A/N: GREG ANGST WHOOO!

Well this chapter was weird for me. This was not what I had in mind the entire time I was writing the first 4 chapters but it just sort of ran away from me. I hope I made the write choice (overused pun intended)

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Greg stopped in his tracks. A tall man with shoulder length brown and gray hair was leaning against the counter staring right back at him. He was wearing a simple black shirt with a thin durable green coat and jeans. Everything about him was intimidating, from the scar along his lower lip to the way he ever so subtly moved his leg's in an attacking position. Greg quickly raised his gun with sturdy hands and a shaky body.

"What are you doing here?" Greg said through gritted teeth trying to intimidate his unwanted guest.

The intruder merely stood up and said, "You might want to put the gun down Greg, you could get hurt." Greg stood his ground. Even though his head was pounding, his heart was running like a wild horse, his leg's were uncontrollable, and his adrenaline was breaking records, he stood his ground. The older man across from him looked relaxed like he was discussing what they wanted for lunch.

"I asked you a question," Greg demanded. The man had no reaction to the underlining threat. He nodded to something to his right and before Greg could see what it was he heard the click of a safety being pulled off a gun pointed right at his head.

The man walked towards him and said, "Give your gun to my colleague and sit down. We should be a little civilized." Greg's mind raced to find a way out. He didn't want to hand over his only protection but he feared that if he didn't comply his new guests would get much more violent and Greg didn't stand a chance. He flipped his gun around his finger and gave it to the person beside him then hesitantly sat down. The man sat across from him, leaning back in a casual manner and crossing his arms.

In that moment, Greg hated him. He hated how nonchalantly he made himself home in his house. He hated how he controlled him, hated how he tapped his thumbs together, hated how his accomplice was still aiming a gun at his head. An anger boiled inside his stomach and it desperately wanted to flip the table over and punch the guys lights out.

After a long silence the man finally concluded his thoughts and said, "I need to ask you a favor." Greg almost laughed.

"Why the hell would I do that?" The man leaned his elbows on his knees-a simple gesture with a deeper meaning that didn't go unnoticed by Greg; It said I'm in control.

"We're trying really hard not to push you but if you don't hear us out we'll be forced to use all means until the message sinks in, got it?" his tone bit at him on the last two words. He tried to hide his anxiety by leaning back and resting his arm on the table. His other ticked away on his leg, giving away his fear.

"What favor?" He finally asked his captor.

"Yesterday my brother met you in the alley." Greg's eye's got wide and every part of him stilled. "Ever since then, he's been wanting to get to know you- quite frankly he's been stalking you. He seems to think that you were meant to be his." Greg stopped breathing, his mind flew through all the possibilities. Would they take him to him? Are they asking him to do it willingly? How long would he be a prisoner of these brothers?

"My brother is very special to me. He's the only blood I got. Now you're threatening to take that away from me and I don't like it."

Greg immediately protested. "I never asked for any of this! Why don't you do what every good brother does for a man like him and hire a hooker?" In a motion so quick he didn't realize what was happening, the man that was once holding a gun was now clutching his groin with a vice grip. Greg's eyes popped out of his head and he exhaled all the breath he had inside him. His hand became a fist and pounded on the table to get through the pain. The man across him only sighed.

"I told you to hear me out. My colleague here is very protective and very skilled in aiming for parts that won't be noticeable." For the first time Greg looked to the man now grasping his unmentionables. He was bald and dark skinned with a fury inside his dark eyes. His well built arms shown through his skin tight black t-shirt.

Greg couldn't focus anymore. Blood was rushing in his ears, his eyes snapped shut before he realized it, and his knuckles burned white from the raging fist he made. Then all if a sudden it was gone leaving only a lingering feeling of things shifting back into place and nerves adjusting to the sudden release. His breathing finally came back to him and his eyes opened.

"We don't want you with him anymore than you do. We would prefer if his mind was on something else right now. Something more important than a little crush on some science geek."

Through ragged breaths, Greg said, "What's the favor then?"

"It's simple really. We want you to leave the state. Actually leaving the country would be better, he's a great tracker." Greg didn't believe what he was hearing. Was he really being chased out of the U.S?

Greg was also confused, he said, "Not that I'm suggesting this, but why are you not just killing me and dumping my body in the middle of the desert?"

"Simple. He would know I did it and resent me for the rest of his miserable life. No, I need you to leave by choice, well sort of, so that he can start focusing on the tasks I gave him. It should take about 5-9 weeks and then we'll be gone for good. But if you want to come back before then, by all means, chance my brothers lust. Trust me, I've seen some of the people he's been with and they haven't walked since." The man smiled as if he thought Greg might think it a joke. Greg's face was hard, understanding the full extent of what his life would be if he moved away.

"How soon do I have to leave?" He asked bitterly. The man shifted back into a casual leaning position.

"As soon as possible. Preferably this week." Greg turned his head to think without the man's presence so visible. Unless they caught these guys soon, and by the lack of evidence they had found so far, Greg knew his best chance at survival would be to leave. He also knew it would be the worst decision in his life. His job, his friends, his whole life was in this desert oasis and to tear himself away from it would be like slicing a major organ out of him.

"If I leave that soon, people will get suspicious and look into it," he said simply, trying the only angle he had to convince this man to try some other mean's of refocusing his brothers needs.

"Tell them you've had enough of Vegas. That this recent attack was the last straw. I don't know, anything really. You just need to leave. This is partly for your own protection too. You're lucky I'm even giving you the opportunity and not just shipping you out myself in a wooden box labeled East Africa." Greg was still debating. The man's patience was running thin though, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out some folded papers, throwing them on the table in front of Greg. "If I can't convince you maybe these will. I found them in his room." Greg hesitantly grabbed the photos and unfolded them. He felt like vomiting. The first picture was of him sitting on the ambulance talking to Sara. The second he was walking out of the lab. The last one was much more recent, he was asleep on his bed.

"He popped in earlier and I tailed him here. That's why you need to leave. This obsession he has with you is taking up our valuable time and next time he won't stop himself with just pictures. I don't know why he's taking his time with you. You must be different to him. Special. Usually when he get's worked up about someone and then when he has them and they let him down...he doesn't know how to cope with their loss. Can you imagine what he might do to someone he finds so special?" Greg snapped his eyes back up to the man across from him. He knew his brother was murdering people, torturing them, and just sits there like he's talking about a business deal.

"You're brother needs a prison cell and the death penalty," Greg spat out. Immediately the man beside him pulled his head back forcefully and slapped a hand over his mouth and nose-cutting of his breathing. Greg panicked. His lungs burst into flames, his arms and legs were becoming numb. He grasped at anything on the man to yank him off, he kicked at the air, nearly kicking the man across from him in the shins. He barely registered that the man had pulled him out of his chair. Then right before he could pass out the man dropped him to floor in a heap. Greg took in one long ragged breath, coughing at the sudden return of oxygen. His throat burned like wildfire.

The brother leaned down beside him and said between gritted teeth, "Don't ever talk about my brother that way." He picked Greg up by his collar and angrily threw him back in his chair. Greg was still breathing rapidly. He didn't need the extra threat, he was very aware of the danger he currently found himself in. He didn't want to make a decision either. After a period of silence the man got impatient. "Look I'll give you 5 seconds to make a decision, or I'll go with plan B." Then the barrel of the gun tapped the left side of his head. Greg couldn't process. He wanted to say he'd go but his lips were listening to his heart and his heart didn't want to leave the life he had created for himself. If he said no though, he wouldn't have a heart to argue with. "5, 4, 3,2,-"

"Wait!" Greg croaked. The man stopped counting and gave him a knowing glare. He cleared his throat and said louder, "What if I helped you finish the task, could I stay then?" For once, the man seemed surprised.

"You want to help us? Oh Greggo, you have no idea what you've stumbled into."

"They way I figure it, I'm an accomplice anyways. You have told me about an illegal operation and if I just run away, I'll be a co-conspirator. I might as well know what I'm being chased away from."In a last ditch effort to save his life, Greg threw a crazy idea out there. Immediately he regretted it. He didn't want to be a part anything that had to do with them. He already knew one of them was a serial killer and the other wasn't any better. But the man across seemed to be seriously contemplating the idea of using him, and that scared Greg. That's what you came up with? He thought sarcastically.

Eventually the man seemed to have an answer. "Alright you can help. You will have no contact with my brother whatsoever. You might want to find another place in the meantime. Jay here will contact you with further information. Now that you've been added to the equation it should speed up our time. I'll try to keep him off you're tail. But if we don't contact you in 4 days, I would suggest leaving the country...and fast." Jay turned to him with a malicious grin. Greg pressed his back to the chair. Then they both exited his apartment as if they had a pleasant conversation.

Greg quickly went to his freezer and grabbed a pack of ice, placing it on his groin. His throat burned and his nails throbbed from digging into the man's skin. Then he had a sudden idea. He went to his bathroom and used a cue tip under his nails. With the DNA from this sample, he might be able to gather more information on the men that just threatened him. Then reality sank in and his whole body became numb to the outside world. What did he just get himself into?

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