A/N: So that´s my chapter. I hope you´ll like it.

The next shift

"So Cath, Warrick and you got a 419 at the Venetian. Be careful." Grissom said. "And Nick, you have a smash & grab in Henderson. Greg, you´re goi... Where's Greg?" He asked.

"I don't know... I didn't saw him since last shift." Nick answered.

"Yeah, since you've send him home. I didn't heard anything since then." Sara said.

"Okay everybody. Calm down. So, Nick try his cell. Sara, try his telephone. I'll try his beeper." He waited.

"Nothing..." Sara and Nick replied in sync.

"Okay. I've got nothing, too. He doesn't answer his phones and his beeper" Grissom began.

"Or can't!" Catherine said defiant.

"Or can't... I think, we've got a problem. Give me the damn files, I'll give them to days." Grissom said. As they all handed their case folders back to him, Grissom called Brass to inform him...

Same time, another place

He had bad headache, like never before.

"What the fuck!" Greg thought. I am really beginning to think, that I have to get outta here. Damn shit!"

He tried to stand up, but fell back, thanks to his shaky legs.
"Damn chloroform. NOTICE: Never take chloroform when you can't sleep." He thought sarcastic.

He again tried to stand up, this time succeeded.

"Okay." Greg spoke out loud. „Where am I?"

Suddenly he heard steps coming towards him. Greg was terrified but curious at the same time. Maybe it was someone who came to save him.

The door opened and Greg was somewhat disappointed to see that it was the man who kidnapped him and he was still wearing his ski mask.

"What do you want from me? Who are you? Show me your face!" he practically shouted.

"Oh poor Greg…so alone in here with no one to rescue you. I bet your colleagues didn't even notice that you´re missing" the man said and laughed. His laugh sounded cold, no emotions in it.

"What do you want? Who are you?" Greg shouted again.

"Greg, didn't anybody teach you some manners. You have to be patient, I'll tell you eventually. When you´re not already dead when I'm finished with you…"

"Fucking asshole!" Greg hissed.

Without a warning the man slapped Greg across the face. Greg screamed in pain as the tears stung to his eyes. He was desperate. His only hope was that Grissom and the others would come and save him…in time.

Back at the lab

"We HAVE to find him!" Catherine cried against Warricks shoulder.

"We will. Sh..." Warrick soothed.

Grissom came in. „Nicky´s going through Greg´s files. Warrick! Help him." He ordered.

"Okay" Warrick replied, released Catherine and went to help Nick.

Grissom stepped to Catherine and put an arm around her shoulder. „You okay, Cath?" He asked gently.

"No! We first have to get him back! He´s like my kid." she sobbed.

"We´ll get him. Okay? You want to go home or go and see if you can help Nicky and Warrick?" Grissom asked softly.

"I´ll help." And with that Catherine was gone.

"And you?" He asked Sara, who stared at a folder in her hands.

"I´m not concerned about myself." She answered.

"You should be." Grissom said.

"Maybe I´ll find time for that, when we´ve found Greg." Sara contered.

"Are you dating him?" He asked bluntly.

"WHAT!" She turned her head and looked with wide open eyes at him. „What are you up to!"

"It was just a question..." Grissom defended himself.

"And even IF, it´s none of you´re business." Sara replied angry.

"Yeah... You´re right. I´m sorry." He offered.

"You always are." She mumbled.

"Yeah, for that I´m sorry, too." He said exited.

"How could he´ve heard that?" She thought to herself, but then decided that Greg was now more important and so she went back to the folder, she still held in her hands.

A/N: Hope it was good. The next ones from my co-worker death-on-arrival. Please review.