Poor Greg! Can't believe I keep making him go through these awful ordeals! ;) Let's just hope he'll get out of there alive!

Nick was sitting in the trace lab, nervously tapping his feet. He waited for some evidence to be processed but, more importantly, waited for Greg to come back.

"Could you stop that?" Hodges said annoyed.

"What?"

"Your feet. It makes me nervous."

"Sorry. I'm just waiting for Greg to come back. He said he'd be out for only half an hour..."

"How long ago did he say that?"

"...35 minutes."

Hodges gave Nick a look. "You got to be kidding me."

"What? There's a pervert out there, probably looking for him. Why am I the only one worried about this?" Nick rolled his eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe because you're the only pessimist around here?"

"It's not pessimistic to be cautious." Nick got a call. "Stokes."

Meanwhile, Hodges printed out the results for Nick's evidence. "Hair dye, just what I thought..." He wanted to hand Nick the sheet, but Nick hopped off his seat and quickly ran out of the lab.

"Where is he?" Nick ran up to Russell and Brass, sitting in the hospital waiting room.

"In the OR. He's in critical condition, but the doctors are optimistic..." Brass replied with a concerned look on his face.

"What happened?"

"He got shot."

"Him too?" Nick asked confused.

"What do you mean?" Russell asked with raised eyebrows.

"I thought Spencer got shot."

Brass nodded. "He was."

"...And what about Greg?"

"What about him?"

"He was with Spencer, wasn't he?"

"Not that we know of," Russell replied, confused as well. "Have you tried calling him?" At the same moment, Russell's phone rang.

"No, when I received your call I assumed he..." Nick got interrupted by Russell signing with his hand, telling him to be quiet.

He hung up his phone. "Apparently, several witnesses saw a man kidnapping someone when Spencer got shot... The description fits Greg."

Nick sat down next to Brass shocked. "He's got him..."

"We don't know that yet, Nick. We don't know who kidnapped him," Russell tried to comfort his colleague, although he knew as well that Greg was probably with Novak right now.

When Greg woke up, he was confused, had a headache and felt nauseas. He couldn't recollect what just happened, but slowly understood what was going on as he noticed his hands being tied around a table. He was in this dark, creepy room with nothing in it but a couch and the table he was tied to. He tried to lift the table to slip his shaking hands out of it, but it was a massive table, weighing too much for one person to lift. Still, in his desperation he tried several times, but failed and eventually gave up. He realized there was no way for him to succeed.

"You're up already? It'll be another few hours," someone, sitting on the couch next to Greg, said.

Greg had no idea what the man was talking about, neither who he was. He expected Neil Novak to be here right now. "...What?"

The man handed Greg a bottle of water. "Drink that."

Greg suspected this bottle of water to be spiked with some drugs. Despite being really thirsty, he declined.

"Come on, drink it. I gave you a hell of a dose of the drugs, I don't think it's too healthy to add dehydration to the list." The man spoke in a thick texan accent.

"What kind of drugs?" Greg asked.

"Like you don't already know. You know this ain't the first time."

Greg nodded. "...Who are you?"

The man crossed his legs. "I'm a friend of Neil's. He asked me to bring you here."

Greg sighed deeply and desperate. He had so many questions, he didn't even know where to start. "Where is he?" he asked with a cracked voice.

"Running a little late."

"Were you the one drugging me in my apartment?"

The man grinned a little. "It's nothing personal, alright? Neil asked me to mess with you a little, that's all I did."

Greg had forgotten about what he concluded shortly before Spencer got shot, thanks to the roofies. He figured that whoever drugged them knew about their difficult relationship. Would he still remember, he'd ask the texan about it. "But how? ...And why?"

"How? Well, you shouldn't trust everybody just because you work with them."

"What? I... I don't understand..."

"Doesn't matter. And why? Well, Neil thought it would be fun. And it was." He laughed. "Now drink. It's just water, I swear."

Greg looked warily at the man, but figured it wouldn't matter anymore, anyway. He sipped from the bottle. "You get money from Novak, don't you?"

The man laughed again. "My work ain't free."

"...How much?"

"You can't just buy your own freedom. It's not just the money, he's a friend."

"Yeah right..." Greg tried to hold back the tears as hard as he could. He was frustrated, desperate and angry. "You know what he's gonna do to me, right?"

"That ain't my business. Who am I to judge, huh? Now drink up and relax. He'll be here in a few hours." The man walked out, leaving Greg alone again.

Nick was nervously walking up and down in Spencer's hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. When he finally he opened his eyes Nick didn't waste any time asking him if he was alright. "Spencer, where is Greg?"

"Easy," Russell said, leaning against the wall of Spencer's room. "He just woke up from surgery, Nick."

Spencer looked around. "I'm at the hospital...?"

Russell walked up to Spencer's bed. "You've been shot, but you're gonna be fine. How do you feel?"

Nick rolled his eyes nervously. He didn't feel like they had any time for small talk.

"I feel good..." Spencer was pumped up with painkillers.

"You were with Greg when you got shot, remember? Where is he?" Nick asked impatiently.

Spencer sighed, trying hard to remember. The drugs clouded his memory a bit. "He uh... He told me about the night I woke up in his bed... That we were drugged that night..."

Russell looked a bit confused to Nick. He heard this story for the first time. Greg didn't want to tell him back then in order to keep Spencer from getting into any trouble. He meant to tell Russell about it later, though.

"He apologized for accus..." Spencer got interrupted by Nick.

"Yeah yeah I know, come to the important part! Where's Greg?"

"I don't know, Nick... I just remember hearing a loud bang and feeling pain in my shoulder... I collapsed and... That's all I remember. I'm sorry..."

"That's okay." Russell gave him a comforting smile while Nick stormed out of the room angrily. "You get well soon." Russell followed him.

Russell walked up to Nick and gently patted his shoulder.

"He's the only person we thought could tell us what happened and he doesn't remember!" Nick said outraged.

"It's not that he doesn't remember, Nick. He said he collapsed, he was unconscious."

"I know, I just... I put so much hope in it. I thought he would tell us what happened and we could help Greg..." Nick gave Russell a heartbreaking look.

"Let's not give up hope. He's only gone for a few hours. We'll find him, alright? Now come on, let's see if Sara and Hodges found anything."

Nick hesitated to come with Russell. He stood there in front of Spencer's hospital room, his cell phone in his hand and with a weird look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"This is all my fault."

Russell hastily shook his head. "Don't do this to yourself. This is nobody's fault but Novak's."

"No, it is my fault. All this time I've been wondering how they got into Greg's apartment. I think now I know." He showed Russell his phone.

" 'Didn't find it.' What does that mean?"

Nick sighed as he leaned against the wall. "I asked Henry to go to my place and see if Greg's spare key is still there. It's not."

"Nick, I... I don't understand."

"I'm not sure how, but they somehow got into my apartment first, only to get his keys."

"...You're sure? How?"

Nick shrug his shoulder. "Cable guy, electrician, anyone I let in my home the past few weeks... Or months, maybe. It's my fault. I made this possible."