Greg watched as the camera was flicked on, looked at the boss in horror, groaning as blows were being dealt to his chest, head and stomach, crying out in pain as he felt a rib crack, then having his head pulled back from his chest so he could look into the camera. Greg looked at the camera and begged for them to help him.
Now he was lying on the floor in his cell. They had dragged him back up the stairs, painfully, and dropped him onto the floor.
The boss walked in and demanded the small bodyguard to take off Greg's shirt. Greg gathered the strength to look up as the man walked over and shredded his shirt.
The boss walked over and knelt down next to Greg and examined the bruising on his chest. The boss frowned.
"A couple of broken ribs, thankfully not fatal." He laughed. Greg groaned and let his head drop back on the floor.
The boss stood back up and wiped the dust of his pants.
"This is only the beginning Greg, you better toughen up." The boss left the room with his bodyguards.
Greg realized how cold it was and started to shiver. Painfully he sat up and crawled over to the bed and climbed slowly into it.
The blanket didn't help since it was so thin, Greg huddled into a ball and tried to ignore the pain in his side as he tried to sleep.
The boss watched Greg on a TV screen, he had hidden a camera in the room and Greg was a bit slow to discover it. The boss frowned again as he watched Greg start to shiver and crawl over to the bed and cover himself with the ridiculously thin blanket.
"Marco." The boss called, the large bodyguard walked towards him.
"Yes, Renaldo?" Marco asked. Renaldo turned around and faced him.
"Buy a thicker blanket, a shirt and a jumper. I do not want Mr. Sanders to die before we have finished our use with him." Renaldo ordered turning back to the screen.
"I'll get Ralph to get it." (Ralph is the small bodyguard.) Marco said as he walked back to a table in the corner of the room, which was covered in photos and case files. When Marco reached the corner of the room he picked up the phone that was on the table and called Ralph and told him what to get.
Renaldo listened and nodded as he watched Greg trying to sleep.
He heard Greg cry out as he rolled onto a sore side. Renaldo stared at the screen.
'Maybe the kid was too young to handle this, too weak.' He thought to himself
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Everyone stared openmouthed at the TV screen. Catherine had started to cry, Warrick walked up and hugged her. Sara walked over to Grissom, who was still staring at the screen.
"What are you thinking Gil?" She whispered. Grissom's brow furrowed as he turned towards her.
"Did you see how scared he was, his eyes, he is really scared." Grissom looked down at the floor. Sara put her arm around him.
"Grissom, are we going to tell Nick what was on the tape?" Warrick asked, looking over Catherine's head. Grissom shook his head.
"Get him in here, he has to watch it."
Nick shook in anger as he watched Greg getting beaten, going pale as he heard him cry out in pain and beg them to help him.
Nick sat down as Archie started to analyze the tape.
"What do we do Grissom? He didn't say what he wanted." Nick growled.
Grissom nodded.
"They are probably going to send another tape." Grissom said sadly "But till then we just have to be patient." Nick nodded and stood up. Grissom looked at him, he still looked like he hadn't slept since this had started.
"Nick, go home and sleep, you're no use to Greg when you are going to fall asleep at any moment." Grissom ordered. Nick nodded, he knew it was no use arguing, and besides he was too tired.
Nick walked slowly out of Archie's lab and towards the lifts. Warrick watched him go and walked into the lab.
"Nick goin' home?" He asked. Grissom nodded.
"He hasn't slept since this began." Grissom said. Warrick nodded in agreement. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Warrick said
"He blames himself, that's why he is so…. Upset." Grissom looked at Warrick.
"Why does he blame himself?" He asked surprised. Warrick looked at the floor ashamedly.
"He thinks that we should have gone straight back to the hotel; he thinks that he should have waited with Greg, that… you shouldn't have sent him to the seminar." Warrick explained sadly.
Grissom looked up at the door and watched the people walk past it.
"I was having second thoughts about sending him." Grissom said finally.
"Why'd you send him anyways?" Warrick asked. Grissom frowned.
"I thought it could help him with being a CSI."
Sara walked in and sat down beside Grissom.
"No prints on the envelope." Sara said. Warrick growled.
"Now what do we do?" He asked angrily. Grissom sighed.
"We wait." He said simply.
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Greg woke up as the sunlight poked through the gaps from the boards on the windows and onto him.
He sat up and groaned as his ribs protested to that movement. He saw placed at the door was a thick blanket, a jumper and shirt, and to his delight food.
Greg walked over and picked up the shirt, putting in on slowly as his ribs screamed in pain. Next he picked up the blanket and jumper and placed it on the bed.
He sat down on the bed and opened the bag of food, a couple of egg and lettuce sandwiches, an apple and a bag of chips.
Greg shrugged it wasn't much but it would have to do. He unwrapped a sandwich and started to eat, he ate the other sandwich and the small bag of chips but left the apple until later.
Greg walked over and grabbed a bottle of water that he had found the first time in the room, he unscrewed the lid and drank from it. Greg got bored really quickly so he started to walk around. He had past a lamp when he turned back and looked at it properly, he tried to turn it on but it wouldn't work.
'Why would they put a lamp that didn't work in the room?' He asked himself. Then he spotted the camera, just poking out of the side, from here you could see every part of the room.
The door clicked and in walked Renaldo, Marco and Ralph. Renaldo smiled.
"I see you've discovered our gifts?" He asked. Greg rolled his eyes.
"No really? I didn't see them." Greg said sarcastically but regretted it at once. Renaldo looked angry. He motioned for Marco to go over to Greg. Marco punched Greg, causing him to fall to the ground and then started to kick him repeatedly, but taking care not to kick where Greg's ribs were already broken.
He had just started to seriously lay into him when Renaldo got a phone call. His eyes opened in shock as he listened.
"Grab him and take him to the van. Grab the blanket and medical supplies quickly! They've found us." Greg unrolled from the ball he had curled himself up into and looked up in relief, he grinned at Renaldo.
"Not too carefully planned then, hey?" Greg said. Renaldo walked over and hit Greg across the head with butt of his gun. Greg collapsed to the floor, blood oozing from the gash in his head. Renaldo looked at him and then at Marco, Ralph had grabbed the stuff from the room and had stored it in the van. Renaldo whispered something to Marco and picked the unconscious Greg off the floor, half carrying, half dragging him to the van. Marco stayed in the room and dipped a finger into a small blood puddle Greg had made, and walked over to the wall and started to write.
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Catherine rushed in.
"DC police found the plates and a squad car just passed it at a half abandoned industrial housing estate." She said quickly. Everyone jumped up and ran to the cars in the parking lot.
"Should we call Nick?" Warrick panted as they drove off to the address. Grissom shook his head.
"We won't call Nick until we have Greg." Grissom said as they pulled out into the street.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the industrial housing estate. Brass was already there looking grim, at once they began to think the worst.
Grissom stepped out of the car and Brass walked over to the CSI group- minus Nick- He looked at them all and then looked at the house.
"They're gone. Better grab your kits." Was all he said, before he motioned for them to follow him into the house.
Grissom looked into one room and recognized it immediately, this was the room where Greg had been beaten.
"Up here guys." Brass called from the second floor landing. Everyone slowly walked up the dusty wooden stairs and followed Brass into one room. They stopped as they saw the puddle of blood on the floor and the writing on the wall.
Warrick turned around and walked away. Catherine watched him go, not wanting to look at the words on the wall.
You're Too Late CSI's
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Haha another chapter happily finished, Greg isn't doing to well is he? Please please please review, the more reviews I get the more vibes I get that you really like the story and the quicker I will write to please you all.
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