A/N: Im so glad that so many of you are enjoying this! Im going on a bit of a football weekend this weekend so was debating whether or not to give you another chapter before i go.. and here it is.

Yes i know im spoiling you, what with these regular updates but make the most of this because unfortunately uni kicks in soon and updates will be less frequent, but panic not there's a lot more of this story to come and will be worth the wait i promise you. Thanks for all the great reviews i hope you continue to enjoy it. The next few chapters will be explaining a few things with regards to why this has happened to our poor Greggy. And i apologise in advance but thereare more cliff hangers to come. Sorry about that evil grin

Greg was still struggling to comprehend what had happened in the last few hours. Tristan O' Connor, the mailman had seemingly flipped, killing techs and kidnapping Greg. Sure he had been a bit of an odd ball but was friendly enough they had even made plans for a night out! Greg and Nick had always taken the time to talk to him, and had often held conversations about the weekend's sports results. What had made a mild mannered guy turn into such a psycho? That's why he had tried to warn Nick about his kidnapper's identity. What if Tristan turned up to work as normal tomorrow and attacked somebody else? Greg didn't know what this man had planned all he knew was he was not going to like it.

"He's being working here!" Grissom exploded "God has he been laughing at us! How long has been here?" he demanded

Sara frowned "Um about six months I think" Grissom was appalled "and I never knew about him?"

"Actually Griss, I think he gave you a package the other day" Nick said, trying to remember.

Suddenly, Grissom did remember "He had a cap almost pulled over his face" He moaned "I barely looked at him; I was so busy, just signed and let him go. God if I had just looked, I would have known, there's no disputing those eyes, no matter how different his physical appearance may be"

"Did he know Greg?" Catherine suddenly said

Sara nodded her head sadly "He talked to Greg a lot about his lab work, he seemed really interested".

Grissom was disgusted "he had six months to plan whatever sadistic thing he has in mind, we had a serial killer on our premises on numerous occasions!"

Nick closed his eyes; he didn't want to think about Greg being in the hands of a serial killer.

Greg figured he was probably in a basement; the room was cold and dark. Tristan tied him to a chair and removed his blindfold. Tristan smiled at the fear in Greg's eyes. "I'm going to tell you a story about me now Greg, I'm not who you think I am Greg, I'm not Tristan O'Connor."

Okay Greg thought, kind of obvious, fearful of what he would say next.

"My name is Paul Simmonds, now I know that means nothing to you, it didn't mean anything to Nick or Sara or Warrick but say that name to Cath or Grissom and watch their eyes flash with fear."

Nope Greg did definitely not like the sound of this guy, Grissom feared no one.

"You want to know why they fear me, what I did?" knowing full well that Greg couldn't reply and had no choice. He came and sat nearer Greg. Greg could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he reached out to Greg and stroked his hair.

"You see I was like you once Greg, young idealistic, working in the lab under Gil Grissom. I was happy, really happy but then that stupid girl came along. I actually tried to help her you know? Can you believe that?" He laughed bitterly.

Greg didn't have the slightest idea what this Paul guy was ranting on about but he was very scared. Without warning Paul pulled Greg's head back very quickly so they were practically eyeball to eyeball. Greg's breath was now coming in raspy gasps as he was forced to look directly into the eyes of his demented kidnapper.

"He fired me there and then on the spot in front of everyone. He didn't even have the facts. I didn't even touch that girl but he wouldn't, couldn't believe me" He let go of Greg and started pacing the room. "I never wanted to hurt anyone, I never meant to kill her but it felt good, so good I couldn't stop I wanted more and after what he did to me, others had to suffer. So I made him suffer as so many homicides he had to investigate were courtesy of me. Of course he didn't know that, not yet I was too smart to be discovered."

Greg felt sick to his stomach and cried inside, he had been kidnapped by a serial killer, not only that but an absolute grade 'A' loony tune. Paul continued to rant but Greg was barely listening no more, desperately trying to block out his voice and tried to think of happy times in his life. He was going to die here, that much he was now certain of. Suddenly, Paul wheeled around to face him, scaring him out of his reverie.

"Are you listening to me Greg! I hate it when people ignore me!"

Greg nodded his head furiously that yes he was listening. This seemed to satisfy Paul somewhat and he calmed down. "So Greg don't you want to know why you're here?" he said flashing him a malicious grin.

Greg didn't know whether this was a rhetorical question or not and decided the best thing to do was nod anyway; it was not wise to upset this fragile guy at all.

"You know you weren't part of my plans at all Greggy until dearest Nick told me something and I realised I had no option, you were the perfect choice." He laughed to himself "Do you know how pathetically easy it is to fake your own death and then get a new identity?" Greg obligingly shook his head. "It's ridiculously easy Greg, almost as easy as getting a job as a mailman. Do you know how thrilling that was for me? To be so close to Grissom's precious team, knowing I was only a matter of moments away from wiping you all out in one go. I seriously considered the bomb idea but then I realised he would die too quickly with no suffering. I couldn't have that so I did a little more observations and what I found was how much you were loved Greg!" His voice seethed with jealousy. "Sara and Warrick couldn't speak highly enough of you. Nick said you were like a younger brother. And as for Catherine and Grissom you were treated as a son by both!" Paul grabbed a knife as his anger threatened to boil over. "Why are you so loved? I was exactly like you! But I was never even respected, let alone loved!" He spat out, sliding the blade under Greg's chin and letting it make a tiny nick and bleed. Greg wanted desperately to cry but he was not going to give Paul the satisfaction. Paul got up to leave the room, leaving Greg alone in the darkness, cold hungry and terrified, his tears were falling freely now.