Here's chappy 7 everyone! I'm not even halfway done yet, hope you like it!

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Greg thrashed wildly in the sleeping bag shouting, "No! Please, let me out! Someone get me out of here!"

Startled, Sara tried to shake him out of the nightmare, "Greg!"

Greg's eyes opened and when he saw Sara he realized he wasn't in the trunk. "Oh my god, I was so scared," he told her.

"It's alright Greg," she soothed, she had no idea why Greg was so scared of being in the trunk. Then again she hadn't had the experience. She hadn't almost died.

Greg stood up and walked around the room, looking for a way out. "Damn it, I can't find a way to escape," he said in frustration.

"Don't worry, Greg. Your dad will pay the ransom and they'll let us go. Boss seems to know what he's doing, so he must know that it would be better to let us go once ha has what he wants," Sara tried to calm him down, "Besides they need you."

"Yeah, but do they need you?" Greg pointed out, "Shorty is probably going to "play some games with you' and then kill you. Not to mention we've seen their faces and can ID them."

Sara shivered involutarily when Greg mentioned the 'games'.

"Your right," Sara admitted, "But what are we going to fight them with... pillows?"

"We can surprise them," Greg said.

"Maybe," she partially agreed, "but we still need some sort if weapon."

Greg peered around the room. A broken chair leg lay on the floor under the stairs, it was partially obscured, but Greg spotted it. He ran over and picked it up, "Will this work?" He asked Sara.

"I hope so, wait behind the door and I'll distract them," She answered.

Greg nodded quietly and got into position behind the door.

Sara started yelling, "Oh my god! Help, he won't stop coughimg! He needs more water!Greg, damn it! BREATH, DAMN IT!"

Greg had to admit she would make a good actress.

The door swung open and Boss and Shorty ran in, when they didn't see Greg, "What the-" Shorty was cut off when the chair leg was brought down on his head.

Shorty went down fast, but Greg has some trouble with Boss. The large man seemed to easily deflect the blows he rained upon him. "Sara, run!" Greg yelled as Boss found an opening. Boss punched Greg in the face.

Greg took a step backwards and wobbled a little bit before regaining his composure. Raising the table leg high over his head, he hit Boss squarely in on the forehead just enough to daze him.

Greg didn't need any persuasion, he ran out of the door to catch up with Sara. He found her at the front door. "You weren't supposed to wait," Greg pointed out.

"No, but I did," she answered.

They opened the door and ran out, to find themselves in the middle of nowhere. They were in the middle of the desert. Making a split second decision Greg grabbed Sara's hand and they dashed into the desert away from their captors.

They hadn't gone far when gunshots resounded behind them. Sara stumbled over a rock and Greg paused to help her up. They were about to keep running when Greg's ankle was overcome with a blinding pain. He looked down to see blood seeping out from his sock.

"Sara, keep running," Greg told her, but she didn't move. Boss was nearly upon them. "GO!" He yelled and this time she obeyed.

Boss ran passed him in pursuit. A minute later he returned and to Greg's dissappiontment was dragging Sara with him.

Boss ignored him and pushed Sara inside. When he returned he hauled Greg to his feet. Greg hissed in pain, but Boss took no notice and dragged him along. He threw Greg in the basement. "You won't even think of trying that again," Boss said angrily and Greg nodded, Sara just looked at the floor.

The door slammed and they were left alone, except for Shorty's unconcious body.

Greg tore a strip from his shirt and used as a makeshift bandage on his bleeding ankle. "I'm sorry," he said without looking up.

"Sorry for what?" Sara asked confused.

"It's my fault you didn't escape," Greg told her sadly.

"No, it's not. I didn't run when you told me to. It's my own fault I didn't escape, so stop blaming yourself," Sara told him firmly.

Greg smiled as he struggled to get the strip in the right position. Without a word, Sara sat across from him and put his foot in her lap. She took the strip from him and wrapped it around his ankle as gently as she could.

"Thanks," Greg said appreciatively.

Shorty stirred and they knew him waking up wouldn't be good. They sat in silence, knowing that whatever came next wouldn't be pleasant.

Slowly Shorty got up and registered where he was. He looked at Greg, "You," he said mencaingly. He advanced on the two of them, when Boss opened the door.

Boss looked in the room and found that Shorty had woken up. Greg and Sara prayed silently that he wouldn't let Shorty play his games, but Boss figured they deserved it. "Need anything for your games, Shorty?"

Why don't you throw me down the cuffs, the ropes and something to use as gags. I can make do from there," Shorty answered looking cruelly at the pair of CSI's and Boss threw down what he wanted.

"Just remember, we need the boy alive," Boss reminded.

Shorty only nodded slightly and continued to advance on Greg and Sara.

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Oooooh what's he gonna do to them.

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