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Sara was walking up and down the hospital waiting room nervously. When she heard footsteps approaching her, she turned around. For a second, the frown on her face disappeared and she smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I called the lab and they told me you were here." Grissom walked up to her and hugged her. "How is he?"

"He's in a coma..." It was hard for her to conceal the bitterness in her words. When she saw Grissom's shocked look, she realized what she'd done. "No! No, not Nick! Neil Novak, the lunatic who was after Greg. Nick's fine, he was wearing a bullet proof vest."

"Thank god..." Grissom sighed relieved.

"It's just, we relied on Novak telling us where Greg is. With him in a coma, there's not much left we can do..."

Nick walked up to them. "Grissom?" he said with a big smile on his face as he hugged him.

"Hey Nicky. I'm glad you're okay."

They had a lot of catching up to do, but had to concentrate on finding Greg first. "Any word from Colfer yet?"

Sara shook her head. "Brass' trying, but he's not talking. He just keeps on repeating how sorry he is."

"Any way I can help?" Grissom asked, worrying about Greg as much as they all did.

The texan was sitting on the ground again. He had his gun in his hand and kept staring at it.

"I don't deserve this... Please, just let me go." Greg tried to convince the texan that it would be best for the both of them to just release him.

"Stupid police. Stupid, stupid police!" he cursed. "This all could be over by now!"

Nick took Grissom to Novak's prison cell. Together, they were trying to find anything helping them find Greg. Grissom knew a lot about the case, Sara filled him in. Still, he was shocked when he saw the cell. "That's pictures of crime scenes."

Nick nodded. "Whoever's been stalking Greg was taking these pictures." He sighed as he looked at pictures from Greg's high school days. They had been taken from his home.

"He's not exactly a fan of yours, isn't he?" Grissom pointed at pictures with Nick. Holes had been poked in them.

"Yeah well that's mutual. We'll have to check out his visitor's log and find out who sent him these photos."

After hours of starvation, the texan finally gave Greg something to eat. Despite being hungry as hell, he couldn't eat much. The fear of what was going to happen now was too big.

"Why aren't you eating up?" the texan asked rather surprised. When Greg didn't answer, he went on, "What, you think I'd waste this meal on you if I'd plan to kill you?"

"...Then what am I still doing here?"

"I still need you."

"So, what have we got?" Russell, Sara, Brass, Grissom and Nick were meeting in Russell's office.

"No luck at the mail Novak received. He's only allowed to keep mail with a sender on it, but nobody checks if the name and address is legit. And in our case, it's not," Sara explained. "We're checking the handwriting to see if it matches Martin Colfer's.

Nick sighed. "What about his visitors?"

She shook her head. "He didn't have any."

"None at all?"

"Suspicious, I know."

"He's smart. He doesn't want to lead us to his henchmen." Nick rubbed his head frustrated.

Brass' phone rang. He walked out to take the call and came back a few moments later. "This is big!"

The big thing Brass was talking about was what Novak's doctors found. It was a little piece of paper he had in his pocket. It fell out while he was being prepped for an emergency surgery and they only discovered it now. It had an address written on it and they decided to check it out. Brass, Russell and Nick went, supported by some uniforms. They were confident this hint might lead them closer to Greg, but they had no idea how close they actually were.

When they knocked on the door, it opened. The place was empty. It didn't take them long to discover the room in the basement where Greg has been kept in. But Greg was already gone. All that was left was the laptop he kicked earlier and some blood drops.

"What do you think?" Brass asked as Russell was looking at the blood drops, taking some samples.

"Well, assuming it's Greg's blood, it's a good sign. It's not a lot, if this is his only injury he might be still alive."

"Come on, man, try harder!" Nick commanded Archie, who was trying to get the laptop working.

"I'm doing my best, Nick, I don't need the extra pressure." After a while, he said, "Got it! Okay, let's see..." He clicked through some files and quickly found the video. His heart seemed to stop beating for a second when he saw Novak talking about Greg.

They all stood there in silence, watching Novak. He got quite explicit about what he wanted to do with Greg. Everybody knew he wasn't able to do that anymore, but still - they were shocked. Hearing what Novak had to say was horrifying. They couldn't bare the thought of what Greg felt like while watching this. It gave them goosebumps. When they reached the end of the video, they all stood there in silence for a moment. They had to digest what they just saw.

"...Alright..." Russell finally broke the silence. "Archie, get the computer back to the lab. Find out about the owner as much as you can. Nick, you and me are going outside, see if there's any trail of where they might be going."

Greg got out of the texan's car, looking confused at the bar they stopped at. His knees were a little shaky, he was scared and exhausted. His face was a little messed up. After asking the wrong questions, the texan let his anger out on him. He made sure to cover Greg's face with a cap, though, trying not to draw any attention on them.

"You thirsty?" the texan asked as they walked inside. He whispered to Greg as they sat down in a booth, "Make a scene and you won't be the only dead guy in this place, you got that?" Greg nodded fearfully. He didn't really think about trying anything, anyway. "And keep your head down, we don't want anyone to see your face." Before the texan ordered a few drinks and some food, he untied Greg's hands. He didn't seem to care if Greg ate anything, but almost forced the drinks down his throat. "Come on, drink up."

"What are we doing here?" Greg didn't fight back, he drank all three drinks he got served. He figured it would be easier dealing with whatever might happen when he was drunk.

"I just need some courage to be able to go through with my plan..."