A/N: Sorry that it's taken so long to put this chapter up, but I just couldn't seem to get the ending of this chapter to sound right, so I hope it sounds okay. And I hope that everything still makes sense... because sometimes when I write things start to get all weird and stop making sense. Anyways, enough rambling! Here's the next chapter, and review and let me know what you thought if you'd like to:)

Chapter 6 - Secrets Of The Past

"I can't trace the call. For some reason I just keep coming up bupkus. Don't worry, I'll keep working on it," Archie explained.

"Okay, you do that," Grissom replied, walking out of the room.

"Hey, have you heard anything about Greg?" Catherine asked when she saw Grissom walk out into the hallway.

Grissom shook his head. "Not much. The kidnapper called... didn't give much information...wanted to speak with Nick. Archie's having trouble tracing the call," Grissom paused for a moment before he continued to speak, "I want you to work with Sara. Go over everything about the last two victims. Find anything that you can that might tell us who has Greg."

"What about Nick? I thought he was working with Sara."

"He's off the case, I sent him home. Now go help Sara," Grissom answered.

It was obvious that Grissom didn't want to take the conversation any further, so Catherine quickly left to find Sara.

"I'm working with you now. What do we know so far?" Catherine questioned when she finally found Sara.

"Not much. Our murderer lures an unexpecting curious victim into an alley, and the lure used is the body from a previous victim. It's usually placed in a dumpster, and made visible to someone who might be looking in that direction. I looked into the background of the woman that Allison found in the dumpster, and it sent me down a trail that showed that this has happened at least four or five times."

There was a click.

"No..." Nick whispered. The kidnapper had hung up the phone.

"What the hell are you looking at!" Greg's kidnapper screamed.

Greg thought of a million smart remarks he could have said, but instead he chose to remain silent. It didn't even matter if he spoke or not, the man was already angry because of something that Nick had said.

"You never listen do you? How many times do I have to tell you to answer a question when you are asked one?" the man bellowed, raising his fist.

Greg closed his eyes. He couldn't brace himself or block any hits because both his hands and feet were tied.

"I don't know," he replied as the man began to hit him.

The man continued to release his anger on Greg, using anything within his reach. Greg thought for sure that he was about to be beaten to death. The man picked up a glass cup from a near by table and smashed it over Greg's head.

"It's not even worth it. I should've killed you the second you got here, but no... I wanted people to suffer slowly. Well you know what? People will suffer--starting with you," the man stood up as he spoke.

Greg breathed a sigh of relief when the man took Greg back to the small room and left, locking the door behind him.

"God I hope they find me soon..." Greg whispered to himself.

He closed his eyes. He didn't have an ounce of energy left in his body. Sleeping wasn't a very smart choice, deep down inside he knew that he had to keep his guard up, but it was becoming so hard. He just wanted to feel like he was safe. He hated having to wonder if he'd live to see the next hour. He hated being held in the captivity of someone who was very capable of murder--someone who had already before.

As much as he wanted to sleep, as he wanted to imagine that none of this was happening, he knew that he couldn't do that. He knew that he had to keep his guard up.

Moments later, he heard the man enter the room once more.

"On your feet," the man ordered.

Greg saw that the man had the gun in his hand, so he knew that he had to do what he was told. Slowly, he rose and stood up.

"Walk over to the far wall," the man pressed the gun to Greg's back and force him to walk over to the wall on the other side of the room.

After ordering Greg not to move, the man bent down at the small cage-like opening and used a key to unlock it, then stood up again.

"Get in there," the man commanded.

Greg didn't want to, but he knew that if he didn't, the man would surely shoot him. You didn't disagree with the person holding a gun behind you. Once Greg knelt down, the man pushed him inside, closed the barred door and replaced the lock on it.

The inside of the cage wasn't as small as it looked on the outside, and Greg had enough room to sit up, and maybe enough to lie down if he curled up his legs. It wasn't very dark, because of the light from the room.

The man soon returned with a glass of water and slowly opened the door to place it inside, making sure his gun was drawn so that Greg wouldn't try to escape.

After locking the cage one last time, the man placed the key on the table and took out his cell phone.

Greg wasn't sure what was going on. He listened to the man telling whoever was on the other line that they needed to come right away, and that there would be a body that he wanted taken across town.

Oh my god. He's going to kill me and get his friend to hide my body! Greg's thoughts screamed. He began to panic.

Once the man was finished his phone conversation, he knelt down and stared Greg in the eye, his fingers caressing the trigger on his gun.

"I want to tell you a story. When I was 6 years old, I was walking home from the store. My mother had asked me to picked up milk and eggs. She was going to bake a cake for my birthday party and needed those to make it. I saw something in an alley... in a dumpster. I walked over to see what it was... and it was a dummy. I turned to walk away but someone grabbed me... stuffed me in their car and took me away. After a few days of being held captive and nearly beaten to death, my kidnapper put me in a cage... just like this one. And left me just a glass of water. But once I ran out of water, the kidnapper thought I was asleep, and wanted to take the glass out so he opened the door. I wasn't asleep, so I kicked him in the face and ran. I escaped. But that doesn't change the fact that I had to endure all of that pain. That's why I decided to get revenge on the world. Make others suffer the same way I did. My very first victim was 6 years old. You've never killed someone before... you don't understand... but there's this... this high you get. I wanted more of it. More of the high... more revenge. So I moved on to new victims. But the high started to diminish. Then I caught you. And your friend-- Nick I believe his name was. He cared about you, he wanted you back. Just like my mother cared about me, and wanted me back. My mother had to suffer. I wanted your friend to suffer, and it looks like I've done a good job so far haven't I? But it's about to get better... for me," the man spoke in an eerie tone that sent chills up Greg's spine.

Greg watched in horror as the man raised the gun in his hand, but instead of firing it at him, the man pointed the gun at his own head.

"I'll never have to think about what happened to me ever again," the man laughed as he pulled the trigger.