Hi ya!
Is anybody else about ready to kill me cuz it's taking me so long to update sometimes? (Hand shoots up) OTHER THAN YOU TOXICAT! Geez! Why do little sisters have to be sooo annoying? I can never get away from her (or my two little bros.)!
I guess I need to make a quick public apology. Last updation, I said my sis was taking forever typing this so it was a slow updation; I was kidding! Geea, I got my head bit off by Toxicat for that joke! Sorry sis! I won't ever joke again! (fingers crossed).
Okay, I think I can safely say I have never had so many reviews in one chappie before! You guys are the best!
Twitch in my eye: 8P I love your name! And I'm glad you think this is awesome. I thought it was a pretty neat idea.
Rehgai: Well, I guess you can't scheme chapter five before me! And I'd love for you to get bored and write something for me! That'd be great!
James' Grl: I know, I was pretty blunt wasn't I? I guess my explanation for that one is because of the reactions in the first chappie. The look of the box, the sealed lid, the 'dead' silence. I dunno! I'm just the authoress here! J/K.
Lins: (Takes out bow and arrow and shoots you down) Dang, those hooks hurt when you're poked by them! Don't do that again! I might not be able to get you back down for awhile! J/K.
B4SQueen: (Heavy breathing) I'm still going. Don't rush me! I'm very sensitive!
GreggoAddict: Hey! I want your name! Darn it! Anyway, yeah, that would have been cool to have Greg instead of Nick, but Nick is my second favorite, so it was still awesome!
taz3: You know, it's a very scary thing when you think like me. Apparently my friends think I am a very crazy person, especially when I have sugar and start talking fast. Howeverdidtheygetthatidea? (however did they get that idea?)
shadowwind: Thanx! I wasn't sure if that would work well, or if it would just confuse the heck out of everyone. But I'm glad it is working and you love it!
Carol: I hope this wasn't too long. Thanx, I always like it when ppl say my writing is awesome (my boyfriend tells me it all the time, but I like to get other ppl's thoughts too).
Little Wing: Don't worry bout it, thanx for reviewing!
HyperSquishy: I know I'm being mean to poor Greggo! But if you can believe me, he is my absolute favorite character! I'll quote a review I received from MikaSamu in my other story for my response to that: "I think one of the reasons we enjoy testing the characters we love to the utmost, because it is in adversity that their greatest strengths (and the bonds of friendship and love) are revealed" That is how I see it too!
KK, nuff of that. You guys didn't come to see a page worth of reviews.
Disclaimer: Well, I still own my idea, my room is now miraculously clean, and I'm still nowhere near enough money to buy CSI (pout, sniffle) So I guess I'll move on. (looks at ground) Hey! A quarter!
Ch. 5 Abduction and Help From Friends
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"Can do." Greg saluted as he turned on his heel and walked out the door. He barely heard the sound of Catherine's laughter as he turned the corner and walked around back. The back yard was as bad as the front; nothing was living for miles in every direction, except for the three-foot tall weeds that littered the landscape.
After a minute of searching (and a few scrapes from the weeds) Greg reached the back door. Reaching out, he grabbed the knob, only to find it locked. Doing the same for the window, he found the same results.
"Okay. I take it no one's been back here. And for good reason too; these dang weeds really itch." Scrapes had become visible against his tanned skin, each bleeding slightly. "Great. I'm outta here."
He slowly made his way back to the front, mumbling he whole time. "Dang kids and their prank calls, got me outta bed for nothin'. What was the caller's name; Seamore Butts?"
Reaching the front once again, Greg looked in the front door, but there were no signs of movement. "Catherine? Where ya at?"
Silence.
"Okay, this isn't funny anymore. Catherine!"
When no answer came, Greg turned and began to head toward the car. But before he could make it half way to the black Tahoe, he was hit in the back of the head and fell to the ground.
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The assailant chuckled quietly and carried the unconscious CSI to the back of the house. Hidden in the brush and weeds was a small tan Mazda, perfectly hidden from view at the house.
Opening the trunk, the assailant unceremoniously threw Greg in and slammed the lid before getting in the driver's seat and driving off.
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Greg woke up with a fearful yell, trying to sit up abruptly. It wasn't until it was too late that he remembered where he was and hit his head hard against the lid of the coffin.
"Ow," he mumbled as he slowly laid his head back down and rubbed his forehead slowly. "That's Gonna leave a mark."
Shifting his sore body slightly, he felt something fall from his chest and clang loudly against the floor.
"Hm?" Bringing his hands back down, he shifted on his side as much as he could to sweep his bound hands across the small metal object; the flashlight. Turning it on, he shut his sore eyes against the bright light and slowly opened them again.
'Okay, let's make sure there's no more surprises in here with me.' Lifting his head as much as he could, he swept the flashlight across the whole area of the coffin.
Starting at his feet, nothing came into view, and shifting his feet confirmed it. The same outcome came for both of his sides, except for the walkie-talkie that must have fallen to his right and what seemed to be a hole in the wall. Placing a hand over the opening, he felt a slight rush of cold air puff through; after another ten seconds, another release of air. 'This is how I've been getting my air. But it's only coming in small bursts. If I breathe too quickly, I could use up more air than the machine can give off.'
Laying his head back down, he raised an eyebrow as he saw an envelope taped to the wall behind his head. After several minutes of awkwardly shifting (and a number of pain filled obscenities), he placed the envelope on his chest.
Greg rubbed his temple as the throbbing intensified. 'My wound is going to start bleeding again if I don't get it taken care of soon.'
Returning to the envelope, he found his name printed neatly on the front. Placing the flashlight in his mouth, he picked the envelope up with trembling hands. Inside was a note:
Don't be upset little Greggy; you're only getting what you deserve. This is how it ended for me, the other four involved with my case, and it is how it will end for you.
Greg crumpled the letter with a cry of despair, causing the flashlight to fall from his mouth and shatter on the floor. Greg put his hands to his face and cried quietly for a few minutes.
He stopped abruptly when he remembered his connection with his friends. Adjusting his shoulders until it was finally reachable, he grabbed the talkie and tried to take a steadying breath.
"Grissom? You still there?"
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Archie Kao was sitting at his computer as Nick rushed into the room.
"I need you to trace the signal to this other talkie Arch."
"Well, hello to you too," the young Asian mumbled sarcastically.
Nick sighed, "I'm sorry man, I'm just really stressed. Greg's been kidnapped and we need to find him, now."
Archie nodded, "Catherine called me with a heads up. She knew you'd be in a hurry. All right, let's get the serial number and work from there."
Nick barely got the number read off, when static burst through the device.
"KCHH…Grissom…KCHH…You still there?"
Nick nearly dropped the talkie in surprise, catching it just before it hit the table.
"Talk to him," Archie hissed, "Reassure him that he isn't alone."
Nick nodded. "Greg! Greggo, ya hear me man?"
Silence followed, then- "Nick? Hey dude."
The Texan's heart dropped at how strained and tired the voice sounded. "Greg, how ya doin?"
"My head still…KCHH… but it's st..KCH… bleeding for now. How long…KCHHH… I been here?"
Nick thought hard about that, guessing from the time Catherine said they had been attacked at the house. "Around five or six hours. Do you have any idea where you are or who put you there?"
A savage cough was heard on the other end before Greg answered. His words were even quieter than they had been before; barely above a whisper. "I don't know…KCHHH…I am, or who put…KCHH…here. But they left a note. It said something like; 'Don't be upset, you're only…KCHHH…what you deserve. This is how it ended for me, the…KCHHH…four, and now you'. Nick, I'm totally freaked. Can you…KCHH…find me, please?"
Nick's heart sank even more as he heard the defeated tone in the younger CSI's voice. "Of course we are looking for ya man. We'd never leave you there. I'm with Archie right now, trying to track your talkie."
He heard a faint chuckle on the other end. "Snooping in other peo…KCH… conversati…KCHH… again Archie? You're gonna…KCHHH…caught sometime."
Archie laughed quietly. "Not as long as a certain field mouse keeps his big yap shut around Ecklie. It's good to hear ya Greg."
"…It's good to…KCHHH…you guys too."
Archie raised an eyebrow at his computer screen. "Hey Nick. The frequency is being shuffled somehow, but I was able to skim in down to five different locations around town." He pressed a button on the keypad and grabbed a printed map from the printer. Taking a red marker, he circled the five points and handed it to Nick.
"Thanks Archie, you're the best." Nick got up and left the room. "Hey Greg, we're getting closer Bud. Archie just cut down the search immensely, and- Greg? You still with me?"
Nick's only reply was a low, quiet moan from the other end. His heart skipped a beat.
"Hold on Greg, I promise we will find you soon." He immediately ran down the hall.
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Twenty steps. That's how long it took to go from one end to the other. Twenty-five if she slowed down; eighteen if she sped up. Catherine waited anxiously for the results from the vest. She had been pacing the length of the DNA lab over and over again, unconsciously keeping note of how many steps it took to cross the room each time.
Hodges watched her in slight amusement as he waited for the machine to stop its continuous humming. "Willows, wearing a hole into my floor isn't going to make the results move faster."
Catherine immediately stopped and looked at him. "I know David, but I just feel like it is my fault that this happened. Brass told me to meet him for a police escort, but I didn't; I just took Greg and led him right into danger. If I had just listened, none of this would be happening." She suddenly broke down into quiet sobs.
Hodges was taken aback by the sudden display. He wasn't use to seeing such a strong person lose control like this. He stepped forward and awkwardly patted her on the back. "I, ah, I'm sure Sanders is fine."
Catherine choked slightly on a chuckle; David Hodges was trying to comfort her. "Thanks Hodges, I'm sure you're right." 'I can't believe I just said that.'
The machine finally switched off and Hodges pulled the paper from the printer. Scanning it over for a second, her handed it to Catherine. "There's only one type of blood on the vest. All of it's from Sanders."
Catherine's shoulders slumped. "Than this has gotten us nowhere. I guess we'll have to hope Nick comes up with something on the talkie." As she walked toward the door, she suddenly turned around. "Uh, Hodges. Thanks." She already out the door by the time Hodges heard her, and a barely seen smile crossed his face.
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I wrote this at 2:00 this morning due to lack of sleep, so I hope it turned out all right!
Well, what do you think? Quite a bit happened in this chappie. The thing with Catherine and Hodges was really only there to show that he is helping too. I've decided to add some of the more well known techs into the story too (Archie, Jacqui(?), Hodges and maybe Bobby) We'll see! Wow, I can't believe how deep into this story I have gotten; I'm still trying to write it out on paper! I don't even know how it's going to end yet! But never fear, I have a few more chappie already written out, so you won't have to wait too long for an updation. I just have to work around babysitting and Drumline meetings at school. (Growl) Oh well.
C ya!