A/N: Ooh being so busy moving into my new home ive neglected to update somewhat, Sorry guys so i just popped up to the computer suite at uni to give you the next chapter, its a combination of the 'missing' chapter i wrote and the next one so its a bit of a bumper one for you to enjoy. I could give you the next chapter after this one but i really dont know when i will be able to update and because of how it ends you wouldnt want to be kept hanging for up to 2 weeks so ive left this one on a 'milder' cliff hanger.

After it was over, Greg just lay in a fetal position, unable to move partly because of the drugs in his system, partly through shock and fear. Paul had gone, he didn't know where, didn't care. He didn't care about anything now, he just wanted to die. Although he couldn't remember anything about the attack, Greg had seen enough evidence whilst working in the crime lab to identify a sexual assault victim. He was now that victim. It made him sick to even think about it, he lay there numbly for what felt like hours. What worried him the most though was Paul's absence although he would quite happily settle for never ever seeing him again; it terrified him to think about where he was now and what he was doing. Were the others safe? Apart from his own death that's all he cared about, he couldn't bare to see one of his friends put through the same horrific nightmare, he would rather Paul be back here, as far as Greg was concerned he was already dead, Paul couldn't hurt him anymore, his emotions had shut down, atleast if he was here, he could be sure that his friends were safe. It was at that moment that Paul walked in; he took one glance at Greg then walked straight back out again, concealing something in his hand. He was no longer tied up, but Paul must have known Greg had no energy to attempt to escape again, just sitting against the wall, stunned. It made him shake when Paul came anywhere near him, he had the power over his young captive and knew it, watching him shrivel up and tense whenever he came near. He could smell Greg's fear, it made him feel supreme at last. That would teach them all for looking down on him! It was time to call the man he hated most in the entire world but first things first. He smiled down at Greg as he stood over him, Greg tried to back away but there was nowhere for him to go, he was backed into a corner by Paul, for the first time he could see what he held in his hand, a knife, Greg eyed it fearfully as Paul crouched down to his level, eye to eye with him. Paul reached out and grabbed Greg's chin, then he slowly almost lovingly grazed the knife down Greg's left cheek, all the time looking straight into Greg's terrified eyes. He slowly let it cut deeper, until Greg winced in pain.

"There" He grinned brightly "we now have identical scars" The blood ran down his cheek, dripping onto the floor. Then, Paul did something truly repulsive licking the blood from the cut as it ran down Greg's face. Greg felt like he wanted to throw up. Paul demanded he held his arms above him, he securely cuffed him to the pipe once more, and then just for fun he decided to slash his arms too, he didn't want to hurt him too much, well not yet anyway, he just wanted him to fear him. Greg couldn't help but cry out in pain no matter how hard he tried to conceal it as the blade cut roughly into his skin. He couldn't help but notice, how careful Paul was not to sever vital arteries and cut deep enough to cause real pain but not a fatal wound. He wondered how long this torture would go on for, he found himself wishing that Paul would just knife him through the heart and be done with it. Paul seemingly bored with slashing, went out again, and returned an hour later with a box of things, he walked up to Greg and placed a thick blindfold over his eyes and stuck a strip of duct tape over his mouth. He obviously didn't want Greg to see what was in the box, then he heard his voice one more. "Mr Grissom it's wonderful to hear from you again".

An accomplice, the CSI's were reeling from the news, who could possibly be helping Paul? It was the question they had to answer and quickly. Nick and Sara had told a horrified Grissom what they had found in Paul's house. Grissom knew time was running out for Greg, his team were physically and emotionally drained but he needed every body possible to explore every angle. They had no solid leads but somebody needed to talk to the victim's neighbours and the friend that found them. He sent Catherine and Sara back to the crime scene and Warrick was analysing security footage of the surrounding area in the hope of finding the vehicle. Nick was busy analysing the letter and envelope for any chance of fingerprints. Grissom was working through their case files for anybody who specifically had a grudge against Grissom or Greg. He wasn't getting anywhere, he sat back in frustration and rubbed his eyes, lack of sleep was catching up with him but he was not going to give up now, he was determined to find Greg, he didn't deserve to suffer. The phone in his pocket suddenly began to vibrate; he answered it cautiously on the second ring. "Hello"

"Mr Grissom it's wonderful to hear from you again"

Greg's kidnapper, Grissom gripped the phone tightly, his rage threatening to spill over. "Where the hell is Greg?"

"Greg's safe for now, you don't need to worry I already told your friend Nick that"

"I don't care what you said to Nick, I want to speak to him myself"

"Hmm I'm not sure if you can"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well" Paul smirked looking over at Greg "I don't think he can talk at the minute"

Grissom's heart rate dropped "Why, what have you done to him?"

"Oh don't worry Griss he isn't dead, yet."

Steam was coming out of his ears, Grissom could practically see the evil grin on Paul's face, and he wished he could just reach into the phone and strangle him.

"Why are you doing this Paul? Greg's not done anything to you"

"Oh so you do know who I am! I didn't think Nick could possibly be as stupid as he makes out. So, out of interest Grissom, how did you figure it out?"

Grissom smiled to himself, he couldn't resist. "Let's just say you're not as smart as you think you are"

Immediately he detected the change in Paul's voice, the smug cool composure was gone replaced by a fierce anger. "I really don't think it's wise for you to say things like that and upset me. I'm the one that's got your favourite lab tech here; you really wouldn't want him to get hurt because of your big mouth." He kicked Greg viciously in the chest to prove his point. Grissom heard him cry out in pain, he winced at the sound. "Paul are you still there?"

"Of course Grissom, did you hear that? You did that, I didn't lay a finger on him till then; actually I'll be kind I'll let you speak to him one last time. Paul's voice was immediately replaced by a scared whisper.

"Grissom?"

"Yes Greg it's me, hang in there kid, were going to find you"

"Griss, I'm scared" The simple statement frightened him; there was a genuine fear in Greg's tone of voice that he hated to hear, had Paul really terrorised him that much? Greg had always been the youngest one, he had never sounded so young and childlike.

Gil Grissom's heart was breaking for him, Greg had done nothing wrong, didn't deserve to be in this position. "Greg, listen its OK"

"Griss" Greg's voice suddenly became stronger "Griss, do you think that I would have made a good CSI?"

Grissom never ever cried but he could feel tears beginning to form, Greg sounded like a little boy, he had lost all hope.

"Oh Greg" he sighed "You will be a fantastic CSI" he said firmly, deliberately emphasising the present tense. "I have absolutely no doubt about that Greg"

There was a silence at the other end except for the sound of Greg sniffling then finally he spoke in barely a whisper "Grissom, I don't want to die"

In that moment Grissom wished more than anything that he could change places with Greg, he was so innocent, so young.

"Greg I…" but he was cut off.

"Well aww wasn't that sweet" Paul mocked "He means a lot to you doesn't he?"

"Yes he does, I could never ask for a better replacement"

"Exactly!" Paul spat out, "he was my replacement, and he took my job"

"Is this what this is about, are you jealous of Greg?" Grissom asked incredulously

"Partly" he smirked "but this is about getting my revenge on you for what you did to me. Greg's just got caught up in the crossfire"

Grissom was vaguely aware of a presence in the room, as Paul continued "You know what Grissom I like him he's young and spunky, got a great smile and is oh so very handsome, he tastes great"

Grissom felt sick to the pit of his stomach, Sara was right; he was sexually attracted to Greg. "Are you still there Grissom? It's a shame he has to die really, but mark my words he will die and there's nothing you can do" He taunted him. "I'll be sure to let you know where the body is"

"You fucking sick son of a bitch!" Grissom raged, completely losing his composure "Don't you dare hang up, DON'T" the click told him he had done that.

He put his head in his hands, Paul was going to murder one of his team, and there was nothing he could do to stop him. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, Warrick.

"You Ok Grissom?" He asked concerned

"That bastard is going to kill Greg, Warrick and there's nothing we can do about it!"

"I wouldn't be too sure!" exclaimed Nick running into the lab excitedly.