A/N: Thank you for your reviews guys they are appreciated so much! I almost forgot about this chapter in all my excitement, im writing so many chapters im getting all confused! But here is Chapter 13 and im very pleased to say that Chapter 14 will follow much quicker than expected as I have managed to secure an internet connection for my new student home so updates will be just as regular as previously although Ive had such a good time writing this story I'm writing way more chapters than anticipated as i dont want to end it!Do let me know if you feel it is dragging on a bit, we're just about half way through now with twists and turns to come!

Greg wanted to die, he had enough, his last glimmer of hope had been cruelly extinguished, his body had being disgustedly violated, he felt so so dirty, he didn't even try to fight him anymore, there was no point he always won. Paul entered the room, Greg braced himself for another beating or abuse, he didn't even feel pain anymore. To Greg's surprise, he unlocked the handcuffs that restrained him to the pipes and untied his ankles. Without a word he lifted Greg to his feet, he didn't even try and resist, he was so weak and broken, he allowed Paul to pull him up and dragged him outside. For the first time, Greg could see where he had been held captive, it was just some old ramshackle place in the middle of nowhere, he could have shouted himself hoarse and nobody would have come to his rescue.He laughed bitterly to himself thinking of how he had held out hope that somebody would find him, would save him from this torture, how stupid was he? Nobody was coming for him, there was no point hoping anymore, he wasn't going to be rescued by some miracle, he was going to die, why fight it?Paul manoeuvred him carefully over to the open trunk of his car, he was going to be dumped in it any second now.

He found himself thinking of his friends, his family the people he deeply cared about who he was never going to see again, he even found himself thinking of all the one night stands he had and how he had never been with anyone he truly loved before. How he would never be able to tell the woman he loved how he really feels and howhe would never be able to fulfill his ambitions and dreams he had held since he was young. He was not going to become a CSI, he would forever be known as that tragic 'lab rat' who played his music too loud. He wondered what it would be like to become part of that elite team, if he could ever have been accepted. Level headed, calm dependable Warrick Brown and his partner in crime Nick Stokes, funny, charming and determinedly focused. He wanted to be part of that. Catherine Willows, so stylish, so intelligent, so thorough, he wanted to impress her, he knew he could have made her proud. Sara Sidle, beautiful, brilliant Sara Sidle, the woman he had a ridiculously bad crush on but also the woman he craved to work with. He knew he could have learnt so much from her! Now he would never have that chance and finally his thoughts wandered to Gil Grissom. The man he respected and admired so much so much, his inspiration, it made it even harder knowing the last words he had ever heard from his mentor was 'that he will make a fantastic CSI'. Grissom had faith in himbutnow he would never know.

Suddenly, it was though a light went on in his head,None of the CSIs would just accept their fate, why should he?Greg snapped to his senses, no! he was not going to die without a fight! He allowed himself to be submissively dragged to the car, when suddenly using what little strength he had left, he twisted himself free of Paul's grip pulling him to the dirt ridden ground, surprised Paul pulled Greg down with him and the pair traded blows as Greg fought for his life. With renewed strength he rained down punches on his captor. Paul, incensed at being tricked, hit him harder until blood readily flowed. Both men's faces were a bloody mess, as they viciously fought, Greg using every ounce of energy he had to kick and punch at the man he so despised.He rolled out of the way as Paul attempted to stick the needle in his arm once more.

He got up to run but was pulled down once more by Paul's desperate lunge they fought on the dusty ground until Paul finally ended Greg's brave resistance, grabbing a rock and bringing it down with a sickening thud on the back of Greg's head. Pain immediately exploded in Greg's head before he slumped forward into Paul's lap.Blood immediately pooled beneath him and for an awful moment Paul thought he had killed him too soon. He was relieved to see the young man breathing, that was not how he had planned it to end! He hastily wrapped a cloth around his head wound, applying just the right amount of pressure. He gathered the badly beaten Greg up in his arms, tying his wrists and ankles before tossing him in to the trunk and slamming the lid shut. He afforded himself a smile, the kid was tough just as he thought but not strong enough, he climbed into the driver's seat, safe in the knowledge that the CSI's were coming, but once again they would be too late.