Hey all my friends. I'm sorry to say I have bad news. I found out yesterday my Grandma Margaret had a brain anerism and from all the CSI I watch I know how bad that is. She didn't die, which is lucky, I'm asking you to pray for her or at least give me some support. I hope you enjoy my story. It's helping me cope at least. Writing is soothing, don't you agree?

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"Excuse me, I'm looking for Greg Sanders," Nick asked a doctor.

"I left him fifteen minutes ago. I was just going to get him. Follow me," the doctor answered. Nick followed the doctor to Greg's room and both were shocked to find it empty.

"Greg!" Nick called.

He was greeted by erie silence.

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Grissom and Catherine looked over the crime scene that had once been Greg's hospital room.

"No sign of struggle," Catherine commented, "he probably got hit with another dose of chloroform."

"Good observation," Grissom replied. There were no prints, no hairs and no witnesses. There was nothing that would lead them to their friend.

Nick watched from outside the room. Trying in vain to detach himself, but he couldn't. Some damn serial killer had taken Greg. It wasn't the most calming of situations. He blamed himself and he was sure everyone else did too.

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Slowly Greg opened his eyes, he was on a wooden floor. "How'd I get here?" He wondered. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He couldn't move his head either. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that his wrist was secured to the floor with a bent metal band screwed to the floor on each end. A home-made shackle, his ankles were restained the same way. They were placed in a position so that he was spread-eagle on the floor. Although he couldn't see it, a similar shackle restrained his head so he couldn't move it to either side or up and down and in the center of that shackle was a small hole.

Suddenly the memory of the attempt and successful kidnappings came back. He struggled vainly, but the shackles held firmly. He screamed, "Holy shit, somebody help me please!" Greg screamed until his voice was hoarse. He broke down into sobs, "Somebody please help me, don't let him hurt me," he whisper sobbed. He knew what the 'Driller Killer' was capable of and it scared him.

"Gris, you gotta find me," he pleaded quietly.

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"So there's nothing?" Warrick asked back at the lab.

"Nothing leading us to Greg," Catherine confirmed.

"Shit," he voiced angrily.

A young man carrying a package entered the breakroom. "I've gotta package for the graveyard shift." he stated.

"I'll sign," Catherine said grabbing the package and signing the electronic pad. On the package the subject said, "Sanders."

"Warrick," she turned her head to him.

"Yeah," Warrick answered.

"Get the rest of the team in here," she ordered.

Without a word Warrick turned and walked out of the breakroom

After Warrick returned with Grissom, Sara and Nick, Catherine carefully opened the package. She turned it upside down and out fell a single video tape. Carefully she dusted it for prints and when none showed up she got up and headed toward Archie's video lab. Not a word was spoken, but everyone followed her anyway.

When Archie played the tape they watched in silent horror. Greg was shackled to a wooden floor, dressed in only his boxers. He was struggling, but was having zero progress. They heard his screams and Nick wanted to look away, but his eyes were glued to the screen. When Greg broke into tears, Catherine sat down shakily. None of them had seen Greg so helpless.

A hauntingly icy voice drifted over the scene, "I thought my last victim should be special. You can try to find him, but you won't. At least not before he's screwed. I'll be in touch."

The last part of the video was Greg's plea, "Gris, you gotta find me."

"I will, Greg, I will," Grissom said quietly.

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"Well hello, Greggo. Why don't we get started. I hate waiting, don't you?" His captor asked him.

Greg was silent, but his eyes betrayed him. He was terrified and his captor could tell.

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