This is detective Jim Brass of the Las Vegas Police Department." Brass called hastly through the door. There was no answer. He nodded to the near officers and they kicked down the door, immediately running into the house, searching for anyone or anything useful.

After a few minutes the whole floor and above had been searched and cleared, so Grissom along with Warrick, Catherine, and Sara entered the house. It looked like a normal home, even possibly with a womans touch. They walked around inspecting everything from underneath the sofa to up in the cobwebs on the ceilings. Everyone jumped in the house when they heard a yell, sounded like a yell of shock.

"We've got a live one down here! We need a medic." A police officer said running from the basement steps.

They all ran down there and Grissom being first ran over to the bodies side. "Nicky." He said. The others stood around them. He looked like he had got hit in the head, minor injury but sufficient, it knocked him out good. A coupld paramedics with a stretcher came down the stairs, put Nick on it, and took him upstairs.

"Catherine, go ahead and go with him, when he wakes up, ask him what happened and if he's seen Greg." Grissom instructed her. She immediately obeyed and ran up after the paramedics.

"We've got a scene to process." Grissom told the others.

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"Nigel,what are you doing here?" Richards asked him, openning his door to find him standing there.

"They found your place, I'm not sure how, someone must have seen me the other day and got the license plate down and traced it to your home. They'll most likely come looking for you, you know.: He told him, walking into the shack that Richards had now occupied. "So how's little Greggory?" He asked, changing the subject.

"He's in tremendous pain actually. I'm glad to hear his cries for help. It makes me laugh." He paused, looking serious. "They're going to look for me?" He asked.

"Well naturally. They all ready know I'm in on it, they know McKinsee is and they've got him and now they know about you too." Nigel said as if it was no idea.

"Oh, well, then what are we going to do?" He asked.

"What all have you done to him?" Nigel asked about Greg, ignoring the previous question.

"Well, I had a lovely time with a whip and as soon as he woke up, I took a knife and let it slither all over his chest and back, and his neck and face. He looked terrified. I was just about to have Malone seduce him when you came a knocking." He told him, quite pleased with himself.

"Seduce him? What good is that? He would most likely enjoy it, wouldn't he?" He asked puzzled.

"Well he hasn't grown very fond of her, I think it would be funny to watch. Forcing him to do things he does not yern for." He explained.

Nigel just replied with a quiet 'oh' and they sat down, discussing, well whatever they were discussing.

Aross the room was Greg's painful, sore, totaled body. He ungreatfully was still in his standing position. He was now striped down to his light blue boxers, which they were, as well as, most of his body, covered in blood. He wished so much that he could at least sit down. He ached all over. He had nasty bloody gashes all over his chest and back. Knife cuts all over but also on his neck and face. He couldn't cry in pain because it all ready damaged his spirit but also hurt.

"Well baby, let's clean you up." Mrs. Malone said to him, unchaining him. He just fell in a heap on the floor. He couldn't fight her off and even if he could, Crane and Richards were right there in the room as well. Malone pulled him up and heaved him into the bathroom. She, after about fifteen minutes, got him into the bathtub and began to fill it up with warm water. He just laid in there. The water made him hiss with pain because they stung every cut but then again it did feel relieving. She cleaned his cuts and took a wet rag over his face, getting rid of the blood. Once she was done he felt much better but still weak. When he stod up, he grabbed her wrist but she pulled out a gun from underneath her skirt. "Don't even think about it." She warned him. He let go. He felt that if this was any other girl he wouldn't mind taking his boxers off infront of her but she was just crazy so he didn't like it the slightest. He had to so he could put warm, dry ones on. So he was still almost naked except for the very thin yellow boxers he now wore.

When they finally came from the bathroom, she instructed him, he looked over and saw Crane and Richards both watching his every move, to lay down on a bed. He did and she chained his wrists up to the top of the bed and his ankles to the bottom of the bed. He didn't know what was going on until the crazy woman laid on top of him.

"Let's have some fun." She said, going down below Greg's waist. He knew what was happening and didn't want any part of it.

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"Hey kid." Catherine said over Nick as he finally woke up in his hospital room.

"Hey, what, what's going on..." He paused breifly. "Where's Greg?"

"It's all right hun. You're in the hospital we found where Nigel was keeping you." Catherine explaiend to him.

"What about Greg?" He asked.

"We were hoping you'd know." She told him. "Do you remember what happened?"

"Well, I know that McKinsee is in on this, and Richards, and, someone else but I can't remember who Greg said. Then Crane split Greg and I up. He then just talked to me about I don't know, about being great friends forever and I'd never leave him again." He told Catherine.

"Is that all." She beckoned.

"Actually, then after a while I heard him go upstairs, curse loudly and then run down here. He hit me hard in the head, then I woke up here, right now." He finished.

"Oh... Well do you know where.." She didn't get to finish because Nick knew what she was going to ask.

"A barn! Or, or a I don't know, a storeage unit, something. That's where they took Greg. I remember hearing them talking about it. They thought I wasn't able to hear them but I could through the vents!" He said to her suddenly.

"Thanks Nicky, that helps us a lot." That may seem like it was sarcasim but she was quite serious. "Now get some sleep." She told him. She kissed him on the forehead and left.

As soon as he knew she had left he got up, pulled off the wires attached to him and looked around for his clothes. When he found them, he threw them on and before the nurse was able to check to make sure nothing was wrong, he was gone. She was worried and called Grissom.

"Grissom." He answered, as he usually did.

"Mr. Grissom, this is nurse Thompson at Doctors West, Nevada." She introduced herself.

"May I help you?"

"Well yes, have you talked to a Nick Stokes recently?"

"NO I haven't, why?"

"Because I believe he may have walked out of here. He's not in his room."

"All right, thank you mam." He hung up the phone. Not five minutes after the call did Nick come walking into the lab.

"Hey Grissom, how's the tracing for Greg going?" He asled/

"We haven't found him yet but we're checking all storage units and warehouses and barns.You better call the hospital and tell them you're here, they just called."

"I will."

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"Get the hell off of me!" Greg screamed at Malone for like the hundredth time. She had done anything possible to him that a woman could do to a man. Sure he would have liked to enjoy it. I mean tied down and getting free, pleasures? But it was this creepy woman that had helped kidnap him.

"No way baby." She said, slithering her thin fingers all down his chest and body. It gave him shivers on the back of his neck. She then grabbed his, lets go with shlong, and thrust it into her. She forced him to, sex her up, and of course he didn't want to but didn't one-hundred percent hate it either. He obeyed to what she wanted and even though he didn't want to, he couldn't stop her from shoving her tongue down his throat . It had gotten really heated and finally it ended. She pulled p off him and slid into a robe. He laid there with his shlong hanging out, feeling both embarassed and used. The worse part was that Richards and Crane, had WATCHED, the whole time. She giggled and put his slightly smaller friend away and left the room.

"Did we have fun Greggory?" Crane sneared, walking over to him

He chose not to answer.

"Well then I guess you really enjoyed it or completely hated it." He said. Truthfully it was good but then he hated even thinking that at the slightest. That nasty sleezy girl was all over him and made him do it. If it was maybe him and her on a date and she was all nice and beautiful not wicked and demented, maybeh e would have fully enjoyed it. "You got the pleasure, now get ready for more pain." He said. Greg glanced behind Crane and saw a whip again in Richards hand.

'Oh no.'

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Nick sat, looking at the table, thinking absentmindedly. He was trying to think about where Greg might be. he listened to thier conversation in his head:

"Where are you going to take him, surely not into another home, you don't have one." Crane said to Richards.

"I know that. I was thinking of just going to a vacated place."

"Like what? A barn?"

"Well, actually I was thinking of that old shack off of 1..." Richards said.

"That sounds good. I'll see you later on then." Nigel said.

"Damn where did he say. 1..1."He closed his eyes it took him several moments but then the memory occured to him. "off of 182 in that little moutain valley. It's been deserted for years."

"I've got to go and get him." Nick said, grabbing his keys.

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How was that chapter? I hope it was all right. Hope to see from no on at least 10 reviews per chapter or I won't update. Come on gyus. I'm looking forward for my reviews to go from 116 to 126. I know you can do it.

Again will some of you review my Dukes of Hazzard story if I decide to do it, which I'll deff. let you know if I am. As you know, of course I'm going to have it involving the lovely words 'kidnapped' and 'Bo'. I just love that kinda stuff. Hope to see some of you looking optimistic about this story.

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