Hello again, I hope you all like my story so far. I wanna thank my reveiwers for their support about my Grandma Margaret's anerism. It was really great of you all, so thx. I'm gonna try to add more detail to my story, soo enjoy.

Love: Nicole

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In a warehouse somewhere in Las Vegas, a skinny man was plugging in an overly large glue gun. Beneath him was another man, laying on the floor, pleaded to be released. Slowly the glue gun was warming up. As it did, the fear in the man on the floor's eyes mounted. Greg eyes lingered on the glue gun for a second, then he squeezed them shut.

"I made it myself," the skinny man informed him seriously," the ones in the store are much too small for this purpose." The man inserted a red glue stick into the glue gun. It was also quite large.

"W-w-why is it red?" Greg asked timidly, he was curious and scared at the same time.

"Because red shows up so much better," the skinny man answered with a manic looking smile.

Greg shivered involuntairily.

"I figure before we start we be introduced. I'm Fredrick Gretin," the captor told him as if they were strangers in a bar and not an insane murderer and his victim.

"Well that's nice," Greg said sarcastically.

Fred smacked him at his remark. "Say you're sorry!" He yelled at him.

Wincing, Greg squeaked out an apology.

"You're forgiven," Fred said calming down, "Oh looky here, The glue's ready."

Greg swallowed thickly, waiting for the inevitable. Fred slowly squeezed the trigger and led the glue to Greg's skin. Greg let out an agonizing scream. One scream followed another, but no one heard or no one that cared, anyway. Greg wished he could pass out, but the pain was too intense to allow him that escape.

He felt the glue burn his skin and after every second the agony increased as more glue was applied. He could smell the burnt flesh and it replused him, he tried not to gag. He knew that in this position, if he puked, he choke on his stomache contents. He may have been able to stop the gagging, but the screams escaped him easily.

His captor muttered angrily the whole way through, "That's for refusing me, Mark. What was so wrong with me? Scream all you want Mark, no one will hear you. Before I'm done I'm gonna get what I want. You know what I want don't you?"

Greg heard none of this, he was too preoccupied with screaming.

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"Cath, please tell me you've got something off the video," Grissom asked.

"Archie's on it now, but he said it could take a day to find out where it was taken," Catherine replied sadly.

"We don't have a day. That bastard is torturing Greg right now!" Grissom yelled at her angrily.

"I don't want to find him with a screw in his head anymore than you do, Gris, I'm doing the best I can, " Catherine defended herself.

Grissom's anger quickly redirected itself, "When I find that SOB I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I gonna do something so painful to him he won't know what to call it."

"Just save me a peice," Cath told him.

An abrupt ringing interupted their conversation. Catherine answered her cell, expecting to hear Nick's voice, "Have you found him?" she asked.

"Yes, he's with me right now," the icy voice told her.

"If you hurt him I'm gonna amputate your eyeballs while you're still alive and then I'm gonna break every bone in your body!" She threatened.

"I'm terribly afraid it's too late for that, but don't worry he's still alive." Fred told her feining concern.

Grissom, upon hearing Catherine's side of the conversation, grabbed her free arm and propelled her to Archie's lab. Silently he signaled Archie to put a trace on it. Quicky Archie set up the trace mechanism.

"You wanna say goodbye to Greggo?" Fred asked laughing.

"Please let me talk to him," Catherine answered.

There was a slight pause and then she heard Gre'g voice. "Cath?" he whispered in a small, hopeful voice.

"Greg are you okay," Cath asked desperately.

At this Grissom turned his sharply and listened even more intently.

"No, I'm not. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough," Greg told her quietly.

"Greg don't say that, you are great person and an excellent CSI. This isn't your fault." Catherine reasurred him.

"Thanks Cath, bye," Greg wheezed.

"Greg!" Cath yelled into the phone.

"I hope you said your goodbyes, because Catherine, that's the last time you are ever going to talk to him. Oh and so you know, this phone is untracable. I'm not that stupid," Fred said and hung up.

Greg's captor had squashed any hope they had of finding him. Archie confirmed what he'd said to be true.

"No," Cath whispered. Greg was like a son to her. She couldn't lose him. It would be almost as bad as losing Lindsay.

Grissom had his own qualms about losing Greg, the happy go-lucky ex-lab tech made the lab such an easier place to be. He was always a little bit of comic relief during some of the worst cases. He knew Warrick would miss his adoptive little brother, Nick, his best friend, and Sara would miss her favorite comedian as well. He hadn't realized it before, but Greg seemed to even them all out. He couldn't lose the man that was the closest thing to a son to him.

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"Well Greg I hope you enjoyed that," Fred said happily, "I sure did."

Greg held in a sarcastis remark.

"Did you know, Greg that you're everyones favorite little CSI? You have a connection to each and everyone of them. You didn't see your friend try to protect you, but I did. Killing you is the only way to make the team fall apart. That's the only way I'll get away with it." Fred told him.

Greg stared in disbelief, evryone cared that much. He never knew. "You're wrong! Killing me will only make them want to catch you more. They will hunt you to the ends of the earth. You won't stand a chance!" Greg yelled at him.

Fred kicked Greg savagely and he felt something inside him crack.

"We'll see about that Greggo. I'm sorry, but I have to go to work. It's morning you know. But don't worry I'll be back before you know it," Fred mocked and before Greg could spit out a sarcastic remark, Fred gagged him.