In an unknown location some miles away, a phone rang in a car as the rain pelted down outside, splashing heavily against the windscreen. The driver smiled to himself as he casually took the call.

"Nick what a pleasant surprise" he drawled recognising the voice immediately. He turned around to face his prisoner, who looked up in surprise and fear as he called Nick's name.

"Who the hell are you? Sick son of a bitch!" Nick demanded angrily.

The man seemed delighted at the anger in Nick's voice "Now, now Nick, I can't tell you that yet or maybe you will work it out yourselves" he mused.

Nick was struggling to keep the emotion out of his voice as he glanced at his colleagues who shrugged back at him helplessly. No trace was showing up. Nick cursed under his breath. "Just tell us what you want!"

"Don't worry Nick, I will be back in touch with you all soon" he made as if to hang up.

"No wait!" Nick pleaded "please don't hurt him"

"I already told you I haven't touched a single spiky hair on his beautiful head"

"Prove it" Nick demanded "please let me talk to him, I wont believe you unless I hear from him"

The man was highly amused to hear Nick Stokes practically begging. Boy had he picked this one well he thought, looking into the scared but defiant eyes of his captive. "Very well" he sighed, reaching over to remove Greg's gag and holding the phone out to him. "Speak to your friend"

"Nick?" Greg's voice although groggy and confused had never sounded so good to the CSI's. Catherine practically buckled with relief at hearing Greg alive.

"Greggo?" Nick's voice sagged with obvious relief "Greg are you OK?"

"I'm fine" Greg shakily told him "Nick I'm sorry for what happened to the techs"

Nick sighed, typical Greg, blaming himself for something that was no way his fault. "Greg don't worry were gonna find you" He defiantly told the scared lab tech.

"Nick the guy its"

Greg's voice was immediately muffled as the man covered Greg's mouth with his hand to stop him blurting out some vital information. "That's a hell of a promise Nick" the man commented as he hung up, moving his hand away and deftly replacing Greg's gag. He stared again at his captive "well that was rather pleasant don't you agree?"

Greg was lying on his back, between the front and back seat of the car; his ankles were bound tightly together with duct tape as were his wrists tied in front of him. A large cloth was tied around his mouth effectively gagging him. He thought back to what happened at the lab, the moment he thought he was going to die, and then the horrified discovery of the bodies of some of his colleagues. The man had stepped back and taken a camera snapshot of him when he feared he was going to shoot him. The flash had blinded Greg momentarily as the man grabbed him and began walking him out of the building, his gun firmly placed into his back and his gloved hand over his mouth. Greg had no doubt that this guy would shoot anyone that tried to stop him. He wasn't wrong; a security guard Greg vaguely recognised came out. The man shot him point blank right in front of Greg's horrified eyes. He fell to the floor dead. Greg felt sick as the man continued to push him out and they passed more bodies of the techs that the man had shot and killed. Greg closed his eyes; he didn't want to see anymore as he heard yet another shot. Somehow he knew this was his fault, it always was. Clearly this man wanted Greg alive, he could have killed him long ago. In a way Greg wished he was dead, the guy obviously had plans to use him against the CSI's in some way. As he was forced into the back of the man's car he silently pleaded that they would forgive him for getting them in this mess.

The team stood around, completely at a loss what to do. Greg had been taken away, kidnapped from them when they were lured away. For what purpose they didn't know, did not know who had taken him away. In fact, they knew jackshit but they would find out that much they knew. They would have to, this madman would not win, and they were going to get Greg back.

Greg didn't know where he was going, he was being driven away possibly to his death, his friends didn't know where he was, that much he was sure. His colleagues were dead, it was his fault, he shed a silent tear, thinking of the dead and why he had not joined them. The car came to an abrupt halt. Greg swallowed hard and closed his eyes as the car door opened. The guy slapped a blindfold on him and pulled him out of the car. Greg struggled to get free of his firm grasp; he was not going to make this easy for him.

"Now, now Greggy be a good boy". Greg continued to struggle. The man sighed and easily hoisted Greg over his shoulder. Greg whimpered as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. He was even more frightened now he couldn't see anything, he didn't know what lay in store but then again, he didn't really want to know. Tears were now soaking his blindfold as he wondered if he would ever come out of wherever he was alive.