AN: Ok so, this one is pretty short, but oh well. I have to say that I didn't really have the same urgency to post this one as I did with the others, because I got so few comments on the last one. I know, I know. It's wrong to think that way, but I worked the hardest on that last chapter, and it got about half the comments that the previous one got. I'm not blaming any of you though. There are only two possibilities: 1) It wasn't as great as I was thought it was or 2) you guys just didn't feel like commenting. Both are fine because I still got this one out, however short it may be and plan on having the next one out very soon. I want to finish this one soon because Christmas Break is almost over and it will be a lot harder to update so.. You may be getting chapters more frequently this week.

Same 'ol same 'ol: Don't own CSI unfortunately, just Don, Ben and that old lady

Warnings: None I don't think other than it's pretty short.

Ok, happy readings!

Well, he had definitely screwed up big time. After he had blown up at Don, Don had blown right back up at him. Only, Don had a clear advantage and a much more severe temper. Greg had gotten very upset, but he would had never been able to do what Don did to him.

After his yelling match, Greg was temporarily left alone and when Don returned, he was holding the infamous camera which meant only one thing. And every step Don took radiated hate, anger. Greg wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he did know that it was going to be far worse than anything he had been through yet.

In one swift moment, Don had thrown the camera into it's position, turned it on, and was breathing into Greg's face within a matter of seconds. Greg, bring mentally and physically exhausted stayed still, waiting for it to happen, whatever it was.

Without any warning at all, a wet cloth was suddenly placed over his mouth, and being caught completely off guard, he took deep breaths through the cloth. The effects were immediate: his world started spinning and slowly his surroundings blurred, then disappeared completely.

When he woke up, he kept his eyes closed, feeling unbearably exhausted. He didn't want to move a muscle. Then, the pain came flooding back in, however, there was something else. Something that wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it exactly. He stayed still, just listening to the silence.

After a few minutes, his mind started to clear a little and this weird feeling he was having was becoming a bigger problem. What was it exactly? He mentally went over his body parts, checking to see if he could feel them correctly. Legs, fine. Stomach, fine. Head, fine. Arms…. Arms?

It was then he noticed that his arms felt very weird. Actually, arms and shoulders. They felt, numb maybe? Slowly, opened his eyes. He was still in his room, the door closed, but he was looking at his room from a completely different point of view. He was now directly across from the door, not to the left of it. And… he was looking at it from a much higher angle.

Oh God…

The numbness in his arms rushed away and was replaced with excruciating pain. He knew exactly where he was as he remembered the chains he had seen hanging from the ceiling the first night he had arrived at the house. His muscles in his arms were being stretched to the absolute limit, his shoulders were exploding, his mind automatically started to cloud again due to the amount of pain his body was experiencing.

A few minutes later, he became vaguely aware of someone entering the room, and through the haze of pain he was feeling, he knew it was Don back to record all of this.

At this thought, anger erupted through him, slightly easing the pain enough to lift his head and stare at Don. Greg knew that hanging by his wrists was just the beginning. This man had so much more planned, and when it happened, Greg had no intention to be cowering away from it. He knew his body couldn't handle much more and therefore figured he would be dying, so he planned on looking this man in the eyes when it happened.

And, just as expected, Don came at him with all he had. And Greg took it. Not always quietly, but he took it none-the-less.

After the what seemed like hours of endless beating and torture, it stopped. He couldn't think, he could hardly breathe, and the pain had reached it's breaking point and Greg felt like he was exploding. He could some-what make out what Don was saying, and knew that Don was not talking to him. He caught bits and pieces of what was being said:

"Why I have done this…. I want this man dead… I want to kill him myself… The name.."

Greg wanted so badly to hear all of this. He, after all, had been dealing with all of this for some unknown reason, and when he finally got the opportunity to find out the reason he was going through this hell, he was going to miss it because he was passing out.

He fought it for as long as he possibly could, but it was no use. He couldn't really hear much anyways, and the darkness gathering and the sides of his mind were so enticing. The thought of not feeling, at least not as much was making him want to pass out. The thought of being able to just leave this world for whatever amount of time sounded more pleasing than hearing why he was here in the first place.

So, he closed his weary eyes, let his body fall entirely limp. His very last thought was of heaven, and he wondered if he would be waking up there. The thought soothed him more than he could have ever hoped for. He decided that no matter where he woke up, and in what state he was in, he would be ok. And with that, he allowed himself to peacefully slip away into the inviting unknown.

His heart was beating a mile a minute. This was the fourth time it had ever beat this fast. The first time had been for Holly Gribbs, the second for Nick, the third for Jim, and now his heart went out for Greg. He thought back to his conversation with him he had had just the day before. It had seemed like so long ago. True, it was technically well over 24 hours since the call, but none of it mattered now. He wanted to talk to Greg again, and he knew that was going to be a challenge.

First and for most, Greg was now in very bad condition. That was clear from the video Grissom and the team had seen a few hours ago, and because the video was not live, they had no way of knowing just how long ago the video was made. So, if Greg was still alive, then it would still be hell getting through Don without the one thing he wanted.

But Warrick had made a point earlier. Don wanted Ray dead, and he was dead. And then again, Nick was also right in assuming that this information may send Don over the edge knowing that he can't kill the man himself.

Whatever was going to happen would happen, and Grissom would deal with it when it did. For now, he focused on getting to that address. And that same thought was on everyone's mind. In Grissom's car, Catherine and Sara were sitting on the edge of their seats, wanting so badly to reach Greg as soon as possible. Nick, Warrick and Brass all occupied a cop car, and they were all followed closely by a dozen of cop cars.

They raced through the Vegas strip and then continued down a long road taking them to a small neighborhood a couple of miles away from Vegas. They were nice homes that were all rather large, and given their size and location, had to have been pretty expensive. And through the darkness that covered the neighborhood, the lawns and cars were all nicely kept.

It wasn't exactly the place one would expect to find such an evil and twisted man, but very few things surprised the CSI's anymore.

They went barreling through the deserted nighttime streets, scoping the houses for #7049 where they hoped to find their guy and Greg alive.

And then they saw it. Grissom made a sharp turn into the driveway, and Brass and the others followed his lead. Immediately, they all jumped out of their vehicles with their guns drawn, pointing at the house.

All around them, people were slowly starting to emerge from their homes, tired and confused. A police officer was sent to all of the houses that were directly by the Everett's home to make sure that all was safe there. As one officer made his way to the home on the left- hand side of the suspect's house, a woman emerged looking distraught. After a brief heated conversation with the policeman, the elderly woman came dashing over to Brass.

"Sir! Sir!?"

Brass quickly turned to the woman, and ushered her behind the cop cars.

"Ma'am, this is a crime scene, I'm going to have to ask you to…"

"But this is Donald Everett's house! He has a sick child in there!"

Brass stopped dead in his tracks, and Warrick, who was standing nearby joined Brass in finding out what all of this was about. If there was a child in there, let alone a sick child, the situation would change.

"Wait ma'am, what?" Warrick asked.

"Ben is sick! And that's the Everett's house! You've made a mistake. I've known them for years!"

"Ma'am, please calm down. Mr. Everett has kidnapped an officer and we are sure of it. Now, unless there is any information you can tell us, you're going to have to wait behind the caution tape," Brass started to lead her behind the tape when she turned around.

"Wait… I.. Don? Oh…" she paused looking slightly disgusted and frightened, "Yesterday, I heard a lot of banging around and yelling so I came over and Don said that they accidentally broke things.. But I thought I saw blood towards one of the doors, but I didn't think.. No, that still can't be.. Not Don... Oh no. Oh no, no, no."

"Thank you very much ma'am," Warrick said, exchanging a look with Brass. They managed to get the woman behind the tape that was now up, and joined Grissom and the others.

"Brass, how are we going to go about this," Catherine asked frantically.

Brass was about to answer when he was cut off by another officer.

"Captain Brass, we saw some movement in the house, but no one has been seen."

"Where did you see the movement," Brass questioned.

"Right inside the front window," the officer answered, pointing to the large window in the front of the house.

"He knows we're here," Warrick said, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Not really a surprise. We have like a dozen cops here, of course he knows we're here," Sara said sounding a bit grouchy.

"Ok well, first things first," Brass interrupted and turned to the officer again. "Get men on every door and window, and surround the house. Then, we get in contact with Mr. Everett. Go."

The officer quickly turned away and began barking out orders to his fellow officers. Brass turned back to Grissom and the others.

"And what are we going to do when he realizes that we don't have Boree," Catherine asked suddenly.

No one said anything at first, not really knowing what to say. That was the main question that no one had wanted to think about. What were they going to do?

"Well, we can't fake it," Nick said quietly. "He'll know that it isn't Ray."

"What about negotiation? Why not make him think we have Boree waiting at the station or something, and convince him to come out," Sara offered, sounding hopeful.

"I don't think he'll go for that. He's smart and has nothing to lose anyway," Warrick said firmly.

"Well, he can't be expecting much, I mean, did he really think we were going to bring a convicted felon out to the streets just so he can be killed by another felon," Nick replied angrily. This whole thing was pissing him off. He just wanted to get Greg out now.

"No, I didn't really expect that at all," came a cold voice from the direction of the house.

Every whipped around and was now staring at Donald Everett himself. He was concealed by a screen door. Everyone raised their guns again, pointing directly at Don.

"I thought that there was a slight chance though, and decided to go for it. As you said young man, I have nothing to lose," he said with a twisted grin.

They all kept their guns steady on Don, wanting so badly to take him out right then and there.

"Come out with your hands up!" Brass shouted. Don just smiled again.

"Do you really think I'm going to give up that easily? No, I'm going to have a little fun. You all had one demand! Just one and you couldn't do that. Not even for little Gregory. So, if you guys are willing to trade a rapist and murder's life," his voice rose "for the life of an innocent young man, then it will be all of you that have to live with it. NOT ME!"

Don ended and began to turn away from the door.

"Wait!"

Don stopped, and faced them all again, particularly Grissom who had just yelled at him.

"Raymond Boree is dead. He died about four days ago during a riot at the prison," Grissom yelled out, with a hint of desperation in his voice. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he knew that something had to be done.

Don's reaction to this news was astonishment, but it quickly changed to something more like anger.

"You're lying! You think that's going to save Greg!? You're wrong!" He began to turn away again.

"It was in the newspaper on Tuesday," Nick screamed desperately.

Don didn't say anything. Instead, he turned away from them for the final time, and slammed the door behind him.

Ending Notes(EN): Hmm? Is Greg dead? What's Don about to do? Haha… Don't know but the next one should be out soon. Comment if you can.. PS, the next one will be longer