Hey all my friends. I hope you enjoy this chappy. And I agree Fred is a really evil guy. I based his character on my evil shop teacher. My shop teacher isn't a serial killer and nor is he gay, but I really hate that class. But hey it made the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) bad guy I ever created.

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Grissom alerted the rest of his team and they gathered any possible evidence and returned to the lab. Some hair, latent prints and a couple of unidentifiable fibers.

"So there's no evidence that Greg was ever there?" Grissom asked.

"None," Catherine said sadly.

"Damn it, get as many cadets over here as possible, it looks like we are going to search all of the warehouses," Grissom said.

"That could take all day!" Catherine answered, "We don't have that long!"

"Got any better ideas?" Grissom asked.

Catherine shook her head and went to request the cadets.

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Greg lay still, he had no strength to struggle, no strength to do anything at all. Fred had unshackled him breifly and Greg had pulled up his boxers, but did nothing else. He just lay on the floor as Fred turned him over again and reshackled him, but face up this time.

He felt utterly hopeless and dirty. Greg wished he could've showered. A nice, long, hot shower. He had taken them for granted. What he would give for a shower. Anything.

"Greggo, you enjoy that?" Fred asked smiling, "I loved it."

"Leave me alone," Greg pleaded while sobbing shamelessly.

"Sorry Greggo. I can't do that," Fred answered laughing.

"Joey is going to come and save me again," Greg said hopefully.

"Your brother hates you now, you know. I showed him what you look like now, he said you're pathetic. Always needing to be saved. A little nerd you can't protect himself to save his life," Fred said as a way of emotional torture.

"No..." Greg didn't want to believe it, but what Fred said seemed true to him. Joey always seemed to have to come to his rescue. Joey hated him, that was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him.

"Yes. He said he's glad I'm doing this," Fred lied.

Greg broke down into tears again, "No," he sobbed.

Fred started to kick him ruthlessly and Greg cried out weakly. He tried to stop, so he could be strong and Joey would like him again, but the pain wouldn't let him stay quiet.

"See Greggo, you're weak and Joey doesn't like weaklings. Absolutely pathetic. Your friends at the lab think the same thing. They hate you now Greggo. You know what Nick told me? He told me that he hates always having to protect you. What I said about that special connection earlier, that was a lie. Grissom said he gave you the CSI position because he felt sorry for you and Warrick is bored of your jokes. Sara doesn't like you either. She thinks your an annoying CSI wannabe. You know what Catherine said. She said you're a kid thats been coddled too long. A baby, who can't take care of himself," Fred mocked him as he continued to kick him.

Greg quit fighting, he lay there and take it. It just didn't hurt anymore. Nothing hurt worse than thinking his brother, his role model, his friend, hated him. Not only that, but his surrogate family, the people at the lab, the people he looked up to, hated him too. It was just too much. Finally, after a couple more kicks, Greg sunk into unconciousness.

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"I want 6 different teams searching the warehouses. A CSI with each group and Brass in the remaining group," Grissom told the large group of cadets, " I don't want a single rock unturned. Every warehouse is to be searched as thoroughly as possible."

Quickly the groups were divided and they started their mission. There were at least 48 warehouses on the list. That would have been 8 warehouses per group and they only had until the end of the day.

So far all of the searches came up empty and time was running out. Hope of finding Greg alive was dwindling.

Nick's group was on thesixth warehouse, when they heard a small cry. "Greg!" Nick called out. Quickly the group of cadets split up and searched for the source of the cry.

Scrambling around Nick searched very thoroughly and he heard the cry again. It was coming from behind a group of boxes. Looking behind the boxes Nick found...

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I know I'm evil. I left you with a cliffy and I was sooooooo mean to Greg. I can't believe I was that mean to him. I feel so bad about that, but I had to do it for the story to work out properly.

C'ya