-1Sorry the update has taken so long. I'm easily distracted, and trying to get over my new case of OCD/ADD. Um….yeah….R&R please!

He's to Blame

"No…no, please, don't! No!" Greg cried out in his sleep. He tossed and turned violently in his sleep.

"Greg? Are you ok?" Ryan called, coming into the room. He frowned when he noticed Greg was having a nightmare. In fear that Greg would hurt himself, Ryan went to the bed and gently shook him. "Greg? Buddy, wake up."

"No…not Sara, please leave her alone!" Greg continued to cry. He opened his eyes when Ryan finally managed to shake him awake.

"Greg, are you alright?" Ryan asked, concerned. He noticed Calleigh, Emmy and John had also entered the room.

Greg nodded slowly and gulped back tears. "Yeah, um, just…just a bad dream." Not too long after, he put his head in his hands and sobbed. "God, Ryan, I'm pathetic! I'm a CSI and I can't even protect my own family! He should have killed me, not Sara!"

"Greg! Don't talk like that!" Ryan exclaimed, putting his hand's on Greg's shoulders to steady him.

"She was so much stronger than I'll ever be," Greg cried. He looked up when he noticed John had made his way over to the bed.

"Dad, I want mom back too," John said, tears in his little, brown eyes.

"I know, son," Greg said, taking the boy in his arms and hugging him tightly. A few moments later he looked up to Ryan. "I wanna go back to the lab now."

Ryan nodded and stood up. "We'll get the kids to the sitter, then we'll head to the lab." He left the room, closely followed by Greg.

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Back at the lab, both teams were busy with the case. Some watched videos of security cameras while others called hotels to see if anyone checked in matching the kidnapper's description. When Ryan, Calleigh and Greg arrived, they were greeted by Horatio.

"Did he eat and get some rest?" Horatio asked while he watched Greg enter a lab where they were watching tapes.

Ryan frowned and shook his head. "He had a nightmare, so he didn't sleep well. The he said he just wasn't hungry." He followed Horatio's gaze. "I'm worried he's gonna get sick."

Horatio nodded. He looked up, startled, when Greg's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Greg asked.

"Hello, Mr. Sanders."

Greg shuddered at the cold voice. "Who are you?" he asked. Both teams were now gathered around him.

"Put it on speaker," Grissom said. Eric quickly hooked up Greg's phone so everyone could hear.

"I'm sure you already know me, Mr. Sanders. Shall I call you Greg?"

Greg gulped. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Well, Greg, I just want revenge."

Greg was getting aggravated. "What revenge!"

"Ha! You don't know? Well then, I'll tell you. Your slutty wife put me in jail for a murder that I wasn't responsible for! So, I'm getting revenge. I killed her, and now I have your precious little Jenna."

Greg slowly sank into a chair next to him. "Please, my little girl didn't do anything to you. Let her go."

"Why should I? It's my only entertainment hearing her scream for her daddy."

"Don't hurt her," Greg said, choking back a sob.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'll worse than hurt her! Let me establish the ground rules. You stop searching, or you can tell your friend Ryan Wolfe that his little Emmy is next!"

Ryan froze and Calleigh gasped. How could he possibly know them?

"Don't you go near my friends," Greg said.

"Is that a threat, Greggo? Well, I'll show you! You'll never see your little girl again! And don't bother tracking this call, I'll be gone by the time you get here anyway.

"No!" Greg yelled as the line went dead. Putting his head in his hands, he began to cry again.

"H, we got a location," Eric said in a shaky voice. "The Hamle Warehouse, just off Palm Avenue."

Horatio nodded. "Get patrol cars to all the exit ramps from that Warehouse now." He looked to Ryan, who had Calleigh tightly wrapped in his arms. "Ryan, I want you, Calleigh and Greg to pack some things, get the kids and get here. You're staying at the lab for protection."

"H," Ryan tried to argue, but was cut off.

"Don't argue, Mr. Wolfe, now go and get back here fast."

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess," Greg said, looking up at Ryan. He cringed when Nick snorted.

"Yeah, like you mean it," Nick said, glaring at Greg. "You just don't want to do all the hard work yourself."

Greg stood and stared directly at Nick. "That's not true!"

Nick grinned sarcastically. "Oh, sure it's not. It's your fault what happened to Sara and Jenna, and you know it!"

"They're my family! You don't know what it's like to lose them like that!" Greg glared at Nick, his hands balling into tight fists.

"She should have married me instead," Nick said. He was surprised when Greg suddenly punched him in the face. Stumbling backwards, he grabbed his bloody nose and cried out in pain.

"Greg! That wasn't necessary," Warrick said angrily, rushing over to Nick.

Greg stood in shocked silence, staring at Nick's blood on his hand. He only looked up when Ryan patted his shoulder. "I didn't mean to," he stuttered, looking at Ryan.

"I know," Ryan replied. "Come on, we need to…" He was cut off when Nick suddenly lunged past him at Greg. "Nick…no don't!" he exclaimed. He cringed when Nick violently punched Greg square in the stomach.

Greg groaned and fell to his knees. Clutching his stomach, he started couching. He suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy. Falling sideways, he was surprised that Catherine caught him.

"Greggo? Can you hear me? Are you ok?" Catherine asked, lightly patting Greg's cheek.

"Sara…Jenna…" Greg moaned. He looked up at the worried expressions of everyone else before darkness overtook him.

TBC

What do you think so far? I still need ideas for my ending. Should Greggo live or die? R&R and lemme know what you think. Thanx! G