Wow! I got two out in one week. Both were pretty long too. I'm pretty proud of myself! Lol, anyways, this one is a bit more interesting and I think you all will like it more that the last one because.. well, just read.

Thanks to everyone who commented! I really appreciate it!

Also, read the note at the end... at least th last sentence cuz you may want to participate in it. And anonymous people can comment too so.. yeah.

Enjoy

The cameras in the hallway had come up with nothing. First of all, there was something wrong with the lens and it only showed half of what it was supposed to. Then, as Sara mentioned before, there were so many people in the hall that when they did get a glimpse of Greg, no one stuck out. Grissom had figured they wouldn't get anything out of them anyway, but wanted to rule out everything. He still thought whatever had happened, happened in the parking lot, and since the cameras outside were completely broken, they had no chance.

Grissom shook his head in disgust at the thought of a crime lab not having fully functional cameras. Either way, they still needed information so Grissom went on to his next plan, which involved the rest of the team.

He turned back to Sara and Catherine, who were looking sick with worry and gave them there orders, in a firm, steady voice.

"This is an investigation and I know it will be hard, but we cannot damage it with our own personal emotions. Now Sara, I want you to get Warrick and Nick in here, tell them what's going on," Sara nodded then left. Grissom turned to Catherine. "Catherine, we are going to see if there is anything at all in the parking lot that can help," Grissom sighed. "As of now, that's all we can do. I don't want to leave the building because the kidnapper says he will be in touch with us."

Catherine nodded slowly and then followed Grissom out of the lab.

He was happily on his couch and had been that way for a good part of the day. He lounged and watched some MASH re-runs, laughing at the good, simple comedy that tv once provided. He laid there, eating his cereal and enjoying the relaxation. Just as Hawkeye Trapper were about to play a joke on Frank, the phone rang.

Nick got off his couch, and walked over to the kitchen where the nearest phone was.

"Hello?"

Nick rolled his eyes as another recording started to play, offering him a free cruise if he pressed number 3. He hung up the phone, and put up his cereal bowl. He took a quick glance at the day's newspaper, which he surprisingly still got, and looked only at the front page which featured an article on some rapist/murderer dying in prison. Being from the strict state of Texas, part of him thought 'about time'.

He was heading out of the kitchen, this time for a shower, when the phone rang again. He stopped, and returned to it, figuring it was just another recording.

"Hello?"

"Nick? Hey, its Sara."

He was surprised that Sara was calling him, but was even more surprised, or rather worried, at her tone of voice.

"Hey Sara, what's up?"

There was a short silence, making Nick worry a little more.

"Well.. We think that.. Greg.."

Nick's heart quickened knowing that something bad was about to follow.

"He's been kidnapped, Nick," she finally got out, apparently on the verge of tears.

Nick, on the other hand, stood in quiet disbelief. His mind raced with the words, not wanting to accept it. Thoughts of his own kidnapping filtered it's way into his brain, which made him sick. Not at him being in that situation, but knowing that Greg was going to be possibly in a similar situation. He knew that even f Greg wasn't buried alive, the kidnapper could be capable of something just as bad, if not worse.

"Nick? Look, it apparently happened not too long ago and Grissom wants the entire team here to help out with it," Sara's desperate words threw Nick from his stream of thoughts and immediately pulled himself together as well as he could.

"I'll be there in a minute."

Nick threw the phone at the receiver, not caring if it was hung up or not, then practically ran to his room to throw on some clothes. He did all of this without thinking about what he was doing, his mind solely on Greg. His young friend that he had known for over 7 years. The same one that he had watched grow from an immature lab rat to a much more mature CSI. And the thing that Nick respected most about Greg, was that he never completely lost his sense of humor, though it had eased away some. Nick knew it was because of the change Greg experienced from the lab to the field, because lately, he had seen some of Greg's humor slipping back into Greg.

Nick mentally kicked himself, wondering why he wasn't there when this happened? Maybe if he was there, Greg might still be safe.

Once all of his clothes were on, he raced out of the door and to his car. He was now on his way back the lab, where he knew he would not be greeted with Greg's smiling hyperactive face.

He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but when he woke up, things were much different. The most noticeable being light. There were a total of two lamps now showering the room with light, making t possible to actually see what all was in his room.

As he scanned the room with tired eyes, he began to wonder if it would have been better to leave the lights off. The room looked nothing short of a torture chamber. There were at least four different sets of handcuffs throughout the room, some more horrifying then others because of their locations. Greg looked helplessly up at one particular pair that was hanging from the ceiling and whoever was occupying those handcuffs would also be hanging from the ceiling. Then there was a full body set on one wall, complete with bounds for the wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, all of them plastered to the wall, forcing the occupier to stand. Lastly, there was a table near the corner of the room, which also had bounds. Greg didn't even want to think about this one, for he knew that some terrible things could happen here, and what scared him most was the thought that if he was on this table, he would be on the vulnerable position of lying on his back.

Other than the bounds, he noticed knifes and sword looking objects and chairs that had ropes ready at the side to tie down whoever sat in the chair.

There were other things across the room, like hammers and nails, and bottles and needles, all of which made Greg's stomach ache.

But the thing that sickened him the most were the cameras located in various parts of the room, giving a complete view of every inch of the room. He knew that those were either for his kidnappers to watch him, or to send to the lab, or possibly both.

Greg threw his head back and went to rub his face with his hands, but couldn't. It was then he noticed that he was also in bounds, and sitting up.

Instead, he just closed his eyes, secretly wishing it was all a dream and in a moment, he would wake up in his own room. Or even wake up on the couch in the layout room. That would actually be better.

But when he opened his eyes, he was only greeted with the same terrifying room.

He sat alone in silence, thinking about everything, and nothing. About a recent case, about his family and friends, about surfing and hiking, about who answered the phone the previous night. His thoughts meandered through so many different thoughts, that Greg didn't even try to focus on one thing.

Greg was thrown from his thoughts when he heard the locks on the other side of the door being clicked open he guessed, and then saw the door swing open. Emerging from the doorway was Don, closely followed by another man, who Greg guessed was Ben, the other man Don had been talking to on the phone the night before.

They moved slowly through the room, sporting evil smirks and never taking their eyes off Greg. But he didn't want to look at them. He let his eyes fall to his feet stretched out in front of him.

"To afraid to even look at us, huh Greggy?" Greg recognized the voice as Don's.

He didn't respond, just kept looking at his feet. Don then came directly in front of Greg's bounded feet and squatted so that he was eye level with Greg.

"That's very sad, Gregory. Look at me." He said firmly.

But Greg didn't want to. He knew exactly what was coming, but didn't really care at the moment.

As expected, he was hit. This time was a punch to the stomach, sending the air from Greg's lungs.

He scrunched up his face in pain and tried to recover his breath before he heard Don repeat his command. Greg was actually considering looking up this time, but apparently didn't do it fast enough as a hand came out of no where and latched around his neck, slamming his head against the wall.

Greg gasped for air that his lungs were begging for. His eyes were now locked with Don's who said with gritted teeth "You'll do whatever the hell I tell you to do."

He left his tight grip on Greg's neck for too long. Greg knew it wouldn't be long now before his body gave up. Blackness began to fill his vision and Greg was sure that this was it. Suddenly, the hand was removed and the needed air refilled his lungs within his raspy gasps. He sat there coughing and gasping for air, temporarily forgetting about his kidnappers.

When he had pulled himself together enough to think reasonably clearer, he looked up at them. He saw Don, who looked fierce, and Ben who Greg thought he could see worry on the younger man's face. Ben had to be about Greg's age but was much wider and muscular. Still, his face held some worry as he kept his eyes on Greg.

Don, who was now standing beside Ben, reached down and grabbed the camera that was hanging from his neck. He pointed it at Greg, who immediately remembered what he was thinking about in the car the other night. He gathered as much strength as possible to look as normal as he could. Or, at least, he didn't portray the pain he was feeling as the picture was taken. He knew that whoever got the picture would probably see the strangulation marks on his neck, but all the other injuries he had received from Don were not visible, so it wouldn't look too bad in the picture. The thought made Greg feel a little better.

Don took the camera away from his eye, and looked at Greg suspiciously, but didn't say anything about it.

"Alright Greg. As I'm sure you have guessed already, I am trying to get something from your CSI friends. And I'm also sure that you've seen at least one kidnapping case similar to this before, possibly from that other CSI who was kidnapped a year or two back, where I will be sending them pictures and videos of how you are doing." He moved to Greg's side and again squatted. "Hopefully, it won't go too far, but I'm willing." He smiled a sick smile and ruffled Greg's hair.

"And he," he stood up and walked over to Ben, "is also going to be helping me out here."

Don came back to Greg. But this time sat beside him, back against the wall.

"Right now, I think I might call your CSI friends and let them know what's going on. I think that would be the polite thing to do, as I'm sure they are squirming with worry."

Don pulled out a very cheap looking cell phone that Greg knew was one of those disposable phones that could not be traced. Greg hung his head knowing that that possibility was now blown out of the water. But this opened new doors. Now, Don didn't have to rush his conversation. He looked back over at Don who already the phone to his ear. Greg's stomach tightened in fear, hoping that his friends didn't have to hear anything bad.

"Aw hello, Mr. Grissom? Great. Its very nice to speak with again." He paused, then laughed. "Yes, yes. Gregory is right here beside me actually… Well, of course you can speak with him," Don said politely. "But of course I am going to want something in return for all this," Don paused and his tone and expression changed drastically. "Is that so? Well I'm sure you will regret that decision with time." Greg knew what was coming. Don stood up, grabbed something from on top of the table, which was a bat, and walked back over to Greg. All the while holding the phone.

Don lifted the bat above his head, then brought it down hard and fast, it colliding with Greg's shoulder. But Greg was ready for it, and was able to suppress the cry of pain that threatened to escape. Through his tightly clenched eyes, Greg heard Don talking.

"Oh Gregory, how very noble of you not wanting your friends to hear your pain. But unfortunately, I want them to hear it." Don walked away with the bat, and came back with a knife.

"Let's see if you can handle this one."

Don lowered himself to Greg's level and took the knife and cut Greg's shirt and ripped it off.

"Wow, you have some pretty nasty bruises here," Don retorted loudly with proud in his voice.He then motioned for Ben to come and hold the phone close to Greg.

Don brought the knife to Greg's skin and pressed hard enough to break skin. Greg didn't so much as make a sound.

"Not enough? Alright then."

Instead of pushing the knife in deeper, as Greg thought would happen, the knife began to slide across his chest, leaving a path of blood in it's wake. As it went on, Greg could feel Don pushing it in deeper and deeper. It hurt so bad. Greg tried so very hard not to make a sound, but when Don etched the knife over his lower stomach, then pressed much too deep, Greg finally cried out in pain.

He mentally slapped himself for not being strong enough.

"Aw there we go. I wasn't expecting to get this far so early in the game. Oh well." He brought the phone back up to his ear.

"Thinking about reconsidering? Well if you still aren't sure, I'm going to give you some more time. But we'll stay in touch. And you may even get to see dear Gregory. Goodbye Mr. Grissom."

Don threw the phone aside and Greg felt himself relax a little, but the pain that was pulsating through his body, especially in his stomach, kept him focused on the pain. He was so out of it, that he didn't notice the camera pointed at him, recording him fighting the pain.

Back at the lab, five CSI's silently cried or felt like crying after the disgusting phone call they had just received.

Ok, so i don't know how many of you have seen MASH, but I love it. Anyways, it wasn't filled with action, but it's getting there. You can start seeing how Don and Ben are and can guess how things may go. Besides, I think that making a whole bunch of really bad things happen so early in the story isn't a good idea because I think in the long run it will be best to build up to the major stuff. Cuz if you hurt him too bad early on, then you have to get him out soon before he dies, and that can make for a rushed story. So, I'm doing the best I can. Also, as you know, I'm considering bringing in another CSI. Havn't decided yet, but I figure if you guys have someone you want to come in with him, just mention it if you comment. That doesn't mean that I will add whichever CSI gets the most votes, but it will help knowing who the readers want. And if you want no one to be added, say so. Anyways, thanks for reading.