A/N: New chapter time guys and its the title one! As you will see the title of the story isnt as random as it has seemed! Next chapter by the end of the weekend at the latest guaranteed folks!

Greg awoke to find he had a splitting headache to compliment all his other injuries. He tried to bring his hands up to feel his head but quickly discovered they were tied once more. He tried to scream but no sound came out, he was gagged. He was curled upon his side in the darknesshe soon realised that he must be inside the trunk of Paul's car,though the car was not moving. Had Paul left him to die? He couldn't hear anything so he struggled to get free, he moved his hands againstthe bottom of the trunk and realised that they weren't tied, they were cuffed behind his back, no chance of freeing himself there then, he lifted his legs up and kicked desperately at the lid, only for it to fly open anyway; he was greeted by the evil sight of Paul Simmonds leering over him. "Welcome Greg, to your final resting place" He reached in and viciously yanked Greg from the trunk. "What will Grissom do when he finds your body?" Greg stared straight ahead, his mind in another place completely, he didn't hear what Paul said, didn't even really take any notice of his surroundings. He couldn't be hurt anymore. He found himself craving death more than ever to finally put an end to this miserable ordeal. He was vaguely aware of Paul pulling him along in the darkness; he didn't try to stop him. He suddenly realised where he was as his feet got soaked, the water was freezing cold, he automatically flinched. Paul grinned evilly. "See I figured you've already survived fire, so lets try another element, water" Greg was stood about ankle deep in water, he used chains to fasten Greg's ankles to the pipes, then brought his arms behind the pole, restraining them securely behind his back. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. "See the way I figure it is you have three hours left before this drain completely fills up and you drown and if the forecasts are right and we have the storm that's scheduled, well then you'll have less left then that. Any last words?" He said, temporarily removing the duct tape from Greg's mouth

"Go to hell" Greg exclaimed

"Such a waste, we could have had a beautiful relationship" He kissed him hard on the lips one final time before resealing the duct tape over his mouth and tying a blindfold over Greg's eyes. "Goodbye Greg" He said walking away back through the already rising water "I have other business to attend to"

All of Grissom's team were inadvertedly at the hospital. Catherine and Nick were both recovering; Warrick, Sara, Brass and Grissom were there to visit one patient in particular.

Grissom wasn't even going to try conceal his anger. "You lied to us Jack"

Jack Robins was sat up in his hospital bed when the three CSI's and detective walked in. He knew he had been found out. "You killed Lucy Walker and David Walmsley didn't you?" Grissom was in bullish mood, didn't try to skirt the issues.

Jack didn't even try to deny it "I did what I had to" He said defiantly

"Why?" Sara asked "Why get involved with a lowlife like Paul Simmonds?"

"Because he's my lover"

Paul had heard on the radio about the 'injuries' to two CSI's after an explosion. There was nothing about any deaths. He wondered how he had possibly survived. He was going to give Stokes a permanent injury. He smiled to himself as the rain began to fall steadily, Sanders did not have long left. He entered the hospital, and casually walked up to the front desk. He had cleaned his face up as best he could but some of the scars that Greg had dealt him remained. He smiled at the receptionist. "Hi I'm looking for Nick Stokes from the Crime Lab? I need to talk to him about what happened today. I'm Detective Orson" He said flashing one of his many fake IDs. The young receptionist eyed the handsome man suspiciously but told him where he could find Mr Stokes. His room was guarded by two police officers. "Hey guys it's OK to take a break now", he said smiling reassuringly at them. The two glad of a break headed in the direction of the coffee room. Paul slipped in to Nick's room, locking the door behind him and closing the blinds. Nick was lying in the bed, hooked up to some machines, his limbs, Paul noted, disappointedlywere all intact. He stirred; Paul felt it was time to introduce himself. He walked over to the bed. "Hello Nick" He whispered in his ear. Nick's eyes flew open, he immediately felt a gloved hand close on his mouth, and looked up in horror to see the hand did indeed belong to Paul Simmonds. "When I move this hand, if you so much as dare to shout, I will blow your brains out" He said waving the gun menacingly. "Understand?" Nick reluctantly nodded his head. Paul released him. He watched Nick's eyes dart desperately to the panic alarm. "Don't even think about it Nick, you'd be dead before your finger hit the button."

"Where's Greg?" Nick demanded not even thinking about his own safety.

Paul smirked at him "To quote a famous film, I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you, although how you survived my little trap in the first place I'll never know"

"Simple" Nick smirked back "I walked out, the ticking camera was kind of a giveaway you know"

"I'll give you credit Nick, you're not as dumb as you look"

"What are you here for Paul? To finish me off? You wouldn't even get clear of this floor before they caught you"

Thunder rumbled in the distance, causing Paul to break out into a smile. "The storm's coming" He said mysteriously.

Nick looked at him quizzically. There was a knock at the door, "Mr Stokes? Are you OK?"

"You say one wrong word and you've just killed your little friend" Paul threatened, opening the door to the nurse he was all charming smiles. "Sorry, I've just got to finish questioning him, will you give us a moment"

The nurse glanced in at the patient, who stared back at her uncomfortable; his eyes seemed to be pleading with her. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She decided to go tell the CSI Gil Grissom, who had requested to be kept up to date with Nick's progress. Something about that detective was sinister.

The rain was beginning to fall heavily now. "Not got long left now" Paul muttered.