Off we go to another chapter! What's gonna happen to Greg? :)

"You lied..." Greg slurred as the two men were dragging him over a parking lot near the bar. "You said I was gonna..." Before Greg could finish the sentence, the texan slapped him.

"Shut the hell up. I told you not to make a scene." There weren't any people on the street at this hour right now, but still, the texan didn't want to draw any attention on them.

"Hey Aaron, quick! Help us!" the stranger said to another man, sitting in a car.

He got out but didn't help, he just stood there. Greg couldn't even see him, his vision was too blurred.

"Come on, now. Help us get him in the car," the stranger commanded.

The guy he called Aaron and the texan shared a look before Aaron took out a gun and shot the stranger. Greg dropped to the ground as the stranger dropped down as well. Propping himself up a bit, he stared at the dying man. He hastily crawled a few feet away from him, still staring and shaking out of fear. His stare slowly wandered around the three men.

"This is for Drew, scumbag," the texan said very coldly.

"Again?" Aaron asked.

"No, I think he's done. That's it." The texan turned his head to look at Greg. He walked over to him and bended down to face him. "If your friends manage to keep Neil in jail, I think it's over." He patted Greg on the shoulder. "Sorry 'bout your face. No hard feelings, alright?" Him and Aaron got into the car and drove off. Greg tried to get up and call for help, but he failed. He got dizzy and finally fell asleep.

Greg awoke the following morning by the rays of sunshine lighting up his face. The sun was shining through the window in his hospital bed. He looked around confused and surprised – he had absolutely no recollection about how he ended up in here, he was just glad he did. He slowly sat up. His head was throbbing from the night, but he still managed to get out of his bed and walk out of the room. It was just a few minutes before 7 a.m. and the hospital was already quite busy. The personell started serving breakfast to the patients. Greg didn't feel like eating now, though. He was sick from all the alcohol he consumed and would've liked to sleep for another few hours, but had to take care of something first. "Excuse me," he said to the nurse at the reception. "I-I... don't know how I got here. Have my friends been informed?"

"Let me check in a minute..." she replied, doing some paperwork first. As he waited, he spotted Nick and Russell entering the hospital. He walked towards them as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at the moment.

"Greg!" Nick exclaimed joyful, walking up faster, too, and hugging his friend. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in your room?"

Russell hugged him, as well. "Good to see you up and awake."

They walked Greg back to bed and started explaining what happened last night. "You were already gone when we figured out where to look for you. But the people in there told us about the shot they heard, so we went to check it out. You were lying there next to that guy..."

Greg nodded thoughtful.

"But... that's all we know. You'll have to fill in the blanks," Nick said with a smile on his face.

"Well, I..." Greg thought carefully before going on. "I don't really remember anything after I left the basement. I'm sorry."

"Did he drug you again?" Russell asked concerned.

"I guess so."

"We know you need your rest, but we'd like to show you a picture if that's okay with you?"

Greg hesitated at first, but then nodded.

Russell pulled out a picture of Paul Sorkins. He was the dead guy. "Is this the guy who captured you?"

"My memory's pretty messed up at the moment, but... I think that's him," Greg replied.

"Alright then... Get some rest and get better. We're going to talk to your doctor, but we'll come by later."

Greg smiled at them. "Oh, wait. Spencer... How is he?"

Nick patted Greg's shoulder. "He's fine. Already out of the hospital."

In the following days, Greg learned that Neil Novak was in a coma. He also learned that a lab intern was the one helping him. He met Grissom and all of them had dinner together. For a few days, Greg's world seemed to be getting back to normal. He processed the last events as good as possible, but still, his friends worried about him. He was acting a little weird, almost too upbeat, considering the circumstances.

"Hey Greggo," Nick said as he walked into the break room. Greg was already back at work, after taking only one week off. He insisted to come back already. "What's up?"

"I'm just going over some paperwork. Russell wants this by the end of the day."

"About your case?"

"Nope. My report for the Novak case," he replied without many emotions. This made Nick rather suspicious.

"So, you're doing alright?"

"Mhm."

"Been to the department's shrink yet?"

"Yeah, on friday."

"That's quick. You needed to get things off your chest quickly, huh?"

"Nah, just wanna get this over with."

Nick gave him a confused look.

Greg leaned back, sighing. "It's not like there's much to talk about, you know. I don't remember it all too well. I was drugged up."

"There must be something you can tell us about Sorkin. Any idea why he did this?"

Greg shrugged his shoulder rather desinterested. "Dunno. Doesn't really matter since he's dead, huh?" he chuckled a bit. Again, he received a rather confused look. "Look, you want me to feel bad about this? Be all depressed and traumatized? I'm sorry, I'm not. It was horrible but I survived it. Novak's in a coma, he won't be able to hurt anyone anytime soon and... The person who captured me is dead."

"Well, we still don't know where his accomplices are."

"...Accomplices?" Now, Greg was showing a lot of emotion. He was shocked, almost scared. "What are you talking about?"

To protect Greg, they didn't talk too much about the case and left out any details he didn't ask for. "Oh, right, you don't know. We're sure he had at least one accomplice. The room you were in was observed by a camera, we found the recordings on Sorkins computer."

"...You found the recordings?" Greg's face was getting pale.

"...Are you alright? Do you need to lie down or...?"

"No." He shook his head. "What are you talking about? Why am I only hearing about this now?"

"We didn't want to upset you with every perverted detail. I'm sorry. He filmed you the whole time..."

Greg was getting very nervous. "So... you saw his face on tape?"

"No, it's a very bad solution and filmed from far away, we can't really make out any faces. It's without audio, it's a really crappy webcam."

He was calming down a bit.

"...That's your first question? Aren't you interested in what you're doing on that tape?"

Of course not. He already knew. "Sure... What am I doing on there? ...Anything bad...?"

Nick shook his head. "He didn't touch you, if that's what you're wondering."

Greg didn't seem too interested in Nick's answer since he already knew. There were other things he worried about. "Are you sure about the accomplices? Maybe he just wanted to tape it for himself or Novak..."

Nick gently patted Greg's back. "Don't worry about it. We'll find them and they'll be brought to justice. They won't get a chance to hurt you."

That really wasn't Greg's concern. What he was concerned about was that he was straight out lying when he told Russell and Nick that Paul Sorkin was the one capturing him. His memory was perfectly fine about the whole ordeal, he just didn't want them to know what really happened. "I wouldn't waste my time and resources chasing after some guys that might not even exist."

"Yeah but we still don't know how Sorkin died."

"It was probably me."

"The GSR on your hand could be from days ago when you fired your gun. You were drunk and drugged, I don't think you could've even fired a gun."

"Don't try to take the guilt off my shoulders. I'm fine with it. He was a scumbag." Of course, Greg would have problems dealing with killing anyone. But he knew it wasn't him. "I'm fine, alright? Don't worry about me." He walked out with a smile on his face, causing Nick to wonder even more if his friend was alright.