So I told myself I wouldn't get anywhere near the computer until I finished my homework... you all see how well that worked out, but I figured I'd post chappie 14 since I already broke my little promise to myself. So... enjoy everyone! Hugs and Kisses to all my reviewers!

Chapter 14

The scene looked almost exactly like they expected it to. There was a crushed cell phone on the ground, two spots of blood, presumably where Nick and Catherine lay. Greg watched Grissom take a sample of both spots and stand back to observe. Greg wasn't really paying attention as they assessed the scene and dusted the cell for prints. His mind was elsewhere. There was still that disturbing nag in the back of his mind. He was sure he'd seen this place before. Perhaps it was nothing. Maybe he'd just been driving to one of his crime scenes, but there was something foreboding about this road. The elusive memory seemed dark and forbidding. The morning sunlight was harsh, he decided. It was mocking them, reminding them of better days when they weren't investigating the disappearance of one of their own. That thought seemed to ring a bell, but after thinking for a minute, Greg dismissed it as useless hoping.

"GREG!"

Greg jumped and looked back at his co-workers who were all staring at him. "Sorry," He mumbled and went to get his kit. Why didn't any of them feel it?

"We've got a few prints on the phone. They're probably Nick and Catherine." Sara said, holding up lifted prints and looking at them closely.

Grissom was pointing at the ground where there were two gouges in the gravel. "This was probably where the car took off. And there are drag marks leading up to the back of the tire marks. I'm guessing that's where they dragged Nick and Catherine back into the car."

Warrick and Sara nodded, but their talking was giving Greg a headache. He rubbed his forehead, looking back at the road. Brass was standing next to one of the police cars, watching the CSI's work.

"Hey Greggo, you okay?" This was Warrick, and Greg looked up at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Warrick, Sara and Grissom looked at him disbelievingly. He must be going insane, Greg decided. What was wrong with him? Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself to deal with the situation at hand. The others were still watching him. "I'm fine." He repeated.

They slowly returned to their old conversation. Greg still couldn't focus on it. He was next, according to Nick and Catherine's kidnappers. They'd explicitly said that they were going to kill Nick and Catherine. If so, then why hadn't they done it yet? It seemed they weren't going to hold them for ransom. What were they doing then? Were they delaying the CSIs' deaths just to taunt them, or was there some deeper meaning to what they were doing? More than likely, they were doing this for revenge. Something was not right about this. Something aside from the fact that two CSIs were missing. The kidnappers' actions didn't make sense. They could have killed the two at the scene, and they'd proved already that they could kill without being caught. As far as Greg knew, they hadn't killed the two CSIs when they'd pulled over either. Why were they still alive? It was a strange question to ask about his friends, but if they were still alive, then the answer to that question would help them find the two missing CSIs.

He tried to think in Grissom's point of view. His supervisor always said it was essential to understand the suspects before anything else. Greg knew these guys liked to taunt their victims. Perhaps that was the reason Nick and Catherine were still alive. The kidnappers were trying to keep them alive so they could continue their verbal and physical torment. They probably wanted to make a statement with their captives' deaths, but what statement did they want to make and how were they going to make it? They knew that the kidnappers were somehow connected with Nick's previous kidnapping and burial. Was this something to do with that? Did they bury them? The thought sent shivers down his spine. He remembered Gordon and the warehouse he blew himself up in. Wait…The warehouse. He looked back at the road and stood up from his kneeling position, revelation dawning on him. This road…He suddenly remembered what it led to. The knowledge was staggering. Where else would they be?

"Guys…" he said almost in a whisper. He was staring down the road in the direction of the warehouse.

Everybody looked at him. Warrick was the first to speak. "Greg?"

He looked back at them with a sudden feverish excitement, adrenaline rushing through his veins. "This road!" He said. "It goes to that warehouse! The place where Gordon died."

The three CSIs looked at him speechless for a minute before Grissom spoke. Greg couldn't read his expression or quiet understand what Grissom was really thinking behind his words, but his answer was satisfying. "It's a good hunch." Greg could tell that his boss was trying to keep his words level and calm. "Greg and Warrick, go ahead with a squad car." He nodded at Brass. "Sara and I will catch up when we're done processing this scene.

Warrick was already behind the wheel waiting impatiently for Greg, who hopped in, barely making it before Warrick peeled away. Greg looked at his co-worker, a little alarmed. He'd never seen Warrick drive like this and was a little surprised, despite the fact that they were going way too fast, he had the SUV under perfect control. It took him a minute to remember to buckle himself in, but that done, he turned to look at Warrick. If there was one word to describe his friend's expression, it was pissed. And worried. That was too be expected though. "Rick?" He said in a small voice.

They'd left the squad car in the dust long before so there were no noisy sirens or distracting lights to disturb them. Warrick took his eyes off the road long enough to spare a glance for Greg. "I knew there was something about this place, damn it!" he said angrily.

Greg wasn't sure what to say. "So did I, but Grissom brushed it off. I didn't realize where we were until…" He trailed off as Warrick's phone went off.

Warrick glanced down at it. Greg could see him trying to get his feelings under control. "Can you get that for me? I haven't driven like this in a while."

Greg looked at the screen and flipped the phone open. He was greeted by Brass' angry voice. "What the hell do you think you're doing! Slow down! I don't have radar with me, but you're definitely pushing the speed limit!"

"Uh… I'll tell him." Greg said when he could think of nothing else.

"Greg? Oh." There was a pause. "Well the last thing we want is for you two to crash."

"He looks like he's got it under control." Greg said weakly, looking at the speedometer.

"I don't care if Warrick is a former NASCAR driver! Don't do anything stupid when you get there either!" Greg heard Brass hang up and turned to Warrick.

"What does he want?" Warrick asked in a rough voice.

"For you to slow down. I must say, I'd appreciate it too." Greg replied.

Warrick wasn't listening, but squinting ahead, so Greg gave up. "Why didn't you guys recognize this place?" He questioned, not wanting to distract Warrick from his driving, but wanting to know the answer.

Warrick shrugged. "I wasn't watching the road that day. I was thinking about Nick."

Greg nodded. That made sense. All of them had other things on their minds. Warrick was slowing down, and Greg could see the warehouse in front of them. He prepared himself to keep Warrick in the car. He wanted very much to go after Nick and Catherine, but barging into an unknown territory with no idea of the circumstances was possibly the most "stupid" thing to do. Just as he expected, Warrick unbuckled himself and made to get out as soon as the car was stopped. "Rick!" Greg said. "We can't just go barging in there with no back-up."

Warrick looked at him once. No words were needed to be exchanged. There was no way that Greg was going to keep him there. A moment later, Warrick was gone, and Greg could see him running towards the warehouse, gun drawn and pointed at the ground. Taking a deep breath, Greg followed him.

TBC...

P.S Fannysmackin' was sooo sad! Poor greggo... sniffles