Hey everyone, this is chappy 11. I wrote non stop all last weekend, but I didn't post it until now. I wrote for three days straight because of those evil pink plot bunnies with sharp claws. They speak greek and whisper stories in my ears while poking me in the back on the neck and my kitty laughs evilly at my discomfort. Waaaahh! What really sucks is I'm still sick! Reviews would make me feel so much better! (hint hint) : ) I just had the evillest idea for a new story, but I'm not telling, you'll have to read it once I post it!

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"Get up!" Boss commanded the two CSI's.

Carefully Sara helped Greg stand up and supported him.

"On your knees," Boss ordered.

Sara had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach as she kneeled down and helped Greg do the same.

"Hands on your heads," Boss said.

Sara knew that Boss was putting them into a position of execution. The two of them obeyed, knowing they had no other choice.

Boss stood behind them and pointed the gun at them. They couldn't see it, but his gun hand quivered, "Damn it!" Boss lowered his gun and walked around in fromt of them.

Greg and Sara looked up but kept their hands clasped over their heads. Boss shook his head and said, "Get up!"

The two captives looked at eachother confused. This man had killed his friend without a second thought, but wasn't able to kill them. The two of them stood up, Greg leaning heavily on Sara.

"W-hat? w-w-hy?" Greg stammered nervously.

"I can't take another son from that woman. It would destroy her," Boss explained.

"You mean my mom?" Greg asked.

"Yeah," Boss said, "but listen closely. You tell anyone what I look like I'll come and kill you without a second thought."

"That sounds fair," Sara said quietly.

"It's more than fair," Boss told her, "Now I'm going to bring you somewhere for them to find you."

He pulled out the ropes that were all to familiar to the two CSI's. Boss tied Sara's hands behind her and turned to Greg. He tied his hands the same way. Without having any support, Greg fell over, but Boss caught him before he hit the floor.

Boss picked him up and said to Sara, "Follow me and don't dare running or I will kill him."

Sara nodded and with some difficulty followed him up the stairs. When they reached the living room they heard the ominous sounds of sirens.

"They followed me," Boss realized out loud.

In an unconrollable rage, he threw Greg on the ground. A crack could be heard and it seemed to have come from Greg. It was obvious something had broken.

Sara knelt beside him, but she couldn't help him, because of her bound hands.

"Come out with your hands up!" Brass yelled over the megaphone.

Boss grabbed his cell phone and dialed Mrs. Sanders cell number after demanding it from Greg.

"What the hell! Do you want your son to die!" Boss yelled into the phone.

"I begged them not to," Mrs. Sanders said desperately, "Please don't hurt him!"

"Get the police and the Feds out of here and I'll let him go," Boss told her, "If not, I'll shoot him between the eyes."

"I'll try," Mrs. Sanders answered, "but I want to know he's still alive."

Boss sighed, "Fine." He held the phone against the side of Greg's face.

"Hello? Mom?" Greg asked, his voice full of pain.

"Baby, it's me. Are you okay?" She asked.

"No, I think my arm's broken," Greg replied quietly.

"I'm gonna get you out alive, I promise. You have to hold on for me," Mrs. Sanders pleaded to her son.

"I don't know if I can," Greg whispered.

"Promise me, you'll hold on," Mrs. Sanders begged.

"Mom..." Greg trailed off.

"Promise me, Gregory!" Mrs. Sanders said exasperated.

"I promise," Greg said.

Boss took the phone away, "There! Now get them out of here!" Then he hung up.

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Outside the tension was mounting. Mrs. Sanders had run up to them, begging them to meet the mans demands.

"Please, he'll kill my baby!" She begged.

Grissom looked at her with true sympathy in his eyes. "Mrs. Sanders...as much as it could help. The Feds won't leave. They think they know what's best."

"How can they? All they see is the criminal, they don't care about the victim. They just want the criminal, even if it sheds the blood of my son and his friend," Mrs. Sanders screamed.

Brass overheard her outburst and tried to calm her, "Mrs. Sanders, I'm sure they care. If they didn't they would've stormed the house already."

Mrs. Sanders nodded and allowed herself to be led away.

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Well there you go.

R&R please