El Gringo Loco : I couldn't have said it better myself!

alwayswrite05, Labrat-Speedy, Musicluvr325, daily, Nicole 101, CSI Obsesser, glad y'all are enjoying it, hope you like the revenge!

icklebitodd : Aren't I just evil? I was gonna post a massive chapter with revenge and all, problem was I had no idea what it was that Greg was gonna do to them. But now I do, and I hope you like it : )

CSIslave : Glad you loved it! Haha! That totally reminds me of a pin one of my buddy's wears all the time! It's all 'while you were staring at my butt..I farted'. The hilarity...

Thanks so much for the great response, y'all are rad. Well, here it is. I seriously had no idea where to go with this, but finally decided on this little piece of revenge. I hope it gives Greg the justice he deserves. Enjoy!

Ink

4. Give 'Em Hell Kid

Two weeks later Greg, Catherine and Sara sat around the table, each glancing at each other as Grissom stood at the head of the table. He frowned as he watched them. As he often did, he felt like he was missing out on something. He shrugged it off. Whatever they were up to, it didn't concern him. He quickly dismissed them all without any assignments before returning to his office. They all sighed. It was going to be a slow night. No cases meant no work, and work would have been the only thing keeping them sane that night. It just happened to be Warrick and Nick's night off, setting up the perfect time to put their plan into action. Working graveyard shift was going to work to their advantage, but it was also to their disadvantage. All they could do was sit back and wait until the time came for Greg's revenge. To get everything in motion, at least half a dozen people had been let in on the plan, and every one of them had used their own ties and hook ups to get everything ready.

"So everything's ready?" Greg asked as he fidgeted with his hands.

"Uh huh," Sara said as she nodded.

"You've gotta stop thinking about it. Everything's ready, everything's going to go smoothly. Just forget about it!" Catherine exclaimed. Greg's state was already starting to annoy her. They each dispersed into different areas of the lab, distancing themselves from one another in an attempt to keep their minds off of their impending plans. Greg couldn't have been more nervous at that point. He was feeling a little reluctant, doubting whether or not the boys really deserved what they had in mind. He sat down at his computer and tried to occupy himself with thoughts other than his revenge. It's going to be a long night...

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Nick and Warrick took a seat at the bar and ordered a round. The night was young, and they intended on riding it out into the early hours of the morning. It'd been a while since they'd had a night off like this, and even longer since they'd allowed themselves to get completely wasted like the good old days.

"You really think Greg isn't a threat to us anymore?" Nick asked as he took a sip of his beer.

"Nope. If he was gonna pull something on us, he would've done it by now. I don't think he's got the balls to try anything on us anyways." Warrick returned.

Nick chuckled. He sure as hell hoped that Warrick was right. He couldn't help but take an occasional glance around the bar, making sure that Greg wasn't hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to try something.

"Man, relax." Warrick said trying to calm his friend down. He knew they had nothing to worry about.

Nick nodded. He soon relaxed after a few more rounds, and within hours neither of them had any trace of thoughts concerning Greg, or anything he might try to do to them. Round after round, they became more and more intoxicated. The bartender gave them their last round before cutting them off.

"C'mon man, the night is still young!" Warrick slurred as he grabbed the beer.

"Yeah, it's only..." Nick trailed off as he tried to read the face of his watch.

"It's 4am fellas, and you've had more than enough." The bartender replied.

The bartender disappeared. Nick and Warrick remained in silence, defeated. They couldn't argue with the guy. After all, they could easily just leave and find another bar after they finished their last beer.

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"Hey," Catherine said as she stuck her head into the break room where Greg had managed to remain for the past few hours. He seemed as though he had fallen asleep, but she had news that'd really wake him up. "Guess what?"

He sat upright, knowing exactly what this meant. He grinned, "We're on?"

"Yup. Everything's ready, we're just waiting for the final preparations." She replied, realizing just how strange it all sounded. What were they doing? Preparing to launch a nuke attack on an enemy nation? She shook her head as she followed Greg out to find Sara.

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"Hey," Nick said as he hit Warrick and signaled towards the door. Two women entered and took a seat a few meters away from them at the other end of the bar. They'd been waiting all night for women to talk to. Their night so far had been fruitless, but with the added confidence of the alcohol, both men were filled with much needed confidence. They grabbed their beers and moved a little closer to the women, flashing them with their finest smiles and dashing looks.

"Hi," the tall leggy blond said as they moved even closer to her and her friend.

"Hi," Warrick returned, unable to muster up anything more complicated than that.

"Do you ladies wanna join us? We're going to find another bar." Nick asked rather slowly. The alcohol made him speak slower, and further accentuated his Texan accent. Unlike Warrick he was still capable of forming complete sentences, however slowly they came out.

"Sure." The two women nodded as the men downed the last drops of their beer as they led the two women outside.

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"Is everyone still sure they want to be a part of this?" He asked as the hours continued to count down. He knew what was going to happen was a little cruel, and they might get into trouble from more than a few people. Catherine, Sara, and a few other police officers nodded. They'd already helped organize it all, why would they want to abandon Greg now? "Okay..." He trailed off as he began to run through the plan once more. He couldn't help but feel high and mighty as he spoke to them, and began to wonder if Grissom felt anything like this when he handed them assignments and told them what to do. Probably not…

Assured that everyone knew their role in his revenge, they all went back to their usual work areas, and continued to wait for the final signal. Greg, Sara and Catherine waited in the break room, trying desperately to sustain a single thread of patience, though they were all losing that battle. Greg looked down at his phone as he received a message which simply read, 'Give 'em hell kid!' He smiled. They all looked up as Grissom entered the room.

"Catherine, Sara, a possible DB at the Desert Horizon Motor Inn." He said as he looked between them. They both stood, each had a remarkably large smile on their face. He'd never seen either of them so happy to have a case. Greg jumped from his seat.

"Can I go with them? I mean, I'm not doing anything here, and I could probably be of some use out there with..." He rambled, as Grissom interrupted him.

"Fine, go." Grissom said as he watched the three of them quickly leave his sight. He frowned.

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Brass crossed the parking lot of the motor inn as the three CSI's arrived at the scene. Catherine and Sara brought out their kits as Greg followed behind them. He still wasn't quite used to being out in the field.

"Anonymous call, suspects were seen fleeing from the scene. Owners of the inn were concerned, possible DB inside." Brass quickly filled them in as they followed him towards the room. He signaled for them to wait as he had a quick word with the police officers who patiently awaited the orders to clear the room. Brass looked back at Catherine, who gave him a quick nod.

Brass began to count down with his fingers as the officers held up their weapons, ready to infiltrate the room. Sara handed Greg the camera, ready to photograph the scene. He moved a little closer to the action. He watched Brass' fingers as they continued to count down...Three...two...one...

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Warrick and Nick snapped awake as a loud bang echoed throughout the room. They were instantly blinded by the light, and disoriented by the sound of people yelling at them. Chaos ensued as they struggled to adjust to their surroundings. The light continued to blind them, preventing them from recognizing where they were, or what was going on. Nick's head pounded as the voice's further irritated his headache. The muffled voices soon began to make sense.

"Freeze!"

"Arm's in the air!"

"Get down on your knees!"

Figures in the doorway blocked the sunlight, allowing for the men to finally see what was happening around them. They both tried to put their hands in the air, but felt something pulling at their wrists, keeping the hands back behind their heads. Even more people filed into the room as random flashes of light began to blind them once again. Both of them still had no idea what was going on. Warrick looked at Nick, and then back above his head. His hands were hand cuffed to the bedpost, as were Nick's. He looked down to find himself completely naked, save for his boxer shorts, and his ankles were also cuffed to the end of the bed. The figures continued to shout orders at them, but they obviously couldn't comply. Their minds were racing. What the hell was going on? Where the hell were they? And what the hell had happened that night?

It was then that a man stood beside Nick, and ordered the men to remain silent. A strange and extremely awkward silence fell over the room as Nick tried to make out the face of the man beside him. He bent over Nick.

"What do we have here?" The man boomed before leaning in, his face becoming recognizable in the shadows. "Surprise!" He said with a grin.

Even more flashes blinded both men as their minds continued to race. Nick gaped in shock. It was Brass. Laughter erupted throughout the room as the other men poked fun at the compromising position the two men had been found in. Two men, members of the LVPD, stripped down to their tighty-whities, and handcuffed side-by-side to a bed in a seedy motor inn. It really didn't get much funnier than that.

"Alright boys, our work here is done." Brass announced as he followed the officers outside.

Warrick groaned as he tried to move in his restraints. They watched as the officers left, though three figures remained. Again flashes blinded them both as a figure stepped towards Warrick's side.

"Hello," Greg said innocently as he waved to the two men. His grin spread from ear to ear. This was priceless. Everyone would be talking about this for days, weeks, and months even! Office gossip alone would haunt the two men. But the photos! Oh what he could do with the photos...

"Greg..." Warrick scowled.

Greg took yet another photo of them in this compromising, yet overly funny situation. Catherine and Sara moved to Greg's side, both struggling to keep tears from falling as they laughed harder than they ever had before.

"You two?" Nick asked, looking like he had honestly been betrayed.

"Oh don't look so shocked. You guys had this coming." Sara said as she looked them up and down.

"Are you gonna unlock these things or what?" Warrick asked as he signaled towards the handcuffs.

"Well..." Catherine said as she feigned considering such a thing. "We could do that, or we could just leave you here for a while."

"Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea." Sara said as she nodded in agreement.

Greg handed the camera to Sara, who continued to take photos of the two men. He still couldn't help but grin like an idiot. He'd gotten them, and he'd gotten them good. The looks on their faces, the reaction of the cops, their reaction to the cops, it went better than he ever could've imagined. He'd gotten his sweet, sweet revenge, and was sure that these guys would never try anything on him again.

"What do you two have to say for yourselves? Hmm?" He asked, still grinning madly.

Both Warrick and Nick just shook their heads. They didn't see this coming. They'd never imagine that Greg would think of something like this, and actually pull it off. He'd caught them off guard, and they deserved to be in that situation.

"We got ourselves a truce?" Greg asked.

"Yeah," Warrick and Nick replied in unison.

Greg nodded towards Catherine who had the keys in her possession. For a second she considered it all. They didn't need to be released at that moment. They could suffer for a while longer..."C'mon Cath..." Warrick began to plead. She chuckled as she crossed the room and began to unlock the handcuffs.

Sara watched as they both rubbed their wrists where the metal had dug into the skin. She took a few more photos, making sure she saved a few more shots for later. The men stood from the bed. They stretched their limbs and moved around, sore after being restrained in the same position for so long. Their hangovers hit them hard, but their minds were more occupied with finding their clothes. Greg, Sara and Catherine stood side by side as they watched the amusing scene further play out before them. Nick and Warrick searched the room for their clothes. They looked in every cupboard, drawer, and space they could find...but nothing.

"Look's like you're gonna have to go home minus your clothes boys." Catherine stated as they finally gave up, realizing that the women Greg had employed had stripped them down and taken their clothes with them.

The three of them went out to the parking lot, waiting for the boys to venture out in nothing but their underwear. Catherine and Greg got into the car as Sara waited to take photos of them emerging from the room. After getting the shots she'd wanted she quickly got into the passenger side of the car, as Catherine began to reverse out of the parking space. This caused Nick and Warrick to panic, as she began to drive towards the road. The two near naked men ran behind the car, throwing their arms into the air as they tried to get their colleagues to stop.

"Should we?" Catherine glanced over at Sara, whose smirk mimicked her own. Greg knew what they were thinking, and as amusing as it would be to have Warrick and Nick make their own way home like that, he just couldn't do it to them. Lucky this was his revenge, and not the girls, otherwise who knows what would've become of Nick and Warrick.

"Stop..." He said from the back seat, hoping that he wouldn't be letting them down.

"Okay..." Catherine sighed as she braked. She looked in the rear vision mirror as the two men got closer and closer to the car. They finally reached the back of the car, and made their way around to the side doors as Catherine pulled away once more.

"Hey!" They both yelled as Catherine and Sara laughed at them.

She stopped a few meters away, allowing for them to catch up once again. She was tempted to do it to them again, but resisted, allowing for them to safely get into the back seat. The ride back to the lab was in almost complete silence as they each thought about the event that had just taken place, each of them letting out a chuckle at the hilarity of the situation. Greg really couldn't be more proud. He looked at the men either side of him, both of which were still catching their breath from chasing the car. He smiled to himself, knowing that he'd easily beaten them at their own game. His tattoo was removable, but this, this was going to scar Nick and Warrick for the rest of their lives, and would easily be the most talked about topic at the lab for weeks, maybe even months to come. They'd regret ever doing such a thing to the one and only Greg Sanders.

So what'd ya think? Good? Bad? Did it meet your expectations? Did it fall short? Too much? Too little? I'll stop with the questions now. Let me know/ Britt