A/N: New chapter, yay! It's a shorter one, but more is coming, I promise! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I was surprised at the reception this fic got, and it just makes me all the more determined to work on it more! Thanks again goes to Grissomgal71 for her beta job, constructive comments, and threats to finish. Thanks, Jamie!

"This place may have been abandoned, but it wasn't empty," Sara commented as she moved her flashlight over the objects strewn on the floor.

"Needles, balloons, razor blades for cutting drugs, pipes," Grissom said, studying the floor. "All we're missing is used condoms."

"Nope," Brass said pointedly, training his flashlight on a corner. He raised an eyebrow. "Looks like a party."

Greg wrinkled his nose and tried to step around the clutter. He glanced around the room, taking in all of the plastic-covered furniture, the dust-covered shelves. "How many rooms are in this house?"

Brass frowned and pulled his little notebook out of his pocket. "I got some basic information from the owners. They didn't appreciate being woken up," he added, shrugging. "Okay…from what they said…fifteen bedrooms…five 'living rooms', two kitchens…six bathrooms…" He sighed and shut the book. "They've been thinking about turning the place into a hotel or something."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "Fifteen bedrooms? I didn't know they made houses that big! I've got two."

"One," Sara added.

"Three," Brass said, getting a few surprised glances. "I only use one of 'em."

Grissom smirked. "I've got two. Now can we get back to finding our way out?" He turned his flashlight to a wall, studying the two doors in it. He went from one to the other, then stepped closer to them. "Okay…the way I figured it, if the back door is parallel to the front door, we need to go this direction." He pointed at Greg and Brass. "You guys check this door," he indicated the right. "Sara and I will check this one."

Brass nodded and shot Greg a warning glance. Greg understood and held up his hands. "I won't say a word."

"You just did," Brass growled, stepping up to the door. He pulled it open carefully, then disappeared inside. Greg soon followed.

Grissom sighed and reached for the knob on the other door. "Hopefully we can get through this quickly. I really don't want to be in here."

Sara stared at the door Brass and Greg had disappeared through apprehensively. "Do you really think we should split up?"

"It's only for a minute." He shrugged. "It's just one door." He pushed open his door, tilting his head as an indication for Sara to go through. She did, and he followed.

She frowned as she glanced around the small room. "Looks like a bedroom," she said, noting the plastic-covered bed and dresser. "No one's been in here for a long time, judging by the dust on the floor."

Grissom frowned as well and looked around. "No exit except for this one. C'mon," he said, stepping out of the bedroom.

He shut the door behind them, then turned around to see Sara staring at the room with an odd expression on her face. "What is it?"

"Something's different."

"Something's different, how?" he asked, making a face.

"This isn't the same room we were just in."

"Sara…I didn't even close the door. We came in and out of the same door."

"Grissom…" She sighed in frustration. "Look," she commanded. She moved her flashlight over the room. "There are no footprints in the dust, there's less furniture. And look," she turned around, "there's no other door on this wall."

Grissom's eyes were wide as he moved closer to the smooth wall where the door should have been. He turned to Sara. "Then what happened to Greg and Jim?"

"You know…this place is really creepy," Greg commented, glancing around the spacious room. "It's like…something straight out of the Haunted Mansion."

Brass looked up from his position by the door, where he was desperately trying to get it open. "The Disney ride?" he asked, more than slightly irritated. "That was creepy to you?"

Greg shrugged. "I think it was a childhood trauma. My parents took me when I was four. Never recovered…" He stopped and glanced at Brass, who had frozen and fixed the CSI with a half-confused, half-concerned expression. Greg grinned, then grimaced when he turned away.

Brass finally gave up with the door, sinking down to a sitting position next to it. "What is it with this place?" He slammed his good hand against the door in frustration.

"You know, this place might be haunted. We had an old house in the neighborhood when I grew up. The owner died inside and no one else ever moved in for more than a few weeks. So it became a game for some of the kids to snoop around inside. Well, they kept running out, screaming that the old lady was chasing them. So-"

"Do you ever stop talking?" Brass asked irritably.

Greg gave him a half-shrug. "Not when I'm scared or nervous. Then I always end up talking too much."

"I'll say." Brass dug through his pockets for a moment, finally pulling out a brightly wrapped object. He tossed it at Greg's feet. "Maybe this'll help."

Greg frowned and stooped to pick it up. "What is it?"

"One of them Whatchamacallits."

Greg rolled his eyes, then saw that that was actually the name of the candy bar. He smiled sheepishly. "Thanks. You know, I never pictured you as the kind of guy to keep munchies in his pocket."

"Life's full of surprises." Brass smirked and got to his feet. "At the very least, maybe the caramel will stick your teeth together."

Greg flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued to look around, slipping the candy bar into his pocket. "You wanna try this door?" he asked, pointing to it.

"Well, I'd like to get back to Gil and Sara. That way maybe we won't get too lost." He reached for the gun on his holster, pulling it out. "Stay back," he commanded, then fired six shots at the lock.

Greg cringed and covered his ears. When the shooting stopped, he turned and watched the detective as he kicked the door. At first it didn't budge, but Greg heard the sound of splintering wood when Brass kicked it again. One more kick, and the door swung open.

Brass let out a breath, then motioned for Greg to follow him through. Greg took another moment to look around the small room before rushing after him.

He found Brass standing in a small hallway, a confused expression on his face as he looked from one end of the hall to the other. Greg stepped up beside him.

"Are you sure that was the right door?" he asked, staring at the doors lining the hall. Brass glared at him, and Greg held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. But how did we end up here?"

Brass shrugged, then turned back to re-open the door they had just come out of. It opened, but Brass found himself staring at a brick wall. He let his hands fall to his sides and turned back to the younger man.

"Okay…This is just getting ridiculous.

TBC