"We got a trace on that call! Paul must have tried to block it but, we got it!" Nick announced excitedly. "It's a heavily wooded area just north. Its come from a small cabin" Nick smiled, Paul had made a mistake, and Greg would be with them all soon.
Grissom wished he could share his optimism, but after that conversation he had just had Greg could already be dead. He had been careful to conceal the calls so far, why make such a slip up now? He daren't tell Nick what Paul had said to him, Nick looked so happy and optimistic, he wasn't thinking carefully like he normally did, didn't see the holes in the developments, he just wanted Greg back.
Warrick though, had seen Grissom's reaction to the phone call, he had never seen him like this before, he began to fear that they were going to be too late to save Greg.
The entire team left in a convoy for the woods, pinpointing the call to the small partly concealed cabin. They hurried out their vehicles, barely remembering their kits in their haste to get to the cabin. Nick was already sprinting for the door, completely forgetting about his own safety; only one thing was on his mind, Greg. Grissom and the others were more cautious, grabbing their kits. Outside the cabin they immediately spotted a pool of fresh blood on the floor outside. A large pool of blood and a blood stained rock. This was the right place. Catherine and Nick were already tugging at the door of the hut. Grissom was about to follow when his phone began to ring. He stopped to answer it, eyes on Catherine and Nick who had just entered the cabin.
Nick kicked open the door of the cabin, his eyes swept the small room confirming what he already feared. Greg was gone. "Dammit!" He cursed loudly. Catherine shone the torch inside the small room, a chair, blood stained handcuffs, a broken glass and most worryingly of all more pools of blood. "Greg was here alright" She grimaced.
"He set us up!" Nick shouted angrily, "he let us come here to find an empty room!" Catherine placed a comforting hand on Nick
"We'll find him Nick, he's screwing with us. Greg's still alive, if he wanted to, he could have left him here for us to find"
Nick reluctantly agreed and watched Catherine leave to go pick up her crime kit, he was just about to follow her when something caught his eye. Fixed in the corner was a tiny surveillance camera, curious, he edged up closer to it.
"I'm watching him now, Grissom" was the simple greeting Grissom got when he answered the phone. "He can't see me but I can see him, he's pretty when he's angry, you were too late again weren't you? I gave you all the clues you needed as well, shame."
"I swear to god I will kill you myself" Grissom promised savagely "if you kill him"
"How does it feel Grissom to be so helpless, to know somebody you care about is going to die? Say goodbye to your CSI Mr Grissom"
Despite the situation, Gil found himself correcting his mistake "Greg's not a CSI"
"I know" Paul grinned happily "I wasn't talking about Greg, he's already being blown up once, I didn't think it fair to do it again."
Suddenly with mounting horror, Grissom realised just what Paul was getting at. Nick!
He didn't even have chance to scream a warning before the cabin blew up right in front of Gil Grissom's horrified eyes.
A/N: I am so sorry for the cliff hanger, I PROMISE to update as soon as I can really I will but its fresher's week here and I am going to be so busy in more than one way. Apologies again, I don't want to keep you hanging too long.