A/N: Hello everyone! Well after returning from the football (or soccer depending on where you are in the world!) in an extremely bad mood having seen my team throw away a 3-1 lead to draw 3-3 (!) your lovely reviews cheered me up no end so thank you! Here is the next two instalments, as i may not be able to update for a while so heres double the fun now. Just to to reply to a couple of comments.. Dont worry there is much more angst and drama to come and no Paul's not really evil at the minute but trust me you wont be saying that in a few chapters time that's all I'll say...

The CSI's were struggling to come to terms with the recent events, the massacre at the lab and Greg's subsequent abduction had left everybody stunned. Gil Grissom broke the uneasy silence. "As devastating as tonight has been, we can't just shut down. Were still needed tonight and as Greg is one of our own, we will have to pass the case over".

His team gaped at him "You're not seriously suggesting we just go back out on the shift like nothings happened?" Nick said incredulously.

"That's exactly it"

"No way Griss! I can't just abandon him. He's out there somewhere with a psycho. It's up to us to find him!"

"We don't even know if he's still alive" Grissom's words hung in the air. It had been almost three hours since they heard from Paul; they had not been able to contact him again. "Who's to say he hasn't killed him already"

"I don't think he's dead" Cath spoke up "and I don't think we should give up on him" she said firmly.

"IB aren't gonna like it" Griss began, sighing.

"Screw the IB!" Catherine's eyes flashed with anger before her voice softened "This is Greg were talking about"

"It ain't that easy Catherine, we don't even know what he wants…"

"Damnit Gil yes it is! We shouldn't just be sat around here twiddling our thumbs waiting for that bastard to make the first move. We should be out trying to find anything that might help us to find Greg"

"Ok" Grissom relented "but this guy is not going to be easy to pin down. He was a data analyst and a pretty damn good one at that, he knows exactly what evidence we process at a crime scene and therefore will know how to cover his tracks"

"So you don't think we'll find much at either crime scene?" Sara questioned

"Wait a minute, you mean yours was an actual crime scene?" Warrick stated confused.

"Yeh" Nick replied "double homicide, you mean yours was a fake?"

"Uh huh" Grissom mused "Well what we need to do is to identify the vics, find out if they are just random, or tied to him in any way, what's the significance of their location? I want no stone left unturned, no alleyway untouched. Do we know where 'Tristan' lives?"

Nick nodded miserably "Greg and me went there once to play poker"

Catherine was shocked "Nick, just how well did you know this guy?"

"He just seemed like an Ok kind of guy, if only I knew who he truly was and what he was planning, I would never let him anywhere near Greg, I would have killed him"

"Nick and Sara I want you to go to this guys house, and search it from top to bottom for anything that may tell us, where he took Greg"

Nick and Sara entered Tristan's house, guns drawn in case, this guy was really stupid enough to bring Greg here. Nick covered Sara's back as they swept through the house room by room, just the basement to go, she remembered what Grissom had said about was found in the basement at his old house, bracing herself; she quickly flung the door open. "Clear" she sighed.

"I just can't believe this is happening" Nick said as he and Sara began their search. "Tristan was just normal, a nice guy"

"You weren't to know" Sara comforted "you could never have prevented this happening" She watched Nick enter the bedroom and continued her search of the living room. "This guy's place is absolutely spotless" Sara groaned "were not gonna find anything"

"I wouldn't be too sure" Nick entered the room, his face pale. "I found these in a box in his closet" he said, holding up two videotapes, one was labelled 'Nick', the other 'Greg'.

Sara stared at him in horror, fearful of what would be on them but knew they had to watch. Shaking, Nick passed her one of the cassettes and pushed it in. As the screen came to life, Nick couldn't prevent the horrified gasp that escaped his lips. It was a tape of Nick, alone in his house, sleeping, and the tape continued a good 30 minutes before it cut to a new scene of the boys playing poker in the very living room that Nick and Sara were watching in. The screen went blank.

"Sick bastard" Sara murmured. Nick looked ill, his privacy had been completely violated. They forced themselves to watch the other tape, it was even worse. The camera was roaming through the empty rooms of Greg's apartment but then they heard a sound that chilled Sara to the bone. "Is that running water?" Sara's fears were confirmed, Greg was being partly filmed taking a shower. The picture moved in closer. The guy must have been filming from the doorway, Greg was only partly obscured. The tape stopped abruptly.

Tears were forming in Nick's eyes "I should have known, should have prevented this happening, how could I let this happen, I'm so sorry Greg" he whispered, wondering what his friend was going through right this moment.

Greg awoke in the same room as before, his hands handcuffed tightly above him to some metal drainpipes, he was distressed and his body was slick with sweat so much so that Paul had removed Greg's shirt. The last time Greg had felt this sick was when he had a fever, his throat felt dry and his eyes heavy.

"What did you do to me?" He demanded of Paul, remembering the syringe. The room was beginning to spin he could barely see Paul for his haze.

"You made me do it Greg; I was hoping I wouldn't have to use it so early. Don't worry its not lethal, not yet in small doses, just slowly makes you weaker" He grinned at Greg maliciously.

Drugs Greg thought or a virus, he began to panic, thinking of all the deadly viruses he could have injected into him and what they would eventually do to his body. Paul left the room briefly, Greg barely noticed until he returned, thrusting a glass of liquid to his lips. Greg refused to drink it.

"Oh come on Greg, do you really think that I'd poison you? Where would be the fun in that? One sip and you die? Its just water Greg, take it or leave it"

Greg cautiously smelt the liquid and allowed his lips to sip the water. He was thirsty and soon began to suck it down greedily. It made him feel slightly better and cooled down his hot body. He had no sense of time whether it was day or night, the room was completely dark. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious for. He figured it must have been quite long because his cut hands and wrists were long dried up as were his ankles. The long bloody slash on Paul's cheek that Greg had made with the glass was also healed. Greg took a moment to study his kidnapper; he was only just in his thirties, tall with short dark brown hair. Just looked like a typical normal guy that would be popular with the girls. Nobody would guess that he was a mass murderer, Greg found himself genuinely wondering just what had made the guy flip; his ranting had explained a little but just where it had all gone wrong?

After they had recovered from their shocking find, Nick and Sara continued the search of Paul's house. Sara found more sickening items detailing Greg's movement and shift patterns together with detailed plans of the lab and who was on shift when. This guy was a real pro and he had planned this right under everyone's noses and that's what stung more than anything else. This wasn't just any old crime scene, it was their lab it was as if the guy was laughing at them. Under the mattress they found something more significant, a diary or more accurately a diary of hate specifically towards Grissom. They bagged the item together with the other evidence they had found, they hadn't found anything else that may help them locate Greg, and they hoped that the others might have found anything more useful.