Hey, this might not be as good as the last chappies becuz I'm not sure what to do with the story. Oh well I hope you enjoy it and knowing me I'm just paranoid. I hope its good. I'm sorry it took me awhile to get this chappy up, but I had alittle writers block. I'll try to update more quickly for the next one, but I make no promises. Except that there will be a next chappy.

Love: Nicole

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Brass thundered knocks on Frederick Gretin's door and no one answered. Signaling for the CSIs to move back he quickly kicked in the door. "Frederick Gretin," Brass called out loudly.

They were greeted by silence. The officers quietly cleared the scene and finally the CSIs were allowed to enter.

"Cath, take the perimeter. Sara, upstairs. Warrick, middle floor. I'll take the basement," Grissom instructed.

"Gris, what about me?" Nick inquired.

"Talk to his neighbours, ask if anything unusual has been happening the last few months." Grissom told him.

"Ok," Nick answered and went outside to interveiw Gretin's neighbours.

Grissom quietly surveyed the scene. Everything there was immaculate. A piece of paper on the kitchen table caught his eye almost instantly. It was the only thing out of place. He strode over to the offending piece of paper and read the note where it lay.

'You know you I am, too bad you'll never find me, at least not in time.'

Grissom's eye filled with anger. The cocky bastard had been a step a head of them again. There had to be something here that would help them find Greg.

Grissom searched the study and found numerous pieces of paper authorising the use of warehouses, but there were so many that even if they searched them all, they mightn't find Greg in time.

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When Greg awoke he noticed something was different. He was still shackled to the floor, but he was face down and the shackle restraining his head was gone. Confusing as it was, he was glad the Fred hadn't used the hammer on him. He had bad experiences with hammers as a child. Greg remember that day when he was 14.

xxxFlashbackxxx

A teenage boy walked home from school. The skin on the back of his neck prickled. He turned around, but saw no one. Silently he quickened his pace. When he finally shook the feeling of being followed, he slowed down. It was then someone grabbed him from behind.

One of the two highschool seniors swung him around and punched him in the stomache. Greg doubled over and was punched in the face. The other senior tripped him and Greg lay where he fell wheezing.

"The little nerd can't even defend himself. Let's teach him a lesson about hitting on my girl," The first guy told the second guy.

On the ground Greg pleaded, "Don't, I wasn't hitting on them. I just asked for a pencil."

"Bad idea," One of them told him. The second guy pulled out a hammer from his backpack.

"The joys of shop class," he said.

One held him down, while the other smashed one of his fingers. Greg wanted to scream, but a hand was over his mouth.

The two boys were about to keep going, when another senior walked by. "What the hell are you two doing over there!" he yelled.

When he saw Greg he understood, quickly he pulled the other boys off and knelt beside Greg. "Hey bro I'm sorry. Lets get you to a hospital," he said soothingly.

Greg's older brother helped him up and they started walking away. Before they turned the corner he yelled at the two boys, "Fred, Mark. If you ever come near my little brother again, I'll kill you with by bare hands."

xxxEnd Flashbackxxx

Greg lay there remembering his overprotective brothers actions when he realized something, his kidnapper had the same name as one of the seniors who attacked him so long ago. Greg shivered at the thought.

The door to the room burst open and Fred walked in. "Hello Greggo, miss me?" He asked.

Greg was silent, but then asked, "Was it you? Fifteen years ago was it you?"

"So you did miss me. Guess what Greggo, your brother's not here to protect you this time. I never got what I wanted from Mark, but I'll get it from you," Fred informed him.

"W-w-what's that?" Greg asked, though he really didn't want to know.

"This," Fred said simply and pulled down Greg's boxers.