Ahh, YES!!!!!!!! I'm finally allowed to post! For some reason, fanfiction was being a dummy and not letting me post...seriously, I don't know why, but a million inanimate things hate me, and always do this to me. But, in the time it wouldn't let me post, I have the whole thing basically completed. So, I'll be fairly fast posting the next few chapters. But, anyways, here ya go, chapter 7!

Oh...and for the sake of doing it...erhem...harrumph... "Attention folks, this is poor train speaking, no CSI or CBS affiliates aboard, just this computer...and this story, in which I am borrowing the CSI's." And now, all aboard all those readers, and enjoy the Finding express!

CHAPTER 7: BONDS, WHIPS, CODES AND PHONE CALLS

"Thank you, dear." Lily said as Sara comforted her back in the comfortable break room chairs. "It's just, it's so hard to believe he'll be okay, knowing that he's going though all of this." She choked up. "I don't even know if he's alive anymore."

"He is." Sara said.

Lily stared at her, no, into her, through her eyes, searching. "How can you say that and be so confident. You truly believe it."

"I've said it before." Sara said, smiling a faint smile thinking of Greg, "If he were gone I'd know it. I'd feel it." Then Sara realized how fanciful that sounded. But she truly believed it. Love made you do some crazy things. "Love?"

Lily nodded, and mimicked her smile. "Thank you Sara, for having so much faith."

"For Greg." Sara said. "But, Lily, it's not over yet, and we're going to need more than faith to bring him back, I have an idea. What did you say back in the A/V Lab?"

Lily looked at her, and then realization dawned on her. "Oh dear, I spoke in Norwegian again. Sorry. It slips sometimes."

"No. That's good. Does Greg know it?"

Lily nodded, still trying to puzzle out what Sara was getting at. "Yes, he does, from the days he spent with my father. I also taught it to him."

"We can communicate with him using Norwegian. Janine won't know, and Greg will be able to communicate with us. We may find something out. But," Sara added, "For now we have to wait."

Lily agreed with her. Silence passed between the two, but not uncomfortably. Sara enjoyed the company of Lillian Sanders very much, and seemed like the mother she wished she knew, strong, independent, and caring. Greg definitely had her qualities. Everything about Greg he seemed to get from his mother. What did that mean for her?

Lily chuckled. "Did Gregory ever tell you the time he and his grandfather went fishing?"

Sara looked over at the woman, who was lost in memory. "No, he didn't."

She laughed again, a smile coming over her lips. "I'm not surprised. It's an embarrassing story, but he was only a tyke. It started when he was eight."

And for almost an hour, they talked about Greg. About his childhood, about his time in Las Vegas, and the women bonded. They shared laughs and tears. And then Sara realized something important. "I can't lose him."

"…Huh?" Sara murmured when she heard her cell phone ringing. She picked up the phone, flipping it open. "Sidle."

"Sidle, eh? Sara Sidle. Nice ring."

Sara went pale, her heart stopped, along with everything else. "How did you get my number? Where's Greg?"

"Greg, Greg, Greg…you need to get over him, Sara Sidle. He's with me now, and he's about to forget about his love of you."

Her comment, even if it was not credible coming from Janine, caught her off guard. "Lo-love?"

"Oh, he didn't tell you? He told me. Now, I have to prepare his…punishment. I'll let him talk to you. Not like he could give me away. Have fun. You may as well get everything off your chests now; I'll never let you see him again. Alive, anyways."

Sara stopped breathing momentarily. "No…what? Wait!"

"…Oh, Sara, please…"

"…Greg, are you okay?" She had to ask him, because she was not sure at all. His voice was not his own anymore. It was broken, afraid, void of the liveliness that usually emanated from Greg's aura.

"She's crazy. She's done this before…all of them in that glass grave, but I got out, and I don't know what's going to happen next. The burns Sara…they really hurt, and I just want to see you again."

"Shh…Greg, it's okay. Listen to me." Sara sighed frustrated. She wasn't sure if this would work, but this was their best chance at protecting Greg. She mouthed speedily to Lily that it was Greg on the other side of the phone. Lily's eyes went wide, but she nodded and started enunciating the Norwegian counterparts of what Sara said. Sara was still fuming, how had Janine even gotten her cell phone number? "Greg, vi skal snakke norsk for Ã¥ forvirre henne." (we will speak Norwegian to confuse her.) She could swear she heard Greg's jaw drop. "Er hun der?(Is she there?)

Greg seemed to recover quickly, however, hearing his native language. Sara never knew Norwegian, so that could only mean one thing. "Er mamma der?"(Is Mom there?)

"Yes she is Greg, and she's worried, but now's not the time. Er hun der?" (Is she there?) She repeated herself slowly.

"Nei, hun har nettopp gått ut, men hun skal komme tilbake med noe. Jeg er litt redd for hva det kan være." (No, she has just gone out, but she will come back with something. I am a bit scared about what that can be.) There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, but when he did speak again he spoke in English. "After the last time we spoke, I wasn't sure if I would ever get to speak to you again."

"What happened?"

"I used the phone to break the glass…and then the dirt around me came down…and that's all I remember…"

"Greg, you fool!" Sara yelled at him through the phone, as Lily watched her, trying desperately to understand what exactly was being said between them. "You could have killed yourself!"

"Yeah, and drowning in a glass grave six feet underground is such an awesome way to go."

Sara shook her head. At least his sarcastic humour hadn't fled him. "Greg, konsentrer deg! Hvor er du nå?" (Greg, focus. Where are you now?)

She heard him sigh. "Jeg er… litt redd for det. Hun har bundet meg på senga si."(I'm a little scared by that. She has me tied up on her bed.)

Sara gagged. She swore she felt her blood stop coursing through her veins and start to boil. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined what position he was in at the hands of that…slut!

"Wh-what?" She spluttered, quite at a loss for any words. "Are you okay? Has she…"

"No, not yet, but she's preparing for it. Sar, you have to help me…she's crazy!"

"Calm down Greg." Sara was wracking her brain once more for something intelligible to say to him, either to calm him, reassure him that he would come out okay. She hoped to God that he would. But it was plain to see he wasn't able to escape. She was in complete control, and that was the fact that scared Sara. "Greg…Janine Crawley. That's her name. What else can you tell us about her?"

"I…" Greg was plainly struggling to think. "I don't know, all I know is that she's done this before, and she gets off torturing people. Umm…" Greg was searching about, grasping to find something to help her. "Jeg er ikke underjordisk. Jeg kan se ut et vindu." ( I'm not in the underground. I can see out a window.)

Sara switched to Norwegian again. "Greg, hva kan du se? Noe kjent som vi kan..." (Greg, what can you see? Anything familiar that we can...)

Suddenly, Sara was assaulted with frantic threats. "Greg! What's happening, calm down, where…"

"No…get away from me you whore…stay away! Sara…Sara, I love you! I love you!"

"Shut up, Greg. She is the reason you're in this position. Now, brace yourself hon…"

It was now or never. Cammy…or Janine, as Sara had addressed her, had entered the room with a long leather whip. "No…get away from me you whore…stay away! Sara…Sara, I love you! I love you!"

Janine, at hearing the words, looked at him, and her face went cold. "Shut up Greg. She is the reason you're in this position. Now, brace yourself hon." She stood on the bed, towering above him from his position on the bed, lying terrified and exposed on his back, and she raised her arm, bringing it down with brutal force. The leather zipped through the air, and connected with a spot on Greg's left chest, causing him to scream in pain. The spot where it had hit was now deep rouge.

"You bitch!" Greg panted, as he tried to regain his composure after the pain started to subside only slightly.

"Sara did that to you." Janine replied, looking at him with new eyes, one of lust and want. "And she did this." She brought the whip down again, striking him in a similar place as before, creating more pain than Greg would care to remember. He screamed once more, curding himself as he did so because he was trying so hard to keep strong for the woman on the other line, forced to hear him suffering.

"Greg!" It broke his heart. The phone was still laid next to his head, and he could hear her voice filled with fear for him. He never wanted to be the one to cause her this kind of anxiety. "Greg, I didn't cause this, please believe me. I want you home, we're trying our best, please just hang on. I can't lose you."

"Quiet, Sara!" Janine screamed as she lowered the whip down once more, and picked up the phone. "And no more clues! We've finished this game of hide and seek, and you lose."

"No, please Janine, please give us Greg back! What you're doing is wrong."

"In whose eyes?" Janine sneered. "You had an affair with an engaged man before, and I think that's the worst sin you can commit, even if it's not the law. Does Hank Pettigrew ring a bell?"

"Leave her alone Janine!" Greg screamed through the pain. He did not want Sara feeling the pain of the past, and he knew this was a sensitive spot for her. How the hell had she known? "Stop this!"

But Janine ignored him. Sara took all her attention. "I didn't know he was engaged until the end. And how did you know about that?"

"I know a lot of things. I overheard Greg and you speak at Frank's for a very long time." Greg was bewildered. How long had he been around this psycho? "But know this. You better hope you find him on your own skills as a CSI. We're through with this conversation. By tomorrow, Greg will be my lover, and he will have forgotten his love for Sara Sidle."

"No! Janine no! Greg, Greg I lo-"

Greg struggled against his restrains once more. "Damn it, woman! I'll never love anyone but Sara. So why can't you just stop this and accept it?"

"I can't give you up!" Janine said, fighting back tears. "You…you are so amazing." She started to crawl all over him, making him feel dirty as he tried in vain to escape. "Your skin, your hair, those deep eyes, filled with fear and contempt, the scars, the bleeding wounds that you withstood better than all of the other men I've had combined." She was now lying on him, almost in the horizontal position of where they first met, their chests and thighs lying together and her face only inches from his. "I want to eat you, and love you, and make you suffer for the rest of your life." Her voice was now a slow, seductive timbre that made Greg shiver, not in ecstasy, but fear. Then her lips connected with his, and he squirmed even more to break it.

However, with only a slight passing of her tongue over his lips, she leaned back. "Mmm…you even taste good, despite the dirt. Look at yourself." She went to the side once again, and placed a mirror in his face. Greg looked at the face of a stranger staring back at him, one with no pride, no fun, no life, whose eyes were drooping with fatigue and whose face was contorted in apprehension and pain. His face was covered in dirt. "I must have been completely buried. Someone dug me out."

"What have you done to me?" Greg asked her truthfully, scaring himself with his reflection as she lowered the mirror once more, placing it in its respective place. "I look so different."

"It is to be expected. You have to stop stressing yourself. Make yourself comfortable, since you'll be here for a while." Janine resumed her position on the bed; looming ominously over him, whip in hand. "Now, back to what we were doing before."

She brought her arm down once more, sending the hard leather belt lashing into his skin, making him gasp. Again, and again, and again, she would bring it whipping through the air to meet his already stinging skin. For almost an hour, she relentlessly punished him with the hard painful leather.

Greg, at first, bawled from the sheer pain of the switch, his voice echoing in the huge room. He cried for her to stop, and nearly fainted when he saw the first trickle of blood appear at a gash in his chest. The first of many places where his life fluid would pour from his body. Only one thing kept him from giving up completely. Sara's words. She was there for him, along with his mother and foster CSI family, she needed him, and he wasn't going to let her down.

His screams, slowly but surely, turned to rasped talking and then to hoarse whispers. Nonetheless, anyone who heard them would get shivers, hearing the undertones of a suffering man. And at the end, the only real noise was Janine's laughing and her constant taunts.

"Sara did this to you." Janine kept repeating this to Greg as she whipped him incessantly, not stopping. She repeated it again and again, and it took all of Greg's strength-more strength than he even knew he possessed-to resist its evil implications.

And, after the torture was over, Janine dismounted the bed. She walked over to the side of the man, broken and bleeding that lay restrained on her bed. Greg was a mess. His chest was not discernable through the smeared blood and hairline slashes and his forehead was beaded with sweat from the exertion of keeping awake. He had endured a lot, much more than any man at his age, one who was as sincere and caring as him, should have to go through. His arms lay limp at his sides, his muscles burned exhausted from hauling on his thick linen shackles, and his eyes were closed.

He wasn't asleep though. His groans told Janine that.

Greg wasn't acutely aware of very much however, as he was barely wavering on the line of awake and asleep. His vision swam, clouded like a murky pothole, and he fought to just say what was on his mind to Janine.

"I'm impressed." Janine said, seeing Greg's eyes flit back and forth underneath his thin eyelid. "I would have thought you long gone. You really are a one in a million."

Greg, through his now shallow breathing, could only gruffly croak. "How unlucky are my odds then?"

Janine sat down near his face, dipping a finger deep into one of the larger cuts like it was icing on a cake, making him gasp and whimper. She took up her finger, long nail dripping with blood, and she licked it. Greg opened his eyes to slits and, seeing that sight, whimpered again. "Why?"

"It turns me on. You have no idea how much will power it's taking me to resist making love to you now, but I have to wait. You need to make yourself more presentable."

Greg barked a sarcastic laugh. He opened his eyes further, just to look at her face. "I love Sara. I hate you, Janine, and you'll burn in hell, you sick little sl…"

But before he finished, Janine took a fist and solidly punched him in the jaw, successfully silencing him and sending him spiralling into unconsciousness. "Oh Greg, you'll learn with time. Get some rest. You'll need it for later." She almost sounded happy and excited.

It petrified Greg, and as he slid into nothingness, he forced his mind to think of Sara, and his reason for living through this demeaning, scarring experience. All he could do to console himself was to believe that Sara would find him, and save him.

Sara felt like drowning the world in her tears as she heard the click on the other end of her phone, Greg's shrieks bouncing inside her. But she had no tears left, only the bittersweet aftertaste in her mouth of hearing his words. He loved her, and she hadn't been able to tell him the same.

This was all so frustrating! None of their efforts seemed to be working. They weren't able to learn anything specifically important from the phone calls, or even speaking in Norwegian to obfuscate what they were saying. It seemed hopeless. Hopelessness and despair; the thoughts anyone would have thought in this situation, but only passed across Sara's mind fleetingly. She refused to believe that this was how it was supposed to end. She needed to find Greg. No matter what. He deserved more than this.

Her decision was made then and there. Even if she had to put herself in danger, she would find him alive. Lily's words came to her head, a motivation if she ever heard one.

"Finding…through search and effort."

"Lily, Greg needs help fast so need to go. Please stay here."

"I want to help!" Lily begged, knowing she was going to be left out and left to feel helpless. "Isn't there any way I can help?"

Sara sympathized with Lily. When they were left with nothing at the beginning of the search, she felt helpless also, but Lily wasn't a CSI, and she may put herself in jeopardy. "Lily, Greg needs us to find him, and we're trained for this. You can pray for him. Greg needs all the prayers he can get if he's to be found alive. Can you do that?"

Lily still looked on with slight scepticism, but she nodded resolutely. "Of course. Sara, but, your phone call, shouldn't you alert the rest of the team?"

Sara was already off the hall however, marching towards the trace lab.

Lily looked at her, the woman who was pouring her heart and soul into the investigation of her son's kidnapping. She knew love when she saw it, and she knew that Sara would not give up yet. "Bring my boy home safely, Sara Sidle."

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Now, I know, I'm evil, and yes, there's a different language. And I know, I'm a Canadian from a province that has it's own problems with speaking proper English (have you ever had a conversation with a rugged outport Newfie? Our accents are horrible, and we speak terribly fast, and it goes to our writing skills.). So, I had a translator! Everyone, applause for the writer Kegal, my wonderful translator who helped me with the Norwegian! This time I didn't use a cruddy online translator that gives me the wrong words! Claps, whistles of gratitude

Now, that being said, I may have copied and pasted wrong, so anything done wrong is my fault;) So blame me. Enjoy!