Hi again everyone. I don't have any news on my Grandma Margaret, but no news is good news I guess. I'm loving your reviews and I want more. I figure I'll wait until I get 5 more reveiws until I post my next chappy. So if you want more you have to review.

Love: Nicole

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"Our guy uses tools to commit his crimes, what does that tell us about him?" Grissom questioned the remaining CSIs.

"His job may have something to do with tools. Like a carpentor, a metal worker, a shop teacher or a furniture maker," Warrick suggested.

"Possibly. Ok why young men?" Grissom kept going.

"Probably recreating the death of someone else, a lover, brother, father or son," Sara thought aloud.

"One more thing we know is that not only is he efficient at using tools, but he alters them for his purpose. The nails in victim number one had traces on GSR on them. My guess is he changed a nail gun to shoot with the intensity of a 9mm pistol," Grissom ended the disscusion.

"So our suspects profile is, 'Works with carpentry tools, has a problem with young men and is a genius when it comes to tools?'" Catherine asked.

"Basically... yes," Grissom answered.

During the discussion Nick stayed quiet, they hadn't mentioned Greg once. They focussed on the suspect and forgot about him. Finding Greg was as important as finding the suspect, probably more. But Nick knew finding the suspect would lead them to Greg.

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Alone on the floor of where ever the hell he was, Greg pondered his fate. The pain had all but subsided by now, although he could still feel the dull ache. His rib was broken, he knew that much. He had also seen the tools Fred was planning to use on him.

Again, for what seemed to be the millionth time that day, he struggled to free himself. It was all in vain of course, the shackles held firmly.

Finally too exhausted to fight the rstraints anymore, he contented himself to scream as loud as he could. Too bad no one could hear him.

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The afternoon came too quickly for the CSIs. The fisrt day of Greg's dissapearence was coming to an end and that meant there was only twenty four hours left.

"There has to be something!" Catherine screamed at Grissom the fourth time that day.

"I'm sure there is, Cath. We just have to find it," her boss reassured her.

"Yeah, I guess so," Catherine said calming down, " I haven't slept at all."

"Me neither and I won't until Greg is safely back here with us," Grissom promised.

Just then Sara came bursting into the room. "I've got something," she blurted breathlessly.

Both the senoir CSIs turned their heads abruptly, "What!" They shouted in unsion.

"A shop teacher... been using an unusual amount of supplies and power," she said still tyring to catch her breath.

"What's his name!" Catherine asked on the brink of screaming with joy. A lead, finally they had a lead.

"Frederick Gretin," Sara told them, "He's not at the school now, but we have a warrant for his home.

"What are you waiting for, lets go," Grissom said pulling Catherine along with him.

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The door to the room opened and Greg tensed quietly.

"Hello Greggo, think they figured out who I am yet?" Fred asked mocking him.

"They're on their way, I know it," Greg replied hopefully.

"I'm sure they are," Fred said sarcastically. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a nail gun. Fred laughed at Greg frightened stare.

"I modified this too. Lets try it out," Fred smiled insanely as he advanced upon Greg.

Out of nowhere sirens sounded and Fred cursed. Greg smiled with glee and started to yell, "I'm here, over here. Help me!"

His smiled, however, dissapeared when Fred went and turned off his stereo. The sirens stopped and Fred smiled.

"I couldn't help myself, sorry," Fred mock apologized, again he advanced upon Greg.

Pressing the nail gun to Greg's leg. he squeezed the handle and Greg screamed as a nail was forecully inserted into his body.

"Stop, please stop," Greg pleaded quietly. He didn't have enough strength to scream. Again the nail gun pressed against his body and another nail tore through him. It was then he found the strength to scream.

The pain wouldn't stop as nails repeatedly were injected into his body. When Fred pulled out the hammer, Greg fainted in terror.