Thanks to Emmithar for betareading. :D
Part 3
Greg did not really know whether he wanted the team to return or not, but the decision did not lie in his hands anyway, so he could only sigh with relief when the door opened again and light was streaming into the room. Greg had been seriously bored by now.
The whole team minus Catherine walked in.
"Will you let me go now?" Greg asked hopefully, but did not get an answer. "Is anybody searching for me?"
"The graveyard shift is," Warrick told him.
"You are the graveyard shift! Will you free me now?"
Grissom looked at his watch. "No, shift is over."
Greg groaned frustrated. "You are still the same people!"
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts," Grissom cited.
The whole room fell silent in awe, or maybe rather in non-understanding.
At this moment Catherine arrived, carrying a bottle and several boxes.
"I got the ransom money," she said.
"What's that?" Nick inquired, pointing at the things Catherine had brought with her.
"Champagne," she lifted the bottle, "and some delicate bites."
"Shrimp salad, too?" Greg asked eagerly.
Catherine ignored him and continued, "Sam was very generous. He gave me 500,000 extra, if we make sure that Greg doesn't turn up again," she reported. "He said the little DNA boy made too much trouble in the past."
"I don't work in the DNA lab anymore," Greg argued.
He was ignored again, when Nick asked, "What does Sam Braun mean?"
Catherine shrugged smiling. "Years ago Greg found some unlucky connection between a murdered waitress and Sam. Much ado about nothing."
"That would be my part," Grissom interjected.
"What are we going to do with Greg now?" Nick brought the discussion back to the problem at hand.
"We could leave him alone with EvilSara to get him talking," Warrick suggested. Greg looked at Sara who had been surprisingly silent so far and saw that she was wearing a deep frown, a dangerous sign for him that he would indeed be confronted with her bad side, which made him shudder.
"Wasn't the plan to make him shut up?" Catherine pointed out. "What's the plan again, Gil?" she asked, turning to Grissom.
He shrugged. "I don't know."
On that statement loud discussions broke loose.
"Great."
"No plan."
"I'm nervous somehow."
"Grissom the mastermind… what a laugh."
"What about letting me go?" Greg suggested through all the noise.
Grissom shook his head. "No, we'll have to find out how we are going to find you."
"Any ideas?" Nick asked.
Grissom nodded slowly. "We kill him and wait until the larvae come. That will help me figuring out the TOD."
"And how will that help us solving the case?" Sara spoke up now.
"You're too focused on the cases, Sara. You have to find something besides work," Grissom stated, his eyes lighting up in anticipation of the experiment, while Greg struggled desperately to get free.
He screamed and the scream sounded through his bedroom when he woke up, sweating and trembling. Greg cursed quietly, jumping out of his bed then.
"Okay, Sanders, enough is enough," he muttered to himself. "I'll do it as Sara now and will give up on sleeping," he decided. "With all the stuff I'm dreaming about…"
The End
