Nick fought for consciousness, his mind felt heavy, and a thick fog clouded his thoughts. He thought he could hear voices talking mutely some where close by.

"Why did you bring him now?" One voice asked heatedly.

"He was catching on i had no choice but to move on the plan." A second voice replied. Nick came fully awake and opened his eyes. He was in a small room laying on cold, hard cement. his ams tied behind him and his ankled tied together, when he tried to speak he found tape covered his mouth. Panic overwhelmed him for a few moments,as he yanked and pulled at the tape around his wrists to no avail.

"Oh your awake." The first voice addressed him, Nick looked up and around to see and tall bulky figure in the door way.

"Hello Nicky, ready to have some fun." Nick felt his heart stop in his chest and leapt into his throat, and he tugged harder on the restraints.

'Delaney!'

"Aw. now, Nick,is that any way to teat a friend." Delaney's silking voice asked.

'Go burn in hell' he thought as he continued to work the tap around his wrists.

"Maybe we should remove the gag so he can speak his mind." A tall figure entered the room, when it reached the light Nick froze stiff, a hand reached down and ripped the tape away.

"You!" Nick yelled pushing away from him.

"Yeah, me." Peters confirmed grinning. He slammed a beefy fist into nick unprotected mid section, Nick doubled over choking in small puffs of air.

"Easy Mickey, i want him in one piece for what i have planned for him." Delaney spoke up. Nick just lay on the floor unable to breath, much less speak at the moment.

"Come one lets let him recover, I'll come back later and you and I will finish our business." He told Nick as he shut and locked the door. Nick waited a beat to make sure they were gone, and then went at the tape again. He rolled onto his back and slowly inched his arms down his body and pulled his legs through to loop his arms made, on at a time. When that was done he used his teeth to bite at the tape until he felt it rip apart, he pulled his hands apart and went straight to his ankles. Choking off a sob of victory he stood and looked around his small prison.

Grissoms face went pale, and he looked up at his co workers, who had gathered around him.

"Gris whats wrong?" Greg asked. Grissom hesitated unsure of how to say this, and stay alive.

"He has Nick." HE croaked out, oh nice delivery Grissom, he chastised himself.

"We have to find him, theres no telling what that maniac will do to nick." Warrick gasped, his face matching in color to Grissoms.

"Don't worry Warrick we will find him, and he will be okay." Cathrine reassured. Warrick nodded unable to speak.

"So what do we do now?" Sara asked letting her eyes roam around the living room where they stood.

"It doesn't look like anythings out of place, except the blankets." She pointed out.

"Probably thrown off in his haste to escape." Greg spoke up.

"Damn him, he made we weren't expecting it." Grissom swore. They each went about doing different things. Grissom Toke Greg and they walked down the street following Nicks path of escape.

"Nick ran this way. according to our witness, he was screaming so he attracted attention to himself. He probably made it to the end of the street, and thats when they toke him." Grissom said stopping at the corner.

"Greg did you notice any one missing from Nick place besides Nick?" Grissom asked eyeing the fresh CSI. Greg thought for a moment and realised that the police detail was gone.

"That cop that stayed with him is gone, do you thing brass sent him back to the station?" Greg asked,

"No I think he's the one who abducted Nick." Grissom smiled and ran back to the crime scene.

"Brass, Hey Brass!" Grissom called out stopping the detective in his tracks.

"Whats up Gil, find something?" He asked seeing the look he was being given.

:Yeah i think, where Peters?" Grissom asked.

"AWOL. When he finds his way back I'll have a few words to say to him." Brass promised.

"I figured you didn't know where he was. I think he was part of this whole operation." Grissom explained his theory, Brasses eyes getting wider till the end.

"I'll have a background check run on him see what i can come up with." Brass said climbing into his car and riving away, the CSI's headed back to the lab with their evidence.

Nicks spotted a few things and a plan formed. A camera hung in the left corner by the door he looked at it for a moment and smiled, He could break it, but that would send, big and mean to investigate. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. He turned now to stare at the window and spotted a small section of two by four laying abandoned on the floor by a pile of tattered cloth. His smiled widened as a perfect plan formed.

He picked up the two by four and swung it hard, turning to camera into tiny bits of plastic and wiring. Then he swung it again this time breaking the window, He duck behind the door as foot steps could be heard running up the hall. When the door opened Nick braced himself waiting for the right moment. Peters rushed to the window to look out and see where Nick had run. Nick came up behind him quietly, and quickly raised the two by four one last time, Striking Peters from behind, watched him slide to the ground and then taking his weapon he climbed out the window. Wincing as shards of glass caught his exposed ams and hands, ignoring the pain he got to his feet and gripping the gun tightly, ran for cover.

'Run, Run Nicky, ready or not here I come." Delaney laughed, as he watched the object of his obsession run into a shady woods a few feet from the cabin.

Okay heres the next chapter. Thanks for the reviews guys.