Greg cried out in pain as he was pulled roughly out of the back of the van and out of his uneasy sleep.
He fell to the ground and his blindfold was yanked off.
"Get up and walk!" A guy commanded above him, Greg blinked as the light hit his eyes in the first time in hours. Slowly he looked up at the men standing around him, the main guy, the boss had business glasses, short black hair, designer suit and a piercing gaze. The others just look like slacked off criminals, facial hair, piercings, tattoos.
"Get him inside." The boss ordered, as Greg felt himself being pulled off the ground, he chanced a look around. His heart stopped as he saw rows of industrial houses, but what amazed him was that casino in the distance, the one he drives past every single morning to get to work, where he always saw people getting thrown out by rough looking bodyguards.
"We're not in DC anymore are we?" Greg asked as he was dragged into the house.
The boss smiled.
"Don't want to make it so difficult for them do we?"
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Grissom walked into the DC police station and straight up to Nick and Warrick.
Nick looked like he hadn't slept and had been crying. Warrick just looked worried.
"What happened?" Grissom asked.
"Men in a van drove up and grabbed Greg while he was tying he shoelace." Warrick said, Nick nodded sadly.
"We shoulda waited for him, we shouldn't of listened to him when he said he'd catch up." Nick muttered upset. Grissom put his hand on Nicks shoulder. Nick looked up at him.
"We're going to find him Nick, don't worry." Grissom consoled. Nick shook his head angrily.
"That's what Warrick said and we still haven't heard from them."
Grissom sighed, it was very true. It had been ten hours and still no word.
"Did you catch the plate?" Grissom asked. They shook their heads.
"The sergeant is looking through security footage now." Warrick said. Nick was staring at his hands.
"Were they following you?" Warrick frowned.
"I don't know." Was all he said.
Grissom sat down beside them and sighed, they sat there for ten minutes in silence before Grissom's phone rang.
"Grissom." He answered
"Griss it's Sara, we got a note."
"What? What does it say?" Grissom asked quickly
"We're in Vegas."
"Thanks Sara, try for prints." Grissom hung up the phone and looked at Warrick and Nick, who were now looking at him.
"We got a note, they're in Vegas."
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Greg was dragged into a room on the second floor with boarded up windows with bars on the outside, they looked new, and obviously they had been planning this for a while now.
A guy, huge muscles, very built, black goatee, cut Greg's hands free and shoved him into the room and closed the door behind him, a click told Greg that the guy locked it.
Greg walked around looking at his new surroundings, a small single foldout bed was in the middle of the room, with a small bathroom off to the side.
'Well at least they give me privacy' Greg thought looking at the enclosed bathroom. Greg opened one of the cupboards to find medical supplies and bottles of water.
Greg lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, which was a dirty white colour.
Hours later the door clicked again and the boss walked in, two bodyguards on either side.
"How we feeling Greg?" He asked, Greg looked at him skeptically, this coming from the guy who kidnapped him, beat him and has locked him in the tiny room.
"Just freakin' perfect." Greg said sarcastically. The boss frowned.
"You should learn more respect Greg, seeing as I am the one who will decide whether your stay is comfortable or not." The boss looked at one of the guys, the same guy that brought Greg in earlier, and the guy walked over to Greg. Greg shifted back so he was right against the headrest of the board.
"Maybe we should move things along." The boss said. Greg looked at him wide eyed.
"Bring him downstairs." The boss walked out, followed by the other bodyguard, the big guy grabbed Greg's arm tightly, making him yelp and dragged him down the stairs.
Greg gulped as he saw the chair in the middle of the room, a video camera, a baseball bat, a gun, before he turned his attention to the boss guy.
The boss looked up as he was dragged in.
He grinned at the paleness of Greg's face. He walked over to Greg.
Greg closed his eyes and looked to the ground, only to have his face forced back up by the big bodyguard yanking his hair back.
"Look at me Greg or I can make this even more…. Unpleasant." The boss said calmly.
Greg's eyes slowly opened and looked at the boss.
"Good, lets get started shall we?" The boss asked, indicating to the chair in the middle on the room.
Greg struggled as he was forced in the chair and tied to it; the boss put on a mask and motioned for the others to do the same.
Then the small bodyguard flicked the camera on.
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Catherine ran into Grissom's office. Nick, Warrick and Grissom had arrived a short time ago.
"Grissom, a package was delivered." Catherine rushed and showed the front of the package to them.
It was titled
'If you value Greg's life, I'd watch it.'
Nick red it and looked up horrified. Grissom saw the expression on his face.
"Nicky, you are not watching this." Grissom ordered "Stay here." Nick opened his mouth in protest but they had already left the room, Nick flopped onto the nearest chair, head in hands.
Sara put the DVD on in Archie's lab and pressed play,
Greg was sitting in a dark room, tied to a chair. A figure with a mask on entered the camera view.
'Good day crime lab, as you can see with have your CSI Greg Sanders. If you do not do as I command things will get a lot worse for Mr. Sanders.'
Greg looked up in horror as another guy entered the screen.
'This is just the beginning.' The figure said before the bigger guy started to hit Greg, over and over, drawing blood every time he hit Greg.
Greg was hit in the face, the stomach and the chest, you could hear him groaning.
After a while Greg cried out in pain. The main guy motioned for the other guy to stop.
The main guy pulled back Greg's hair, revealing his now bloody and bruised face.
'Is there anything you'd like to say to your friends Greg?' the guy asked, Greg looked at the camera.
'H-help me p-please." He whispered before the screen went black.
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My second chap, please read and review, the more reviews I get, the quicker I write.