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When Warrick opened his eyes he jerked in surprise; paramedics and SWAT personnel surrounded him. The last thing he remembered was watching the helicopter take off. Then it came back to him.

"Nick…Grissom," he said as he tried to sit up; the paramedics gently pushed him back down to the ground.

"Just relax Mr. Brown we need to check you over." One of the paramedics told him.

"I'm fine, just a little hit to the head."

The paramedics continued to check him. "I said I'm fine." He pushed their hands away and sat up. He was finally able to get the whole view of the roof. He could see the bodies of the three guards and the body of Reed only a few feet away. He walked over to him and looked down; he shook his head in disgust and said, "Looks like you got out the easy way." He lost his balance, but was quickly grabbed by the paramedics.

"Mr. Brown let's get you downstairs."

Warrick nodded in understanding. He took one last look around then looked up at the sky hoping to see the helicopter that fled with his two friends. He took in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry guys; I let you down…again." Warrick turned around and walked to the roof door and headed back down to the courtroom.

The walk back down seemed to take forever. He finally sauntered into the courtroom and he couldn't believe his eyes. Agent Davis was sitting there alive with the two guards laying some feet away dead. Warrick was relieved that the Agent had made it out alive, but wasn't any less angry with the man for playing them. The courtroom was swarming with people. The CSI in him kicked in.

"Hey you guys need to rope of this area. This is a crime scene and you are going contaminate it."

Agent Davis heard Warrick's voice from the judge's door and looked over. He got up from where he had been sitting and made his way over to Warrick.

"Where are Nick and Grissom?"

"You mean you haven't heard Mr. FBI?"

"I guess I deserve that…."

"Yea and then some…that bastard Mitchell has them. I couldn't get to them. He has them…" Warrick mumbled as he put his hand to his head, the situation was finally getting to him and he slumped down into a chair and leaned over resting his head in his hands.

Just then Catherine, Sara, Greg and Brass walked into the courtroom. Warrick was sitting there when he heard a loud gasp from the back of the courtroom. He looked up to see his friends standing in the doorway.

The three CSIs and Brass walked into the courtroom expecting the worse, but what sat in front of them brought them relief. Warrick was still alive, but where was Grissom and Nick? They each looked up mentally thinking of what could be on the roof.

Warrick stood and walked over to the group. Catherine and Sara could feel the tears flooding their eyes. The both hugged him at the same time, they were so happy to see him…alive. Greg was next with a big smile he hugged Warrick as well. Brass looked at the man in front of him he was relieved that Warrick had made it out alive. He walked up to Warrick shook his hand then pulled him into a bear hug.

Catherine finally broke the silence she could no longer wait. She had to find out what happened to Nick and Grissom. "Warrick, Nick and Grissom they're not…"

Warrick's eyes got big, "No Catherine, the last time I saw them they were both being carried to the chopper."

"Carried?" Sara questioned.

"Yea, carried. Brent and Mike Mitchell had both Nick and Grissom in chokeholds for protection against the snipers. They must have lost consciousness from lack of oxygen. They were carried and thrown into the chopper. The chopper took off and that's the last thing I remember."

"When we heard three dead innocents we thought it was you guys." Greg said relieved.

"No it was the bailiffs. They took out the two bailiffs at the door. The third bailiff was forced to help them. I guess they have his family or something."

Sara spoke up, "Where's the third bailiff?"

Warrick pointed to where Fletcher laid dead.

Sara walked over to Fletcher and squatted down next to him. "It looks like we found our missing husband and bailiff...I recognize this guy."

"I'm guessing these guys killed his wife and son just after they left. Fletcher helped them because he thought his family was still alive." Greg said.

"I can confirm that after the dust settled in the courtroom he begged to see his family, that's when Ryan killed him."

"This Ryan sounds like bad news." Catherine commented.

"Oh yea, he could give the Mitchells' a run for their money, and now they have Nick and Grissom."

Grissom slowly regained consciousness; he opened his eyes only to see his three captors staring back at him. 'Oh great.' He thought to himself. He had a pounding headache and it wasn't getting any better with the thumping of the helicopter blades. Obviously they were still in the air. He had no idea how long they had been flying or how long he was unconscious.

He tried to shift his position since he was lying on his stomach, but received a kick from Brent to his ribs for his troubles. The kick wasn't hard enough to break any of his ribs, but hard enough to make him uncomfortable.

"Don't move." Brent ordered.

Grissom did what he was told.

He could feel the arm of someone lying next to him; he turned his head to see Nick lying there unconscious. Grissom had taken in a painful deep breath and exhaled, he was hoping that Nick and Warrick had been able to get away. Obviously only Warrick was able to get away.

Grissom could see a dark bruise forming around Nick's neck from where Brent had him in the chokehold. He was sure that he had a matching bruise himself since he was finding it difficult to swallow without any discomfort. He could also see the dried blood, bruises and cuts left on his face from when Brent used him as a punching bag.

He watched over Nick for a few minutes, when he started to stir. Nick's eyes darted open suddenly.

"Grissom." he choked out. It was obvious that he throat was just as sore as his.

"Yea Nick it's me."

"Warrick?"

"He got away."

Nick closed his eyes in relief. At least one of them got away. That made him feel better, but he still was angry with himself for not being able to get Grissom away as well. Nick knew better than anyone what Brent was capable off and he didn't want Grissom to be any part of Brent's revenge. Right now though, it was out of his hands. He would do what he could to keep Brent focused on anything other than Grissom.

Nick looked past Grissom and saw Brent, Mike and Ryan sitting there staring at them.

"Damn he's still alive. I was hoping…" he said only loud enough for Grissom to hear.

Grissom responded, "I know. Me too."

Nick glanced back at Grissom and finally saw his neck a look of concern flashed in his eyes, "Grissom your neck…"

"Don't worry Nicky, I'm fine. You have a matching one as well." Grissom said to lighten the mood as well.

"No wonder why it's so hard to swallow." Nick lifted his head to try to get a look to where they were, but couldn't see out of the window since they were still on the floor of the chopper. He gave up and laid his head back down on the floor, "Do you know where we are?"

"I'm sorry Nicky, I have no clue. I only woke up a few minutes before you. Obviously we are still in the air and on a helicopter."

Nick chuckled softly. Grissom was always one to state the obvious. "Thanks Grissom I thought that that noise was just my head pounding."

Grissom knew that Nick was trying to make light of the situation. He also knew how scared this man really was he was scared too. What sort of plan did these fanatical men have planned for them…or were they just going to kill them right away and get it over with? He didn't want to think of the answers for either question.

Nick tried to sit up and Grissom warned him, "Nick, don't…"

But it was too late. Brent was just waiting for any chance to pounce on either one of them. So when Nick tried to sit, he was more than happy to give him a little lesson.

Brent had just watched his hostages up to this point, but he was itching to let some steam off. He had already told Grissom in simple terms not to move from his spot and he was sure that he'd have a bruise to show for it. Now it was Nick's turn to learn the lesson.

He took two steps over to Nick and grabbed him by the hair. "I said not to move!"

"When did you say that?" Nick grimaced as his head was pulled back and he was looking at Brent.

"When I told your friend here." Brent responded.

"…But I was out cold when you said that before."

"Not my problem." Brent pulled back his arm and punched Nick in the face. He let go Nick's hair when he heard the pilot announce that they would be landing shortly.

Nick's head hit the floor with a thud. Grissom watched the young Texan battle with consciousness and win. Nick looked back Grissom with pain filled eyes, "I'll live."

"Not for long." Brent said enthusiastically.

Grissom had finally had enough; he turned his head away from Nick and faced Brent.

"You are such a tough guy beating on people who can't fight back."

Brent grinned and leaned towards Grissom, "It makes it all the more fun when they can't fight back."

Nick was listening but then had to pipe in his little comment. "Griss I told you that he was one sick son of a…"

"Nick!" Grissom interrupted before he could finish. "You are not helping our situation any."

"Yea Nick you aren't helping your situation any...be careful." Brent said with warning.

The helicopter lurched to the right then leveled out. They could feel the helicopter come to a landing. The doors to the helicopter opened, both Grissom and Nick could feel themselves being dragged back out of the helicopter.

Once out of the helicopter they both looked around with their trained CSI eyes. They were trying to figure out if there were any landmarks that could help them tell where they were. They didn't see anything helpful. Both men were lead from the helicopter pad towards a big house. They were halfway there when an older gentleman arrived and walked up to Brent.

"Brent my boy," Singer said with a smile and gave him a hug, Brent hugged him back. He may be a killer, but he still treated Uncle Max like a father.

"What do we have here?" he said looking at Nick and Grissom.

He walked up to Nick. "I know you Mr. Stokes, but who is your friend here?"

Grissom took that as his queue to speak up, "My name is Gil Grissom."

"Ah the infamous Gil Grissom." Singer responded gleefully.

"Nick, Grissom I would like you to meet my Uncle, Maxwell Singer."

Well there you have it Chapter 20. Hope you liked. Please review. Remember I will respond to your review on my profile. Thanks again!