Hey everyone. Chappy nine and I wrote it just for you! All of you who love angst anyway!
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Grissom had been waiting for the call at the Sanders' place of residence, if you could call it that. The place was the size of a mansion. The feds had arrived only minutes after he and Brass did.
The silence that had existed for way too long, was broken by the ringing of a telephone.
Greg's mother answered it this time and everyone listened in.
"Hello," Mrs. Sanders said timidly.
"Mom?" A small, weak, rasping voice answered. Grissom was shocked at the sound of Greg's voice. It held none of the usually lightness or laughter. It was the voice of a scared and hurt little boy.
Greg! Are you okay honey?" Mrs. Sanders asked desperately.
"No," was the small reply.
"Mrs. Sanders?" A different voice came on the line.
"What did you do to my baby!" She said into the phone.
"It's not what I did, but that doesn't matter. I'll inflict more pain on him than you could even imagine, if you don't follow my instructions," Boss answered her in a cold voice.
"What do you want me to do?" Mrs. Sanders asked quietly.
"5 million in cash. It has to be untracable and unmarked or Greg will pay price. I will check before releasing him," Boss explained.
"Ok," Mrs. Sanders said quietly with tears in her eyes.
"Then bring it to 67 Gertinax Avenue at 8pm. You are to come alone. No cops!" Boss told her, "or else."
"Alone, no cops," she repeated to tell him that she understood.
"After I get my money, I'll free your son," Boss told her.
Grissom, from across the table, prompted her to ask about Sara.
"What about the girl?" Mrs. Sanders asked.
"I'll free her as well. She's earned it by saving your son's life twice," Boss said and then hung up without notice.
Nobody in the room moved and Mrs. Sanders looked around, "Well what are you waiting for?" She asked.
"Trace was blocked," Grissom announced.
"Your not going alone," one of the agents told Greg's mother.
"This is my son we're talking about. You can catch that bastard once I have him back," Mrs. Sanders stood her ground.
This set in motion alot of arguing. The agents refused to allow her to go to the drop off area alone, in fear the criminal would escape.
"We have to stop him from doing this to someone else," the same agent from earlier tried to explain.
"Right now all I care about is getting my son back. He's my baby boy. I need him to be okay!" She practically yelled.
"Listen," Grissom interupted, "What matters right now are the lives in immediate danger. We can stop him after Greg and Sara are safe."
After a couple minutes the Feds finally agreed.
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Greg still lay in the sleeping bag after Boss hung up.
"Ready to go home?" Boss asked him.
Greg looked up from where he lay hopefully and Sara spoke for him, "Yes we are!"
"Well too bad, because once I get what I want, I have no use for the two of you," Boss told her coldly.
"W-what?" Sara looked shocked.
"You two witnessed me committ murder. Do you really expect me to let you go, so you can ID me and have the entire country after my blood?" Boss asked.
"We won't tell anyone. I promise," Sara begged.
"I don't believe that," Boss said, "Enjoy your last hours while you can."
He left and locked the door behind him.
"Sara?" Greg asked.
"Yeah," she answered as tears fell shamelessly down her cheeks.
"I really like you," he told her, "I know I should've told you earlier, but I was too scared. I should've told you like before we got into a life and death situation. I'm sorry."
"Damn it Greg, don't be so hard on yourself. I like you too, maybe more than that," Sara admitted.
"At least, it'll be together," Greg said of their impending doom.
"Don't say that. We are going to get out of here," Sara reassured him.
"Yeah, in body bags," Greg said sullenly.
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Greg has lost hope, how sad! Is he right or wrong?