Whoa! Got this one out pretty early! Yay for me! Or actually, yay for ya'll because the comments make me want to write more because I know that there are actually people wanting the next one out. Don't get me wrong, I know that ones that don't comment probably want an update soon, but when you ask for an update soon, it pressures me to get one out. Which is a good thing for ya'll. But either way I'll continue to update, as long as people read it, I'm happy.

Anyways.. Here it is. It's long, but I'll warn you ahead of time, may be some errors and its unfortunately not very action-packed. But I had to get this one out before getting to the good stuff. I was actually planning on getting to the good stuff in this one, but it ended up being too long, oddly enough. Well, now I'm blabbering. Go read!! Enjoy!

Grissom had first thought that he had gotten the wrong phone number when he heard a deep harsh voice, knowing it was not Greg's but decided to make sure.

"Hello," the voice on the other end barked.

Grissom hesitated for a moment, momentarily confused.

"Hello," Grissom answered, "Who's this?"

"None of your business. Who are you?"

Grissom was slightly taken aback by the rudeness, and wanted to hang up or tell the man of, but because it was against his nature, and because he wanted to see if he had the wrong number, or worse, had the right one, he continued talking to the man as politely as possible.

"I must have the wrong phone number, I'm Gil Grissom from the Crime Lab and I was trying to reach Greg Sanders."

He heard the man chuckle on the other line, sending a quick cold chill down his spine, but it left quickly as he reasoned with himself.

"The Crime Lab, eh? Nope, you have the right number."

Grissom didn't know what to think at first, but he was sure he could hear a sense of pride and taunting in the man's response. He finally realized what the man was saying and knew he needed to find out more.

"And where is Greg?" Grissom asked as calmly as he could.

He heard another chilling laugh then, "Well, to be perfectly honest with you he's tied up in the backseat. Now as much as I would love to continue chatting with you, I think it would be in my own best interest to hang up before you track the call. But don't worry, we'll be in contact."

Before Grissom could say anything at all, he heard a click, signifying the man had hung up.

Grissom stood there in his office, shocked. He left the phone to his ear a few moments after the conversation ended, just thinking. After pulling himself together, he thought of the last thing he could think of that would ensure Greg's safety. He went to his recent outgoing calls, just to make sure he didn't get call the wrong number and for some reason the other person decided to play a nasty joke. He checked and rechecked the number, confirming that is was in fact Greg's phone he had just called.

The CSI in Grissom finally made itself present within Grissom and right away Grissom headed the AV Lab to see if there was anyway to track Greg's phone or if nothing else, listen to the tape of the man's voice and see if there was anything they could get from it.

As he entered the lab, he saw Sara and Catherine standing over Archie observing as his fingers flew across the keyboard. They looked up at Grissom who came hurrying in. They watched as he put a cell phone, his cell phone, on the table in front of Archie, who looked up at Grissom confused.

"I need to see if there is any way to track the last outgoing call, and then get the tape of the conversation."

Archie continued to look at Grissom, but it was Catherine who spoke up.

"Grissom, we're running a rape investigation here. Is there anyway this can wait?"

Grissom looked her straight in the face and solemnly said "No, this is top priority."

He turned around and began to walk out, realizing he hadn't told them what was going on. He wondered if it was for the best to keep it quiet for a little longer, but that option was cancelled as he heard his name being yelled by Catherine. He turned around and again looked her in the eyes.

Catherine knew something was up, but if Grissom had the right to interrupt their investigation for his, then she sure as hell had the right to know what was so urgent about it.

"Grissom, what the hell was that?"

Grissom just stared back at her, debating whether or not to break the news to her. Just then, Sara appeared behind Catherine, looking as equally curious but less upset than Catherine.

Grissom knew then it was probably best to let them know as they could help him try to get some information and help with the investigation to get Greg back sooner. He exhaled slowly before answering their questioning looks.

"There's reason to believe that Greg has been kidnapped."

Right away their faces faded into looks of confusion and fear. Sara spoke up immediately.

"Wait, what? Kidnapped?!"

"Quiet, Sara. Now is not the time to announce it. But yes. I tired calling him minutes ago and someone else answered and said that he had Greg."

"Well, are you sure? I mean isn't it possible that.."

Grissom cut Catherine off, "It was definitely his phone and when I asked where Greg was, he said Greg…" he didn't want to give them the exact words he received, "was with him."

Grissom paused for only a moment, allowing the information to be taken in to the women's minds before continuing.

"Now, when was the last time either of you saw him?"

Grissom watched as both of them exchanged looks and then thought about their answer.

Sara spoke up suddenly.

"I saw him. It was.. Only about an hour or two ago. He was walking out of the building I think."

Grissom thought about her statement.

"Well then he should have about had an hour and a half remaining on his shift, why was he leaving?"

Sara and Catherine thought for a minute.

"Oh, he finished his case. Maybe he didn't see a point in hanging around with nothing to do."

This was possible, but it wasn't exactly allowed to leave that early before your shift ended, although many people did it. However, Grissom had always seen Greg help out on other cases if he had nothing else to do, or at least hang around in the layout room before leaving, never did he notice him just take off. Then again, it wasn't that often that anyone had any extra time after a case. But it was still possible.

To help answer this question, Grissom immediately headed for the outside parking lot, closely followed by Catherine and Sara. He scoped the cars for Greg's Denali, and when he saw it sitting over in a corner, he knew that Greg had been taken sometime before he left the lab.

Then he must have been kidnapped in the parking lot, Grissom thought to himself, thinking that if it had happened in the building, someone would have noticed. He turned suddenly to Sara.

"Did you notice anyone with him?" Grissom asked urgently.

"Grissom, it was the main hall. There.. there were a lot of people walking close to others.." Realizing that this answer was not going over so well with Grissom, she added "No one, no one stood out," she finally got out, feeling somewhat useless. She might have been the last one to see him, but couldn't help at all.

Grissom sighed again, but felt much better as he remembered the cameras.

"Well, aren't there cameras in the halls?"

Grissom almost laughed at the thought of him and Catherine thinking the same once again. He nodded and all three of them rushed back inside and headed for the cameras.

It had been at least an hour since the conversation on the cell. Greg replayed it in his mind, trying to guess who it was. He was going over the possibilities of each one calling. There was more than likely Grissom or Nick, a good chance it was Sara, and Catherine and Warrick hardly ever called him at all. Out of the top two possibilities, he hoped it was Grissom. He didn't want Nick to be the first one to find out. Nick had always been Greg's closest friend at the lab, and knowing Nick, he would get very upset. He knew that they all would, but especially Nick because he is a very protective and caring person. Grissom, on the other hand, would probably be the best to hold himself together and get the investigation going, and would therefore give Greg a better chance at making it through all this.

Greg sighed, wishing he could be with his friends.

They had been on a dirt road for a while now and Greg could feel the vehicle slowing down, then making a sharp turn, as if pulling into a driveway. Greg fought the urge to look at where they were, which proved to be a very good decision because once the SUV stopped, he heard Don swing his door open, then immediately opened the backseat door. Greg's stomach tightened, scared of what was about to happen.

Nothing happened for a moment or two, which was making Greg absolutely crazy. He began to wonder if it would have been best to allow the chlorophyll knock him out earlier.

Then suddenly, he felt ice cold water wash over his face. It felt like shock waves being sent through his body. He lifted his head and coughed out some of the water that had went in his nose and mouth.

It was very dark outside, no lights other than the moon and stars. However, he could see the outline of Don, staring down on him.

Don reached into the car, grabbed Greg under the arms and wrenched him out of the car. Greg could do nothing to stop himself from falling, as both his arms and legs were tired. However, he did try and managed to land hard on his left elbow. He immediately felt pain soar through his arm. He was not granted time to catch his breath, instead, he was once again grabbed under his arms and hoisted to his feet. Greg hadn't realized that Don was such a strong man. The thought scared Greg.

Don pushed Greg forward and stuck his gun into Greg's back.

"Walk," he ordered.

Greg hesitated, wondering what he should do. He knew he should listen to the man, but because his feet were tied, it was virtually impossible to walk. So instead, he stood their, debating whether or not to say something about his predicament to Don. But Greg was apparently taking too long.

"What the hell is taking you so long? I said walk!"

Once again, Greg was shoved. Only this time, much hard. Unable to use his feet and arms to maintain balance, he flew forward, his face landing in dirt filling his mouth with it.

"Get up you worthless piece of shit."

Greg spit out the dirt as best he could and decided to say something this time.

"My feet are tied. I, I can't really walk," he said helplessly.

Suddenly, Greg felt Don's foot come in contact with his ribs, once again shooting pain throughout him.

"Did I ask for excuses? No. I told you to walk." He kicked Greg once more.

Greg was in pain, and at a loss. He had no idea what this man was expecting him to accomplish with his hands and feet bounded. But he figured he would at least get back up on his feet.

He slowly brought his arms closer to his chest, propped himself on his elbows, which was very painful after his spill out of the truck, then pushed himself up so that he was on his hands and knees. From there got up as best he could, the whole time, his ribs protested.

He was now standing again, but was back to square one.

He knew the only thing he could do was hop, though that was the last thing he wanted to do. But the gun had found its way back to his back. He heard Don laugh then say coolly:

"Hmm, I guess you may have to find another way to make it your new home."

This was the first time Greg actually noticed his surroundings. Though it was extremely dark, he saw an outline of a rather larger house. It actually wasn't too far from where he was standing.

Greg was reminded that he needed to do something by the gun being pushed further into his back.

He took a deep breath, then began to hop to the door.

He felt ridiculous hopping in front of the man that was kidnapping him. He soon felt the gun ease away from his back, but knew that Don was still close by because Greg could hear him laughing.

Finally, Greg made it to the front door and caught his breath as he waited for Don to open it.

"What? You expect me to open it?"

Greg looked at Don in pure disbelief. There was no way he was going to open a door. Then, to his relief, he saw Don laugh once more.

"You're pathetic."

The words poked at Greg, raising his anger. He felt the gun again be replaced to it's normal spot. Greg half expected he was going to be hopping more until he felt Don's foot collide with his back, once more sending him to the hardwood floors in the house.

Greg laid on his stomach, trying to catch his breath. Soon, Don appeared over him, and roughly rolled Greg onto his back. Don then preceded to grab Greg's bounded hands and pull. Greg's arms screamed in protest, but to no prevail. Greg was literally being dragged through the house.

Luckily, his destination was not far from the front door.

Don relinquished Greg's hands, letting them fall to the floor. Greg remained on his back as Don walked past him and closed a door. Don then came back to Greg. He put both hands in his pockets and each one emerged with a different weapon; his right hand held his gun firmly, the left held a pocket knife. Greg felt the fear grow inside of him.

Greg prepared for the worst, but instead of placing the knife anywhere unwanted, Greg watched Don cut the ropes keeping Greg's legs tied, then moved to his hands. Once he was done, he moved over Greg so that Greg could see his eyes. He held the gun in Greg's face.

"You try anything, I'll shoot you right here," he warned.

Greg felt way too vulnerable lying on his back, so he slowly sat up, doing his best to make no sudden movements.

Don began to move away from Greg, but still had the gun pointed at his head. Greg watched as Don moved to the door, opened it, then left. Greg heard several locks being locked on the other side of the door. When he heard footsteps leading away from the door, Greg could finally breath normally again.

The feeling didn't last long as the pitch black room began to scare him. He was never afraid of the dark, but giving the circumstances, he wanted to be able to see.

From what he could tell, there was only one door, and nothing else. He figured there wouldn't be a window anyway.

Right away Greg began to wonder about food and water, and a blanket as he realized that it was really cold. For lack of anything else to do, Greg got up, and slowly moved around the room, keeping his arms out in front of him at all times. He finally felt a cool, sold surface on his hands, and after feeling around a little more, decided it was in fact a wall. He turned his back to it, and slid down the wall.

He didn't want to explore the room in case there was something in there that could be harmful. Instead, he felt the floor on the sides of him, making sure nothing was there, then lowered himself to the ground.

He realized just how tired he was as he laid on the cold floor. He knew he should probably stay awake, but his body wouldn't allow it. He fought against it, and thought that given tonight's events, he should be too nervous to sleep. But he wasn't. Slowly, his body took control and Greg's eye lids fluttered a few times before finally closing.

Hmm… oddly long for me to be describing so little. Sorry it wasn't real actiony, but the next one will be and it will also explain everything a bit more. I guess every now and then you have chapters like this that are needed, but kind of boring. Well, because I got this one out before the weekend, I think you can expect to have the next one out sometime this weekend, but no promises.. Thanks for reading.