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All I can say is let the Nicky whumping begin...

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Catherine had just finished up with the two elderly victims when she heard the bell from the front door of the convenience store jingle as it opened.

The spiky-haired CSI walked in with his kit and a confused look on his face.

"Hey Catherine … what's going on? Why did Grissom race out of here with Vega?"

Sara and Warrick walked over to join Catherine. Catherine knew it was her responsibility to share what little news they had. This wasn't what she signed up for. She signed up to catch the bad guys, not to be the bearer of bad news. The only bad news that she wanted to give was to the criminals.

She knew there were risks in this profession, but she didn't think that one of her people would be kidnapped twice in a year. Not to mention being a witness in a murder case.

She stopped herself … it wasn't confirmed that Nick was kidnapped yet. She was getting ahead of herself. She looked at Greg who stood in front of her waiting for an answer. Warrick and Sara looked at Catherine … waiting as well. They all knew of the possibility, but none of them had spoken to Greg about it.

"Grissom is headed over to a possible crime scene."

"He is … he sure seemed in a big rush."

"I'm not finished yet Greg."

Greg looked at her with uncertainty. He knew she was about to drop a bomb on him. He braced himself for the news.

"What happened and to whom?" He knew with the way the three of them were acting that it was someone they knew.

"It's Nick … he may have been kidnapped again." Catherine blurted out.

"How can that be? I just saw him a few minutes ago."

Catherine shook her head, "All I can tell you is that Grissom received a call from Nick's cell a few minutes ago. Only it wasn't Nick calling."

Greg looked over at Sara and Warrick and then at Catherine, "Who was it then?"

"It was a woman who said she witnessed a man being kidnapped. The man had dropped his phone during the struggle."

"Is she credible?"

"We don't know … that's why Grissom and Vega headed over there."

Greg looked dumbfounded he couldn't believe this was happening. 'Honestly how much more could Nick take?' He glanced over at Sara and Warrick … who remained silent.

The silence was interrupted when Catherine's phone rang. She quickly grabbed her phone and nearly dropped it in the rush. She looked at the call display and saw it was Grissom.

"It's Grissom," she said to the group as she answered her phone, "Willows."

"Catherine it's Grissom … it's been confirmed Nick's been kidnapped again."

"Do you know what went down?" she asked.

"From the witness account and what I've assessed so far Nick was hit from behind while at a stoplight. When he got out of his truck to look at the damage he was grabbed and dragged into the truck that hit him. During that struggle he dropped his cell phone, the witness picked it up and called me."

"Any signs on where they could have taken him?"

"None that are obvious. Hey listen, I'm going to need one of you to bring over my kit. In the rush to get over here I forgot it."

"Yea we noticed … don't worry I'll have Sara bring it over."

"OK thanks I'll be waiting."

Grissom hung up the phone and turned around to look at Nick's truck once more before walking back over to Vega and Erin.

"Where you able to get a license plate?" Grissom heard Vega ask.

"Actually yes. K-L-G-4-4-5-6."

"Can you identify the make of the car?"

"I'm sorry, but it was to dark to see that. I know it was an SUV and a dark one at that."

"That's OK. The license plate number really helps."

Erin was pleased that she was able to help, "I hope you guys will be able to find him. I feel really bad about all this."

"Erin don't feel bad. None of this was your fault. You did everything right." Grissom said from behind them.

"That still doesn't make me feel better. Who knows what they could be doing to him," she said.

Vega and Grissom shared a look they hoped that Nick wasn't being subjected to the same thing that happened before. Time was of the essence. Grissom wanted to kick himself … he was losing time because he forgot his kit back at the store. 'Was he losing his mind?' He didn't think so. It was just his response to a friend in need. Usually he was the calm and refined one, but these days he seemed to be more chaotic. He had to make sure the next time to not go off half-cocked. He had to keep his wits about him.

"Trust us Erin … we know all to well."

Nick sat in the backseat surrounded by armed men he wondered what they wanted him for. He had already asked once and they didn't answer him. He guessed that he would find out sooner or later. He looked out the window watching the scenery go by, but soon came to realize the scenery was way to familiar. He leaned forward in his seat to get a better view only to be pulled back.

Harris watched Nick's reaction as they pulled into his neighborhood, "I see you recognize where we are."

Nick remained silent and felt a lump in his throat when Harris pulled into his driveway. 'These guys knew where he lived. Had they been watching him this whole time and he didn't know it?' All those familiar feelings he packed away all came flooding back, 'This was like Nigel Crane all over again.' He watched as Harris put the car in park and turned around.

"Your keys Mr. Stokes." He said holding his hand out.

Nick just glared at the man he wasn't going to cooperate until he heard a familiar click of a gun near his left ear. He turned to see a Glock pointed in his face. He looked back at Harris.

"Your keys now Mr. Stokes … or I will take them by force."

He knew when he was beat. He was surrounded and weaponless … for now. Once he got inside he knew that would be a different story. His spare gun was still in the same place he hoped that he would be given he chance to grab it.

He slowly reached into his pocket, grabbed his keys and handed them over.

"Thank you Mr. Stokes … bring him."

The two men on each side of him exited the vehicle. Nick was pulled out by one and escorted up his sidewalk to his front door. Harris was already at the door unlocking it.

Nick remembered only hours ago being in this same spot, actually excited about going to work. If only he knew how his night was going to turn out. He heard the door creak open and felt a hand grab his arm. He was roughly pushed into his house and forced to sit down in his favorite armchair. Two armed men flanked him on both sides.

"Search the place," Harris said as he stood in front of Nick. He bent over and placed one hand on each arm of Nick's chair.

"Now whether I kill you slowly or quickly is up to you Mr. Stokes."

Nick listened intently.

"Where is it?"

"Where is what? I don't know what are talking about." Nick answered.

"Wrong answer!" Harris shouted and grabbed Nick by the hair.

"I don't know what you are talking about … I-I-I swear." Nick answered quickly while he attempted to wrestle out of Harris' grasp, but the two armed men held him back.

"You're lying … so far you aren't earning yourself any points Mr. Stokes."

Nick blanched at that remark. He tried to turn his head towards the front door just as it opened and more men walked in.

Harris slapped Nick with an open hand, "Me … pay attention to me!"

If looks could kill, Harris would be dead three times over. Nick could feel his cheeks getting red, not out of embarrassment, but out of anger.

"Now I asked you a question and if you don't answer it I'm going to shoot you in the leg," Harris let go of Nick's hair and pulled out his gun along with a silencer.

Nick watched as Harris screwed the silencer onto his gun. He could feel the sweat trickle down his forehead and slowly lifted his arm to wipe it. If only he could get to his gun.

Harris looked down at Nick again. This time he aimed his gun directly at Nick's left leg, "Now I ask again where is it?"

All Nick could do was stare at the gun aimed at his leg. He couldn't quite get up the courage to answer. Harris didn't take to kindly to the silence and slammed his pistol across Nick's jaw. He reached up and felt his jaw after the blow.

"Your time is running out Mr. Stokes."

"I-I-I swear I don't know what you are talking … AHH!" Nick barely got the words out before he felt a hot, searing, pain rip through his left leg. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!" he screamed again as he clutched his injured leg.

"Where is the disk?"

Nick stared at Harris in shock. They were looking for the disk that Greg had found a few weeks back.

"I can tell by the look in your eyes that you know where it is … tell me!" Harris screamed as he grabbed Nick's hair again.

He grunted as Harris pulled him forward by the hair, "I don't have it anymore … I swear."

"Where is it?"

"It's at the lab."

Harris wasn't happy with Nick's answer and threw him to the floor. He proceeded to kick Nick a few times in his bad leg. He bent down and grabbed Nick by his vest and threw him back into the chair.

Nick didn't know pain like that existed. Every time Harris had kicked him he saw a flash of white. He wasn't sure how much more he could stand. The kicking stopped and he could feel himself being roughly pulled back up and thrown back into the chair.

"Well I guess then we are just going to have to get it back and you are going to help us." Harris demanded.

"How?"

"Ever hear of the word 'bait' Mr. Stokes."

Nick knew he was already a dead man so why should he help them. This guy told him that he was going to kill him when this was all over. He had absolutely no incentive to help.

"Why should I help you when you are just going to kill me anyway?" Nick asked.

"Don't worry there really isn't much you are going to have to do, we'll handle most of it. All I need is a phone number for your supervisor."

Nick remained silent.

"That wasn't a request. Give me the number or you will have a matching hole in your right leg." Harris pulled out his gun and aimed it at Nick's other leg for effect.

He knew he was in serious trouble. He was already shot in one leg and losing blood. He couldn't afford to get shot a second time. If there was any possibility of him getting out of this alive he had to be able to move and with one leg gone his chances were getting slim. His only choice was to cooperate though he didn't want to, but he did want to get out of this alive.

"Alright … his number is 555-1456."

"I knew you'd see it my way."

"Let's just say you can be very persuasive." Nick retorted.

"So I have been told."

Harris looked around at his men, "Get ready to go." He looked down and saw Nick's portable phone sitting on his coffee table. He picked it up and handed it to Nick. "Change in plans you are going to call your supervisor."

Nick ripped the phone out of Harris's hand, "What do you want me to say?"

"Don't worry I will let you know … now dial."

Nick did as he was told and dialed Grissom's cell phone number. Harris watched in great amusement as Nick held one hand to his leg while the other held the phone.

He glanced up at Harris after he punched in Grissom's cell phone number. He held his breath when the phone started ringing. He heard Grissom answer and then he spoke.

"Grissom it's Nick."

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