A Useful Psychic

Chapter 4: Where are we… Revenge?

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Warrick slowly woke up. His head hurt extremely badly. Not only did his head hurt, his whole body ached. He groaned in pain as the bright light blocked his vision. Slowly he opened his eyes. When his eyes adjusted to the light he saw he was in a big room. He also noticed he was tied to a chair. His hands were tied behind the chair's back and his ankles were tied to the chair's legs.

As he looked around the large room, he saw Greg on the opposite side of the room. Like Warrick, Greg's hands were tied behind his back and his legs were bound to the chair. Warrick could tell they were underground from the way the room was built. Greg started to groan which meant he was starting to wake up.

"Where are we?" Greg groaned.

"That's for me to know and for you to never to find out." a voice said from the door way before Warrick could answer.

Both men looked in the direction of the door. There stood a man in his mid 50's. His hair His hair was slowly changing from pitch black to pure white (it was graying), his green eyes drooped with his ageing years. He had on a white button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and gray work pants.

"Who are you?" Warrick glared at the man.

"Everything will reveal it's self in time. Right now I have a phone call to make." The man laughed as he left the room.

'What does that mean?' Warrick and Greg kept asking themselves.

-4-with the man-4-

The man took Greg cell phone and found the name 'Grissom'. After he memorized his number he redialed it but blocked it. After 3 rings, Grissom finally answered.

"Grissom."

"Ah. Mr. Grissom. How are you this fine evening?"

"Who is this?"

"I believe you psychic told you my name."

"Albert Wallace."

"Precisely. Put me on speaker."

"What have you done to Greg and Warrick!" Sara yelled into the phone.

"Don't worry Ms. Sidle. They are unharmed for the moment. I'm not so sure about Mr. Delko or Mr. Wolfe. They haven't arrived yet."

"If you hurt any of them…" people threatened.

"They will be harmed if you keep this up."

"What do you want?" Horatio questioned.

"I am simply doing this for revenge. If you don't know what I am talking about, maybe your little psychic could tell you. Until our next call. I bid you all fair well." Al hung up before any of them could say anything.

Al heard a car coming sown the abandoned road to his hideout. Smiling, he stepped out as a black SUV pulled up to the building. A man with brown hair that looked like it was bleached at the top and dark brown eyes exited the car. He wore all black.

"Did you get them?" Al asked.

"Of course I did." the man spoke with an Australian accent. "I'm sure they're awake by now."

"Good work. Now get them inside. Shane and Tony can help you."

"What are you going to do than?"

"Don't worry about me Conner. Just do ask you're told and we'll be fine."

-4-Las Vegas crime lab-4-

"What was he talking about?" Horatio asked the now frowning J.J.

"To be honest… I don't know." J.J. sighed.

"J.J…." Grissom said "what is it you're not telling us?"

"Well… I told you everything I thought was important."

"What did you not tell us?" Brass was the one who asked.

"Uh… his family was killed when he was 15 by… police. And that's why he's killing people who work on the force. Damn it! He's going to kill a total of 12 people."

Everyone exchanged worried glances. They were all afraid for their friends.

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