Hey everyone. Here's chappy six. Ten more reveiws before I update again. I'm so nervous, I read this article and it said that there is going to be a two parter episode in November that makes what happen to Nick seem like childplay. They hinted that it may possibly happen to Greg and that the victim may not survive! I'm so nervous and they'd better not kill Greg. It's one thing to kill him in a fanfic, but on the actual show is just unbelievable. If the vic is him, he'd better not die!

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"What about him?" Shorty asked impatiently.

"Come look," Boss answered.

Shorty went over to the computer and read the screen over Boss's shoulder.

Sara looked at Greg, "What's going on, Greg?"

Shorty answered for him, "Looks like your friend's parents are filthy rich."

Sara looked in shock at Greg for confirmation and he nodded.

Shorty carried the computer and the computer equipment out of the basement, but left the phone and the phone scrambler there.

"I'm gonna need your parents phone number. It seems it isn't publicly listed," Boss told Greg.

Greg stayed silent. He wasn't going to tell them anything.

"Hello, I ask you a question, you answer got it? What's the number?" Boss demanded.

"Not telling," Greg replied quietly.

Boss stood up and strode over to Greg and punched him solidly in the stomache, "What is it!" He yelled.

Greg wheezed, but didn't tell him what he wanted to know. Boss swooped down and picked him up. "Fine then. You can think about it in the trunk," Boss announced, heading toward the stairs.

"No!" Sara shouted, but Boss ignored her.

"I'll tell you, just put me down," Greg desperately tried to bargain with his captor.

"Fine, but you're gonna tell me first," Boss told him.

"It's 1-702-229-0218," Greg complied.

Boss plunked Greg down on the sleeping bag and walked over to the phone, "If you're lying to me..." he warned.

"I'm not," Greg assured quietly.

Silently they waited as Boss dialed the number. It rang a few times and then, "May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Sanders please. It's urgent," Boss told the person answering the phone.

"Ah, Mr. Sanders. How nice to finally meet you," Boss said into the phone.

"What do I want? I want what everyone wants. I want what you have and you're going to give it to me," Boss explained calmly.

"I wouldn't hang up if I were you," Boss said his voice suddenly full of menace.

"Why? Because Greg wants you to talk to me, that's why," Boss said threateningly.

"Fine, then. You can talk to him," Boss said, "Just a second."

Boss walked over to Greg and dragged him over to where the phone was and put the receiver to his face.

"Dad?" Greg asked quietly.

"Damn it, Greggo. What did you get yourself into this time?" His father asked.

"I dunno, Dad. I'm sorry," Greg answered sadly, "It's all my fault."

"It's not your fault, son," Mr. Sanders told him, "Don't worry, I'll get you out of there."

Boss yanked the phone away from Greg before he could reply, "There he's alive. Happy now? I want 5 million in cash. I'll give you drop off instructions later. Greg's counting on you." Boss hung up the phone and looked down at Greg.

"Well that was fun wasn't it?" Boss said. More of a statement than a question.

Greg didn't say a word.

Boss packed up the phone and its scrambler and brought it upstairs. After he returned, he cut Sara and Greg loose and then left abruptly. There was no complaint from Greg or Sara.

Greg crawled over to his sleeping bag, curled up inside and cried.

Sara went over to where Greg lay and tried to comfort him, "Don't worry, Greggo. It'll be okay."

Greg sighed and wiped away the tears, "Thanks."

"Don't thank me for telling the truth," she said. Quickly she dragged her sleeping bag over and lay down beside him again, "Let's get some sleep. Something tells me we are going to need it."

Greg nodded and soon found himself drifting off to sleep.

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"Grssom!" Brass running after Grissom.

Grissom turned sharply and faced him, "What is it? Did you find him?"

"No, but we have a lead," Brass told him panting slightly.

"And that lead is?" Grissom asked impatiently.

"Ransom call to Mr. and Mrs. Sanders. You coming or what?" Brass asked.

Grissom nodded and ran out to the parking lot. Jumping into his Denali he followed Brass's car to the Sander's residence.

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Well there is chappy 6. Hope you enjoyed.

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