Here's chappy five. I'm really tired, but those damn plot bunnies, just won't leave me alone. Oh and here's the disclaimer I keep on forgetting: I don't own CSI. I only own Shorty and Boss and no one really wants them, do they? No copyright infringement is is on purpose. Please don't sue me, I can't afford it!

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The door to Greg and Sara's prison opened again. By now, both were sitting up. Greg was propped up, leaning against the wall and Sara was sitting near him with her leg crossed.

Boss was bringing down two coils of rope. Greg tensed from where he was on the floor, but Sara stood up in front of him, trying to block him from whatever Boss and Shorty wre planning.

Shorty followed Boss and locked the door behind him.

"Settle down, we just need to make sure you don't try anything while we bring down our equipment and maybe, if you two are good, some blankets and pillows," Boss told them.

Sara stood her ground not beleiving what he had said after he had nearly killed Greg. Realizing she had no choice in the matter, she sat down on the floor again.

"Good girl," Boss said and knelt down. He tied her hands behind her tightly and proceded to bind her ankles together. After checking the ropes again he took two steps over to where Greg sat.

Greg watched sliently. There wasn't much he could do while he was still weak from the episode he'd had eariler.

Boss, realizing that Greg wasn't much of a threat, tied his hands in front of him, instead of behind him. After tying his ankles he lifted Greg.

Greg tensed when he was lifted, fearing he was going to be put back in the tiny trunk. "No, I don't want to go back in there!" He cried out.

Boss looked down at desperate man he was carrying and smiled, "In where?" He asked cruelly.

"Don't put me back in there," Greg pleaded, "Don't put me in the trunk."

Boss only laughed and put Greg down across the room from Sara. Greg's eyes teared up and the tears fell silently as he hung his head in shame. Grown men didn't cry. His father had taught him that.

Sara watched Greg and could only imagine what he has feeling. Mentally she kicked herself. It was her fault, she should've protected him.

Boss and Shorty brought down a laptop, a phone, a phone scrambler, and some electronic equipment that Sara guessed was to make the computer untracable. Thankfully Boss kept his promise and brought down two sleeping bags and some pillows.

He threw down a sleeping bag near each of them and a pillow each. They couldn't get into them and he laughed. He was taunting them.

"Shorty, go grab their ID's," he ordered.

Shorty went and got Sara's ID first, she tried to hit him when he grabbed her butt ,but the ropes held and Shorty only smacked her.

"Shorty, not now. You can play games later," Boss interupted his fun. To Sara it seemed that Shorty was the unpredictable one and Boss was all business.

Shorty turned his attention to Greg. Kneeling down beside him he slid his wallet out from his pants pocket. Shorty grinned at Greg, "Maybe I'll play some games with you too."

Greg flinched and Shorty chuckled at him, "What you don't like playing games?" He taunted, running his hands through Greg's hair and suddenly grabbing and yanking it hard. Greg cried out and Boss yelled at his partner, "Shorty!"

"Sorry, Boss. I couldn't help myself," Shorty explained handing the ID's to Boss.

"Learn to," Boss told him as he ran Sara and Greg's names through google.

Suddenly Boss smiled, "It looks like we hit the jackpot."

"What do you mean?" Shorty asked excitedly.

Boss smiled and pointed at Greg, "Him."

Greg shivered.