"Boss," she sobbed into the phone.
"Kate what's wrong?" Gibbs asked.
"We got out," she whispered, "We're on 3rd street."
"Then why are you crying?" he questioned.
"Greg tried to fight him off. That man still has him. He did it so we could get away," she explained quietly.
"Shhh... We're coming to get you," Gibbs tried to calm her down.
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After recieving the phone call from Kate, Gibbs told them what Greg had done. Tony whispered, "I was so mad at him, but I shouldn't of been. He saved Kate. He's a hero."
"It's alright Tony, you were just worried about Kate," Tim said comfortingly.
Warrick and Catherine cried silently at the sacrifice Greg had made for Sara. He truly loved her. That much was for sure.
Grissoms team again followed Gibbs to their destination.
When the teams arrived Sara and Kate were crying in eachothers arms. In the short time they had known eachother, they had bonded for life. Sara ran up to her friends and hugged them. She hadn't seen them in months. Kate collapsed in Tony's arms and cried her heart out. He just held her close.
After being assured the girls hadn't been harmed in any way, they brought them back to the bullpen, where the whole story came out. Greg being threatened in hid own home, everything. Near the end of the conversation, Gibbs phone rang again.
(Yeah I know the phone rings alot in this story, but oh well)
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"Put Grissom on," Horace said curtly. Gibbs handed over the phone to Grissom.
"Hello Horace," Grissom said coldly.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Grissom, but your not getting your friend back. You won't be so lucky this time. Tell Gibbs his little 'Hero' is gonna die. But don't worry Grissom. I'm not the bury you alive kind of guy. I'd rather hang Greggy unside down from the cieling and beat him to death with my baseball bat. Say good bye to Greggy." Horace told him. He put the phone to Greg's face.
"Gris? I'm really scared. You and Gibbs are gonna find me right?" Greg pleaded while crying. He was currently hanging upside down. All his blood was rushing to his head.
"Whatever he says, this isn't goodbye. WE WILL FIND YOU!" Grissom reassured him.
Horace hung up on them and picked up his bat, "Bye bye, Greggy, its been fun," with that he started beating Greg. Starting at the ankles and inching downward towards his head. Greg screamed in agony, but soon the pain was just too much.
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"Abby did you get a trace on that," Gibbs asked quickly.
"Yes, the call was mad from an abandoned house on Groder Avenue. Number 342," she answered quickly, understanding the urgency. Greg was her friend too.
The two teams rushed to the location. Gibbs kicked down the door. Horace paused for a moment, but lifted the bat for another swing.
"Put the bat down!" Gibbs yelled at him. They were worried they were too late for Greg. They saw Greg's limp form hanging by his ankles from the roof. He was a mess of blood and bruises. Horace laughed and swung the bat at Greg's head. Getting one last blow before he fell to the ground. Dead from a bullet wound to the heart. Sara's lowered her weapon and stared at the body of the man she'd just killed.
The EMT's they brought with them rushed to treat Greg, who was barely breathing. Sara barely heard the yells about blood pressure and other medical stuff. She just looked at Horace's body, then she looked to the mess that was Greg. Her eyes were totally vacant. Grissom tapped her on the shoulder, "You wanna ride with Greg?" he asked.
Sara nodded and climbed into ambulance. The other's looked around. Their nightmare was no where near over.
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