And it continues! Now the team is being brought in a little more. There are a lot of them, but their scene thing isn't very long. But next chapter will probably have more of them. I will know when I'm done writing this chapter and I will let you know at the bottom. But for right now...

He had been sitting down eating a snack and reading over a report when his phone vibrated. Thrown out of his deep thoughts, he took out his phone and opened it up to his messages. He smiled when he saw that it was from Sara. But that smile was short-lived.

"Help. Quick&Easy. Hostages."

What?

Grissom stood up, never breaking eye contact with the phone. He rushed out of the room and found Captain Brass chatting with Catherine.,

"I thought you went home," Brass said casually.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Forgot something."

"Jim, Sara just sent me a message. Something about the Quick&Easy and hostages. Said she needs help." His voice was more confused than worried.

Brass looked at Grissom for a moment and Catherine began shifting uncomfortably while looking back and forth between Grissom and Brass.

"Ok.. Um, lets go check it out." He picked up his radio. "This is Brass requesting back up for a possible hostage situation at the Quick&Easy on…"

Both Catherine and Grissom began to make their way to the exit of the lab. On the way, they passed the DNA lab where Nick and Warrick were.

"Nick, Warrick, we might have a problem. Where's Greg?" Grissom called out hurriedly from the doorway.

"Um, I think he and Sara went to get something to eat. What's going on?" Nick had put everything down and was looking at Grissom.

Grissom turned to Catherine and was greeted by her worried, mother look. Things just kept getting worse.

"Hurry up, we gotta go."

Grissom, followed by the rest of the team made their way out to their cars and followed Brass to the quick and easy. When they arrived, they saw about 5 cop cars there.

"Sir, there is on fact a hostage situation. We also heard a gunshot. One guy got shot, but it didn't appear to be fatal. We don't know exactly how many are in there right now, but we are trying to get a hold of the suspect now."

The team exchanged looks.

"A guy got shot? Do you have any kind of description?" Catherine asked the officer.

"Well, he was shot just as we pulled up, and then pulled away somewhere. But he seemed like a rather thin male. Not very old.. Blondish hair… Wasn't able to get much more than that, sorry ma'am." The officer finished and walked away.

Brass came back over to the group of CSI's.

"Ok, they got in touch with the guy. Wants us to call him Regie. There are apparently three females, one child, and one male in the building. Said the only once hurt was the male." Brass sighed.

"You think it's Greg?"

"Yeah Jim, the officer described a man that could be Greg. And assuming that Sara is also in there, we know that Greg was with her. And since there is only one male other than the suspect, the chances are against it being anyone else. Did he say how hurt?" Grissom really did not want this to be happening.

"Just said that 'the guy still has some time', so I'm guessing his gunshot wound is bad, but not bad enough to be killed right away… just enough to.." Brass trailed off.

"Suffer"

Right after they had heard the shot, a torrent of blues and reds filled the dark store. Sara's thoughts were thrown to the help that must have just arrived. A little too late it turns out.

The other women had perked up a bit at the thought of the 'good guys' getting here, but still seemed pretty distraught.

Her thoughts were thrown again, but her focus was now onto the gunman coming slowly towards them once again, but he was pulling something, or someone.

Oh no. He could not do this. Sara pleaded with the guy inside her head. Its bad enough he's dead, you don't have to make me look at him!

But it didn't matter. Greg was almost completely in view. Finally, his face could be seen. But Sara didn't look at his face right away, her attention was drawn to the trail off blood that followed him. He had been shot in the shoulder.. Then maybe he wasn't… Her eyes moved slowly up to his eyes. They were opened; but not dead opened, they were moving around a little, proving he wasn't dead!

Sara's face lit up. But she noticed that Greg was not completely there. He must be holding on to consciousness, she thought. Either way, he was alive and the help was here. How long it would be until they got out, if they got out at all, was unknown. But things were a little but better now that Greg was alive. Not doing well, but still alive.

Sara noticed Greg's eyes focus more, he blinked a couple of times and then looked straight at her. A grin spread across his face. How in the world could he smile now! She watched his eyes move away from hers and slowly to the women beside her, of whom she had completely forgot about.

They were staring at Greg as if he was the devil. Greg smiled at them too then turned back to Sara.

"Help me up." His voice was strained and the pain was clearly horrible.

"Greg.. You've been shot. You might be better off.." Sara started, but was interrupted.

"Then I'll do it myself." He lifted his head then tried to life his body. He winced and let out a small cry. Sara jumped into action and grabbed his back and helped him into a sitting position. She watched as he screwed his eyelids shut and his breathing rapid. After a few minutes, he opened them again.

"Thanks" he hissed.

Just then, the phone rang. They all heard a frantic gunman barking things out.

"Call me Regie… Look, there are 3 ladies, a kid and a guy… Yeah I shot him, ok?…. Not well I would think, but he still has some time… I.. I don't know, just let me think." The phone was slammed down.

Greg rolled his eyes.

"He always seems to think he does more damage then he actually does. I never lost consciousness when he tried to knock me out, and he only got me in the arm…"

"Well, I'm not complaining. I mean, you'd prefer to be in worse condition right now?" Sara asked, with a slight hint of frustration in her voice.

"Not really, I just think its funny." He answered with a grin.

"How? How can you think its funny? I mean you are the only one that his been hurt, and probably the only one that will continue to get hurt. And if anyone dies, it will more than likely be you! You know that! How can you find anything funny right now?"

Everybody's attention was shifted to a very wild looking Mallory.

Greg looked at her.

"Talk about seeing the glass half-empty.. Look, everything is going to be ok, ok?" He smiled his charming smile that he was so well-known for. "I promise."

Once again a ringing phone was heard.

"Yeah, yeah… Release the hostages? Look, I'm sure you have guessed that I'm not very good at this, but I know hostages are my only gambling chip…"

There was a long pause.

"Ok, ok. I'll let the girl go. What? Medical supplies?… Oh right, yeah, fine."

He hung up the phone and went over to the hostages.

"The girl is going. You up." He pointed to Gabby. She looked at her mother with fearful eyes. Her mother let tears fall, but nodded at the little girl and stood her up.

"But they also want to send in some medical supplies for you," he pointed to Greg. "So I figure, if you need them, you should get them yourself. And just because I don't like you, I'm going to make you carry the girl all the way out. If you screw that up, one of you dies." He smiled evilly. "And of course, I expect you to join us again once you get the supplies. If you don't, everyone left in here dies. You got it?"

Everyone was in shock. None of them expected Reggie to come up with something so heinous.

Greg took a deep breath a then nodded. He slowly pushed himself up, and was helped by Reggie. Once he was standing up, he turned to Sara, offered her an encouraging smile in exchange for a very worried look. He then turned to Gabby.

"Come here sweetie. You want to get out of here?"

She nodded slowly, but then looked at her crying mother.

"Hey, what if you go first, and then your mother comes out soon after, ok?" All of this was said in the most inviting tone Sara had ever heard from Greg.

Gabby looked at her mother once more, then back to Greg. She walked slowly to him. He bent down a little, grabbed her around her knees and lifted her up.

Sara saw his harsh winces and saw him holding back screams. Tears began to fall down her face. This wasn't right at all.

She continued to watch him poise himself, then turn towards the door, and slowly, painfully make his way to it, limping heavily.

She wondered how much more of this they could take. How much more they would have to take. She looked over at the other women quickly. Diana was still crying, but seemed a lot more relieved. Mallory was just staring off into the distance, possibly in shock.

Sara could no longer see Greg, but she heard the door open, then close. He apparently made it without having to put the girl down.

She thought how hard it must be to see freedom, but then have to turn right back around into hell, as she knew he would. There was no way he was going to let anyone die if he could help it; even if it meant dying himself.

Sara sighed. She really hoped it wouldn't come to that.

ok so.. yeah. I'm pretty sure that there will be more of the team that in not in the store, in the story. Thanks to like, the four people who commented. I appriciate it. And just to let you know, I never kill of characters. If I ever do, which I doupt I will, it will be Sophia more than likely. But yeah.. just in case I wirte more stories. And I am a Greg Freak! Like, I LOOOOVE him so much. If he ever left the show, so would I. So you should now know that I will NEVER kill him off, or read a fic that kills him off. Ok, well just comment me my loves.. and goodnight! or morning or whatever the case is.