Told ya I'd be speedy;) I'm at my sister's place, and since it's kinda boring here, I spend most of my time on the computer...ahh, sweet high speed! Anyways, I amy be a bit slower on the next part, depending on how the big strong men a.k.a. my dad, my brother-in-law and my other sister's boyfriend) do with the renovating of my married sister's house. Laminated flooring is so pretty:D Haha, buuut, enought rambling! Oh, and last night's episode of CSI was WIKID!!! I love Greg, and I think ihs James' family troubles if finally over, good for him, and the next episodes look to be very promising!)

And anyways, thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed the fic, you guys are superawesomefantastarrific (Yup, you guys are that great! lol)! And here is the next chapter, and I hope you keep enjoying my story.

CHAPTER 6: YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFER

To say the least, Greg was confused. That is, when he came too. The burns he had sustained now felt like someone was rubbing sand paper over him, the water not masking the sting.

Now why was that?

Greg couldn't bring himself to open his eyes yet. The sleep; however he had managed to fall asleep, just felt so good, that he didn't want to open his eyes. Not that he would see anything but darkness. But he realized the dangers of not being aware of his surroundings. He needed to know what was going on, but still, his eyes remained closed. Then a strange question hit him. "How the heck did I manage to fall asleep and not drown?"

This provoked Greg to remember. He found himself having these lapses of memory pretty often since this ordeal happened, and it wasn't that long ago that it started. He concentrated, and he found himself in a nightmare. One that was way too vivid…

-------------------Memory---------------------

The phone was dropped through the hole again, and hovered above him. Greg just looked at it, not wanting to move. He saw it wiggle a few times, like a fishing hook waiting for its unsuspecting prey. "Gregsy, why didn't you take the phone?"

"What if I don't want to take the call?" Greg snapped back. He was sick of this.

"But it's the Crime Lab again…they'll want to talk to you."

Greg eyed the phone warily. Then he remembered that he had information that may lead them to the killer. He took the phone. "Hello?"

"Greg, buddy, you're…"

"Shut up." Cammy said flatly to Nick. "We're only talking to Sara. Get her, or Greg dies. There's no shortage of water here, and Greg's already up to his neck…do you want to risk it?"

A pause. Then, "We'll get Sara."

"Good boy." Cammy started to hum a song to herself, annoying Greg to no end. Greg waited an eternity to hear someone answer the phone on the other end, an eternity that in reality was only a minute. He heard very controlled breathing on the end, and knew who it was. "Sara! Sara, don't worry, this is not your fault…none of this is."

"We can't talk about that right now, Greg. Are you okay? What happened?"

"I poured boiling water over him. It was his initial punishment, but now that we've started this little game, I'm afraid I'll have to punish him more."

"Christ." Greg was not in the mood, mentally or physically, to deal with more torture.

"Don't touch him, you little slut. Or I swear I will make you pay."

Greg really didn't expect that outburst. It actually sparked some motivation in him. Sara was still fighting for him, and by damn, he was going to get out of here alive. His plan started to form…

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That's right! The fire in the words Sara had said had sparked an idea in Greg's head which had, he just noticed, started to throb painfully. Oh, now he remembered that plan. "Smart move, Greggo," He sarcastically scolded himself, "You nearly did yourself in!"

His plan now remained vividly in his head, like it had when it first appeared to him…

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"Alright, Sara, but pay attention because I'm saying this only once. He's under the ground underground in a house, and season's in the name…" Cammy had given her clue to Sara. Now was the time for action, or face the consequences of Sara's asking for another clue. Greg had it in his head now, his new attitude. In the lab, it was a goofy persona to make the days go by faster, and put a smile on everyone's face, especially Sara. His field persona, the more serious, quiet type with the humorous charm that he hoped let Sara see he was getting more mature…he still needed work on that one.

His persona now was to do or die. Take chances. Be bold.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and his plan swung into action like his arm, crashing the phone receiver into walls of his glass enclosure. He let a yelp of displeasure go as the resonating sound went through his bones like a jackhammer, but he kept at it. He hit, and he hit, and he hit, losing count the amount of times he actually made the phone connect with the glass.

"What the hell?" Cammy screamed, her voice coming from both the phone and up above him through the pipe, "What are you doing Greg?"

"Oh shit." Greg had forgotten something. "Sara, she's done this before!" He said, stopping his attack on his surroundings only momentarily before resuming them. It was complete chaos. Greg felt the pressure against the phone cord as Cammy desperately tried to grab it from his hands, and the sound of phone hitting glass was starting to make his brain feel like exploding.

Crrreeeeaaaaaak.

Greg heard the sound he had been waiting for, and he nearly wept in happiness that finally a plan of his had worked. The crack, as he felt it, was in the side to his right, and pretty low, because he felt the water level lower, and he was left, dripping wet.

It was the next sound that scared the hell out of him. The all-to familiar creak and crinkle of glass shattering.

"Wait. Maybe I didn't think this through." He heard more sounds and felt something like glitter fall on his face. He brought his hand to it, and winced when he felt something sting. Oh yeah, he was in a glass box six feet underground. "Oops. Slight miscalculation."

"Cammy, help!" Greg yelled, trying to stay as calm and still as he could. "The glass is cracking, and I'm going to be buried alive!"

He heard panicked breathing through the tube. "Oh, Gregsy, what did you do? Hold on…" He heard Cammy run upstairs, and left Greg to wait for death, or whatever sliver of hope he had of living. Waiting seemed to be what he did most in his life anyways. A few minutes later, he felt the weight of the world crashing down on him, and he knew no more...

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Until now. Greg groaned as he shifted himself precariously. "Note to self; not the best idea to break the only thing keeping you from being suffocated by six feet of dirt." Shouldn't he be dead now, considering he was just buried in that much dirt? He would have suffocated, or be crushed. He wasn't, though, because he still felt worldly things. Anger at his kidnapper, fear at being so vulnerable, pain from his injuries, love for Sara. But where was he now?

And this was the question that provoked Greg to open his eyes. At first, he squinted. There was actually light around him. And after allowing his eyes to adjust, he opened them fully, and nearly fainted. He was in a fully furnished, romantic getaway like bedroom.

With a catch. This one had torturous weapons laying at its sides, and a crazed woman humming a catchy tune in the bathroom door, watching him hungrily.

"Oh, damn it!" Sara said, jumping back and dropping the phone in the process.

All eyes in the room were trained on her. "What happened, Sara?" Nick asked.

Sara let out a groan of frustration as she tried to stop her racing heart and fast breathing. "Ugh, I just got another clue, and…I don't know what happened! There were these banging noises and then Janinne hung up. Greg was doing something, and I don't know!" She flung her hands up in the air.

"Hold it, Sara." Grissom said, trying to get everyone to remain calm, which was easier said than done. "Archie." He addressed the A/V Tech as he typed with mad precision and clicked the mouse every few seconds. "Did you get anything?"

His answer was Archie chucking his equipment halfway across the room. "No! Argh…how could she have completely avoided all phone tracing equipment?" He shook his head. "That's just not right, unless she has ant experience."

Nick growled. "She's way too unpredictable. Maybe she's a genius, maybe not, who knows?" He started pacing the room. "We don't know anything."

"Yes we do." Sara said. "She told me, '"He's under the ground underground in a house"'. Now, we know that he's underground, so, under the ground, underground…he was buried below ground in a basement or below ground level."

"Hmm..." Grissom muttered in thought. "That makes sense. Was there any more?"

"Yea." Sara tried to recollect the discussion.

"We can get the tape and play it…" Grissom offered, but Sara cut him off.

"No, that's all right. She said, '"Season's in the name"'. What does that mean?"

"Oh!" Warrick piped up, from where he leaned against the wall near Catherine. "Season's in the name…she said she was in Vegas, right? Summerlin. That's where she's too."

"Ahh, good job Warrick." Grissom said. He got his phone out, and started to dial Brass' number.

"Wait." Sara stopped him. "Greg said something too. When the noises started happening, he said she had done this before."

Grissom's expression went to extremely worried. "What?"

"That's what Greg said." Sara said. "Can we use that? Can we investigate other missing men that went missing in areas that Janine has worked?"

"Okay. This is bittersweet." Grissom went strictly business. "She's killed before. If we can find her pattern from other missing men we can attribute to her, then we may be able to find out how much time we have left, if any at all, Sara, you're right. But, it also means she knows what she's doing. She may be a few steps ahead of us."

Everyone nodded. Warrick however spoke up. "Boss, I never got to tell you what Brass and I found from Frank's diner. We questioned the employees, and said she had a husband."

"Cal?" Sara blurted out. Warrick nodded. "Cal is her husband? What the hell, then why is she looking for boyfriends? Why is he helping her?"

"Oh my." Lily said, sitting down. She had been standing there the whole time, an outsider, watching from the outside the investigation of her son. "Oh, Gregory, være i sikkerheten (be in safety)."

Sara, hearing the strange words and noticing the older woman's distress, looked to the team. "Work on that angle. I'll take Greg's mom. I want to talk to her some more."

Everyone nodded, and Sara led Greg's mom away. The cogs in Sara's head were starting to turn, she was forming a plan. "I just hope to God that Greg survived whatever happened to him the last time we spoke."

Greg, now fully awake and aware, was watching the little psycho seductress who was still watching him warily. However, she just chuckled a bit and walked over to him. Greg tried to raise his arms in defence, or use his legs to kick or run, but he couldn't. He had just noticed that his arms were restrained, being tied to his sides by strips of fabric, so while he could move them slightly and flex them, he was still as vulnerable as ever.

"Get away from me…" Greg hissed, like a feral animal being cornered by a predator. "Stay away."

"Oh, Gregsy…" She cooed, coming along to him from the side of the bed, and perching herself on its side. "Don't try and push me away. We're going to be together for a long while, so be prepared."

Greg attempted to inch away from her. Finally in light, Greg could see just how bad his situation was. Cammy was a very fit, strong-looking woman, and her light purple eyes, which on any other circumstance Greg would find mystically appealing, were filled with a twinkle of malevolent sadism. He still wore the clothes he had on the day he was kidnapped, except they were damp and, as Greg finally noticed, covered in dirt. Only his vest was missing.

Greg turned his head away from her, fearing he would start to cry. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"To be with you, Greg, don't you see?" She said, taking his head in her hands and, ripping her nails into the tender flesh of his throat, turned his face towards hers. "That day, in the diner, when I saw you, I was smitten to say the least. Your tantalizing curls, your boyish charms, your humour, it was beautiful to just watch you. And when you spoke to me, you actually spoke too me, not to my chest, or my ass. You spoke to me like an equal, and I fell in love with you."

Greg was done with toying. "Listen, lady, you are warped. You have no idea what love is all about."

Cammy just kept smiling, bringing her hand to play with the curls at the nape of his neck, not even noticing Greg trying to pull away. "No. I know what love is. And as soon as I make you forget Sara, you'll love me back."

"Nothing." Greg said, his voice icy and strong. "Nothing, will ever make me stop loving Sara." "Oh damn, what did I just say?"

Cammy was wondering the same thing. "What?" She stuttered, apparently at a loss for words. "What did you say?"

"Well, in too deep now." "You heard me. Sara is my one true love. Nothing will ever make me forget that. And I will never love you."

Greg did not like the look that Cammy was giving him, one of outrage and one on the break of hysterics. "What?!" She started chuckling nervously. "No. You will love me; I will make you love me. But first, we have to beat this notion that you love Sara out of her head." She got up then, ripping out some of the hair she had been winding around her fingers painfully and she stood in front of the bed. She seemed thoughtful, looking at him, watching him. His eyes were wide with fear for the unknown, his chest heaving with panicked breaths.

Waiting is always the worst part.

Then, she moved to his opposite side of him, to his left, and started preparing something on the side of the bed. She was out of Greg's limited sight, and to say he was scared was an understatement. She was muttering to herself, and he could only catch fragments of it.

The suddenly, she was crawling on the bed, her back arched, making her way seductively over to him. Greg wriggled, getting on his toes and crawling as far as he could to the headboard, but he was having trouble with the pain his burns caused him. She continued her approach, however, undeterred by Greg's obvious disdain for her, until she was straddling him at his hips. She started unbuttoning his shirt carefully.

"Don't touch me you slut." Greg said, trying to intimidate her but only sounding more helpless then he would like to believe himself to be.

"Greg, listen, if I'm ever to have a successful relationship with you, it needs to be…sensual. I love a physical connection. So, your shirt is coming off, at one time or another."

"Then why bury me in the first place?" Greg asked, not able to keep from asking. He gasped as her fingernail dug into a burned spot on his chest.

"I want a man who is not completely weak. If I want to dominate a man, I need him to be a challenge. You're only the first to ever escape from the glass grave."

Greg looked at her. How could she seem so relaxed after admitting to killing a man, or men, before? "I thought you said I was the second."

"To survive the hot water, yes. But he died after I made him pass out from nitrous oxide. He drowned, like the rest of them. You were pretty close to getting that too, but you managed to break the glass, and no way was I about to let you get buried without hearing you scream one more time. I'll be the cause of your death, not your own stupidity."

Greg, whose his face contorted in pain as she finally unclasped the last button, actually managed a laugh. "My stupidity got me out of that hell hole. So now I can see your face and see how ugly of a person you truly are."

For his cheekiness, Greg was awarded with a hard slap across the face, making it sting just as bad as his scorched skin. "We'll see where you think you're safer." Then, she produced a phone from behind her back. "After we talk with a familiar person."

Sure, we all know who it is...but there's lots of...stuff, coming up! Haha, hope you all enjoyed, I'm off working on another chapter before the computer is dismantled and I'm forced to watch Easter specials out i the living room! Enjoy everyone;)