Ok, Audrey, before you poke me the eye with a hot french fry, don't! I'm updating, ok. So no one get mad. I know I was cruel in the last chappy, but I must admit, it was fun to write. I want to thank all the people who reveiwed and thank everyone who wish my Grandma Margaret well. I love you all for your support! I'm having second thoughts about the character death. It won't be who you think if I do though. In your reviews tell me if I should or I shouldn't. I'll do what the majority tells me to do. I won't be updating until I get 10 more reveiws or for 2 days. So if more want more faster reveiw.

P.S. I'm surprised no one noticed the error I made. At the end of chappy 4 Fred gags Greg, but in the 5th chappy, the gag mysteriously dissappeared. Lets just say he spit it out. Hehe

Love: Nicole

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A small child lay huddled behind the boxes. Nick supressed his anger that they hadn't found Greg and forced a smile for the little girl, "Hey shouldn't be be home?" Nick asked softly.

"I ain't gotta home," the child answered in a small voice.

Nick asked the child her name.

"Tara," she answered quietly.

"Ok, Tara. What do ya say we get you somewhere warm and some food," Nick offered her his hand.

Quietly Tara took Nick's hand and he led her out of the warehouse and yelled for the paramedics, who were on standby in case they'd found Greg. Nick called a detective to oversee the rest of his teams search for Greg. He didn't want to leave, but the little girl only trusted him.

Nick phoned Grissom and told him about Tara and then accompanied her in the ambulance.

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Fred watched as Greg lay there motionless. This one had been the most fun so far. He'd gone farther than before and it felt good. He was planning for Greg to be his last victim, but maybe not. No, he couldn't stray from the plan. The plan was flawless.

He watched as slowly Greg began to stir. Greg's eyelids fluttered and opened. Fred greeted him.

"Hi Greggo, have a nice nap?" Fred asked sarcastically.

Greg didn't answer. He would have turned his head away, if it wasn't for that stupid shackle on his head. 'Why doesn't he kill me already,' Greg thought. He didn't want to live anymore, not like this. Unloved, unwanted and in pain.

"Just get it over with, will you," Greg pleaded.

"I'm sorry. That's not gonna happen, not for some hours," Fred told him, "I haven't had all my fun yet."

Usually this would've been where Greg inserted a sarcastic remark, but what was the use. It would only cause him more pain. He kept quiet and lay still. When he moved as little as he could it hurt like hell. The "D" burnt on his chest smarted like crazy.

"What should I do next?" Fred asked, when Greg said nothing," I guess I'll choose then. Hmmm..." He picked up a portable sander, "Just like you name, Sanders."

Greg winced involuntarily. The portable sander would rub off his skin bit by bit and he guessed that would hurt, alot.

Fred turned on the sander and knelt down beside Greg once again, "Where to start, where to start?" He murmered, "Can't ruin your pretty face, can we now?"

Finally Fred found his spot. He held the sander at Greg's thigh and watched as it scraped Greg's skin, painfully. Greg screamed over and over again, "I love it when you scream," Fred commented.

Greg took no noticed and just kept screaming.

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"Well, I better call Greg's family," Grissom stated after every warehouse turned up empty, except for the child.

"He's only got a brother, right. His parents were killed in a car crashwhen he was fifteen, I think," Catherine stated.

"Yeah," Grissom confrimed and went to his office to make the call.

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Joey Sanders was tucking his eight year old twin daughters, Audrey and Ashley, in when the phone rang.

"I'll read you a story when I get back okay?" He promised the two blonde girls.

Quickly he answered the phone, "Joey Sanders."

"This is Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab," Grissom replied.

"Is Greg alright?" Joey asked running his hand through his brown hair. He knew instinctively something had happened to his little brother.

"He's been kidnapped by the Driller Killer," Grissom told him sadly, "Also known as Frederick Gretin."

"Fred!" Joey practically yelled.

Joey's wife came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist, "Who is it? What's it about?" Alia asked when she noticed the tears in his usually happy, chocolate brown eyes.

He momentarily moved the phone away from his face and told her, "Greg's been kidnapped, tell the girls I can't read the story ok?"

"Ok," she answered and went to the twins room. Tears were running down her own cheeks by now and she knew she'd have to explain about their Uncle Greggo. As she told them they mighn't see him again, their hazel eyes, that matched their mother's, welled up with tears as well.

Joey turned back to the phone, "Where have you searched?" He asked.

"We've searched all the possible warehouses-" Grissom began, but Joey cut him off.

"Warehouses! Fred wouldn't take him there. He'd take him to an abandoned high school, since that's where it all began!" Joey told him.

"You know him?" Grissom asked shocked.

"Damn well I do. He attacked my brother in High School!" Joey explained loudly.

"That's why he said Greg was special," Grissom thought aloud, "Alright come to the lab and point out some of the possible schools he could be at."

"At least now we're on the right track," Grissom thought to himself as he hung up the phone.

Joey hung up as well, told Alia to grab the girls and the family drove to the Crime Lab, speeding the whole way.

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Well there's chappy 8, I hope you enjoy.

R & R, you know the "drill"-(Hehe)

C'ya

Love: Nicole