I have great news. My grandma Margaret is going to be okay! I'm soooooooooo happy, that I had to make my readers happy by writing this chappy. I'm so happy she's okay!

Here's my next chappy

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During the drive, a thousand thoughts ran through Joey's mind. Would his brother be okay? Would he be alive? He knew that no amount of years as a beat cop could prepare him for what he might find at the school. And he still thought he knew Nick from somewhere. He was almost certain of it. Still he couldn't place where just yet.

Not only did the drive seem insessively long, but it was tense. Like a thick fog that you just can't wave away. The tension builded in the silence and it was just too much for him, "W-what do you think we'll find?" He asked, more out of concern than curiosity.

"I don't want to think about," Nick replied from the front seat. Warrick and Sara had taken a second car and were following behind.

"You have to be prepared. There's no telling what shape Greg may be in," Grissom said, his usual calm manner showed the slightest bit of sadness in his voice, mixed with anger.

Silence again insued the car. They had arrived. As they got out of the car they heard an earth shattering scream.

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Fred decided to push himself a little but further this time. He had battered Greg's body all over, using the drill as a club. Oh how he enjoyed his screaming. 'Maybe, I'll rape him one more time," he contemplated. However his hopes were shot when he heard cars pull up the driveway.

"Oh well," Fred sighed aloud. He couldn't resist kicking Greg hard in the ribs before kneeling back down to drill a hole in Greg's forehead. Greg screamed louder than before. He no longer held back the screams, but let them go.

Fred positioned the drill and turned it on pressing it against the skin on Greg's forehead.

(if you were paying attention to chappy 3 you will know that there is a hole in the shackle to allow the screw to enter the skull)

As the screw was beginning to break the skin the door burst open and Joey and the CSI's ran in.

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As they broke down the door they were apalled at he scene. Greg lay prone on the floor, unmoving. Blood covered his body and a small red dot of blood formed on hid forehead where the skin had been broken. He looked dead. Only a couple more minutes and he would've been dead.

A moan escaped Greg's lips and all eyes turned on him. Fred laughed and turned to the CSI's, "Doesn't it hurt that you can't..." Fred trailed off when his eyes landed on Nick. Fred smiled.

"Hi Mark, never thought I'd see you again," Fred remarked.

Now all eyes were on Nick. "I'm not who I used to be, Fred," Nick/Mark answered.

"Guess not," Fred said with an underlying meaning and Nick flinched alittle.

Joey looked like he was watching a tennis match. He eyes constantly switched from looking to Nick then to Fred and back to Nick and so on. He didn't really know what to do. At least now he knew where he knew Nick from.

"Put down the drill, Fred," Catherine interupted.

Fred complied a little too easily and Catherine rushed over to Greg without a second thought. Fred smiled a grabbed at his modified nail gun, pressed it against her temple and pulled the trigger. As he pulled it a bullet struck him in the thigh.

"Get the paramedics!" Joey yelled.

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Joey hated hospitals. Everything about them bugged him. Those doctors had already let Greg down once. He sat at his little brother's bedside and didn't move. He noticed Nick walk in.

"What the hell do you think you are doing here?" Joey demanded.

"I'm sorry about what happened all thoses years ago, but I'm not the same person," Nick tried to explain.

"How can I believe you?" Joey yelled.

Nick shook his head sadly, knowing it was useless and left.

Joey turned back to Greg, who still hadn't awoken.

"C' mon Greggo wake up," Joey pleaded.

Quietly Greg's eyelids fluttered and he whispered, "Why?"

"What do you mean, Greggo?" Joey asked concerned as he pressed the call button.

"Why do you hate me?" Greg completed.

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Mwahahahahahaha!

What will happen? Did Cath die? There will be one more chappy, maybe 2 and a sequel. I'll let you know what it is to be called in the last chappy.

Love: Nicole

Your lucky my mom let me on the computer to write this.

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