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Chapter 4

"Hi honey, I'm back," Nick said to the screen in front of him as he sat down. "He hasn't woken up yet?"

"No," Warrick said, down next to Nick. "He is starting to move about more. He might start to wake up soon."

"He always likes to sleep in," Nick said, smiling sadly.

As if listening, Greg began to raise his arms in front of his eyes. He opened his brown eyes and grimaced as the light at his feet blinded him. He lowered his arms and looked around. Nick could see Greg was trying to remember what had happened. Greg's arm moved to something next to him and he brought it to his face. It's was a gun. Greg quickly put the weapon back down and tried to turn away from it.

"What is he doing?" Warrick asked leaning closer to one of the screens.

"He's scared of guns," Nick replied. "Has been his whole life, a family member found one in his granddad's house and accidentally shot it at Greg's left hand. It wasn't very bad, just a graze of the skin. But he has been afraid of them since. I'm not allowed to have a gun showing in my house when he comes over.

"Why is he so calm," Warrick said. "I would be screaming up a storm by now."

Nick sighed and put his hand on the monitor that was closest to him. "He's in denial, it will wear off in a minute. Then it will get bad, he doesn't like closed spaces."

Nick frowned as Greg put his hand to the glass wall on his right side and started to push. "Here we go," Nick said, trying his best to look away. Greg began to hit the walls with his hands, arms, feet, legs and head. He had opened his mouth like he was screaming. The camera in the coffin was shaking with the force of Greg's out burst. Then Greg's body started to calm and then it started to spasm as he went into a fit.

"Oh god," Warrick and Nick said both standing up and watching the camera in fear. Greg's head hit the walls and then stilled. Nick moved forward into the desk in front. Greg slowly opened his eyes, started to turn to his face and top half to his left and throw up.

"Does that happen a lot?" Warrick asked as Nick fell on to the chair behind him. Nick shook his head, sadly. "Has it happened before?"

"No," Nick said, and then thought back. "Wait, yes, but when he was a young boy."

"Was it bad?" Warrick asked, sitting back down as well. Nick shook his head and went back to watching the monitor. "Has anyone called his parents?"

"No," Nick replied. "But I think Catherine is going to."

Nick walked out into the corridor and sighed. He couldn't watch Greg anymore, it was becoming too much to bare. As he walked along the hallway he came across a couple in their late forties and an elder man in his mid seventies. The elder man weakly smiled his way, and waved him over, Nick smiled back and went over to him.

"Hi Nick," the man said, giving the young man a hug. "How are you holding up?"

"Not very well," Nick replied. "He had a fit, a couple of hours ago. I can't watch him at the moment; it's getting too much for me." Nick said, sighing as he saw Catherine and Grissom making their way to them. "How are you holding up?"

"Not very good, it's been hard coming to terms with it. It doesn't help the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Sensitivity over there keep fighting. I don't know why your guys called them, they hate each other."

"Are these Greg's parents?" Nick asked, looking at the other two from a difference. He looked back at Papa Olaf, who nodded. "They do look like him. . . . Do they even know who Greg is?"

"Not really," Greg's granddad replied, "Alex only spent five weekends with him when he was six, and that did make Greg happy, those sailing weekends were the only times Greg spend with his father. That's why I don't know why they called them. They won't pay the million, they don't love him enough."

Grissom and Catherine slowed and came to a stop by Nick and turned to the couple, who were arguing again. "If you would all like to follow us," Catherine said as Grissom started towards the interview room. Once inside, Greg's 'family' sat down, including Nick, on one side of the table and the two bosses sat on the other.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Sanders and Mr Hojem," Catherine said, shaking hands with Olaf but being refused by Alex and Emily.

"I'm not a Sanders, I'm called Mrs. Emily Henderson," the women said, frowning at Catherine. "We were married for 5 months, had Greg, then divorced, we both didn't want Greg so we dumped him at my dad's house. I'm sorry, but I don't want to be here, I have to go home and get ready for a date." Emily rose from her seat and walked out the door.

"She's right, we dumped him," Alex said standing up. "That obviously means we don't really want anything to do with him." Alex left with a scowl on his face.

"Sorry about them," Papa Olaf sighed, looking down. "They were always like this even when they were dating . . . . . what are we going to do about Greg? I only have $5,000; I could sale the house, the car, my wife. I just want my Wacko back."

"Wacko?" Catherine asked, not even realising it.

"He was always a crazy child," Greg's grandfather replied, smiling sadly. "Always changing his hair and wearing the worst shirts."

"I have $15, 000," Nick said, sighing. "Greggy and I were saving it."

"You don't have to, we'll find another way," Olaf sighed and closed his eyes. "What contact have you had with the kidnapper?"

"Little," Grissom replied.

"How do you know Greg is still alive?" Olaf said, opening his eyes, and looking from one C.S.I. to another. Grissom and Catherine glanced at each other and Nick looked down.

Papa Olaf looked away when he saw Greg laying on his back, trying to curl from the light. "Oh, Wacko, what have you gotten yourself into, now?"