A bump woke Greg up. Greg slowly opened his eyes and to his great relief, he wasn't blindfolded. Greg tried to sit up but regretted the action instantly, if his ribs weren't screaming before, then they were definitely screaming now, and his head. Greg dropped back to the van floor and felt his head, he felt something warm and sticky and when he took his hand away to look, his heart froze as he caught sight of his own blood.
Greg remembered that Grissom had found out where he was, he remembered the beating he got from Marco, the hit across the head with the butt of Renaldo's gun, and then waking up.
Greg blinked a couple of times, trying to get use to the light, another bump sent Greg a couple of centimeters into the air and landing heavily again on the van floor.
Greg whimpered as pain shot through his chest.
"Finally awake then?" Renaldo asked, his voice cold. Greg looked over to where his voice came from.
"W-where are we?" Greg muttered. Renaldo grinned.
"Not too far away." Greg shook his head to try and get rid of the dizziness.
"Grissom, Warrick….." Greg started to say before fading off. Renaldo glanced at Ralph through the window that could see the driver, and then at Marco, who nodded.
"They found our hide-out, but I think they saw the message." Renaldo laughed.
Greg frowned.
'Message?' He thought.
The van stopped suddenly, throwing Greg against the side of it.
"Tie his hands." Renaldo demanded. Marco reached for the tape and pulled Greg to him, Greg yelped as more pain shot through.
"Be careful!" Renaldo warned. Marco nodded as he wrapped Greg's hands behind him tightly in tape.
Ralph slid the door open. Marco grabbed Greg and forced him out of the van, Greg tripped and fell onto the ground.
"Ah, brother, thank you for the warning, it helped us greatly." Renaldo greeted somebody; Greg chanced a look up from the ground.
The man that Renaldo called his brother, was the spitting image of Renaldo. Designer suit, black, gelled hair and business glasses, but the brother was taller, more masculine, had a couple of tattoos and looked like he had spent time in prison.
"Is this the little pipsqueak then?" The brother asked, kicking Greg onto his back. Renaldo nodded.
"Do you have a room to put him in, Mickel, so he can't escape?" Renaldo asked. Mickel nodded, still glaring at Greg on the ground. Greg stared back, couldn't help the fear starting to take over. Mickel saw how freaked the kid was and grinned. He bent down and grabbed Greg's arm and yanked him up. Greg cried out in pain and let his knees buckle underneath him.
"Careful! We aren't done with him yet." Renaldo said quickly. Mickel grinned evilly as he started to pull Greg inside a very big house.
Greg stared at it.
'Seeing how big this is and guessing how many rooms there were, when Grissom turns up, he had better have a good idea where I am or these guys could kill me before he opens the first door.' Greg started to think, panicked.
When Mickel opened the door, that's when Greg caught whiff of it.
The dude was running a drug lab. Mickel noticed Greg's expression.
"Guessing you can smell it then?" He laughed and forced Greg upstairs, into a small room with a rope hanging down from the ceiling. Greg gulped as he saw it.
"I don't have a lock on the door yet, but I'll get someone to put one on tomorrow, so for tonight he can be tied to the beam."
Mickel shoved Greg into the room and made him kneel on the floor, underneath the rope. Marco untied Greg's hands from behind his back, only to have to retie them to the rope above Greg's head.
Greg felt his arms being stretched, his chest was aching badly, as the rope was pulled over the beam and secured to a post sticking out of the wall on the other side of the room.
"Stay there." Mickel laughed as he, Marco and Renaldo left the room. Renaldo looked at Greg while he was shutting the door. Renaldo closed it with a click and started to walk down the stairs.
'This kid isn't going to last much longer.' Renaldo thought as he joined his brother in the lounge.
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Grissom took photos of the blood writing on the wall, while Sara took samples of the blood on the ground and Warrick and Catherine dusted for prints, upstairs and downstairs.
Grissom finished taking pictures and walked downstairs to talk to Brass.
"How did they know we were coming?" Grissom asked as they stood out on the front lawn. Brass shook his head.
"They were long gone before we came, but they left a couple of pictures." Brass said. Grissom stared at him.
"Of Greg?" He asked hesitantly.
"No, of a crime scene, as well as mug shots of the person who did it." Grissom shook his head, none of this was making sense.
"I'm seeing if any of these cameras were working, see if we can get people's faces." Brass said, indicating to the cameras across the road and down the street.
Grissom's phone vibrated in his pocket, he answered it.
"Grissom." He said looking up and down the street.
"What did you think of our little message?" Someone answered back. Grissom shot Brass a look and turned his phone on loud speaker, Brass indicated for silence.
"I take it you have Greg still?" Grissom asked. He heard laughing on the other end.
"Yes, I still have Mr. Sanders, but I know you're concerned about the blood puddle, but don't worry, Greg won't make anymore smart ass comments any time soon." Grissom frowned.
"Can I talk to him?" Grissom asked slowly.
"Hm... Well he might not last much longer, so I am going to move things on. You will receive another tape with my demands on it." Grissom shook his head.
"Put him on…. Please." Grissom asked.
"Are you begging Grissom? Well it looks like you do care for Greg, and since I am in a good mood, you may talk to him." Grissom heard a couple of weird noises.
"G-Grissom?" Greg's frightened voice came through.
"Greg are you okay?" Grissom asked quickly. He heard a shaky laugh.
"Just dandy." Grissom smiled to know Greg was still joking around.
"Listen Greg, Hang on we're coming for you." Grissom said quickly.
"Yeah, I know you are." Greg replied, though rather dully. Grissom heard muffled voices on the phone before a loud slap rang out with a loud cry of pain.
"Greg? Greg?!" Grissom and Brass yelled out at the same time.
"That was very touching Grissom and Brass, I take it. But it isn't nice of you to give Greg false hope. Well goodbye Mr. Grissom, until my next tape." Grissom thought he heard a muffled sob before the dial tones rang out.
"Grissom?" Brass whispered. Grissom turned around to see that Brass was staring at the doorway. Grissom turned around quickly to see Catherine and Warrick standing at the doorway.
"Was that him?" Catherine asked.
"Greg, a bit." Grissom answered looking at them both.
Catherine looked tired, worn out and worried, Warrick looked tired, and extremely worried and angry.
"There isn't anything else we can do now, let's go back to the lab." Grissom said "Call us if you get anything Brass." The CSI's left sadly.
Brass stared after them as they left, then trudged back into the house to look around.
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Greg's arms were starting to hurt from the low blood circulation going into his arms. He tried to sleep but it wasn't particularly comfortable.
He had been kneeling there with his arms tied above his head for a couple of hours now. Greg looked up and stared at the rope and the ceiling beam, well no hope there.
Greg heard someone walking up the stairs and a couple of seconds later the door opened, and no surprise in walked Renaldo.
"Comfortable Greggo?" He asked. Greg flinched when he heard his CSI nickname being used by the guy that had kidnapped him.
Greg kept his mouth shut and glared at him.
"Don't worry you wont be tied up for much longer, the 'friend' is installing the lock more sooner than expected."
Greg looked down to the floor and stared at the threadbare carpet. Renaldo tapped his foot.
"Let's make a call to Grissom." He said suddenly and pulled out a phone, and not just any phone, Greg's phone! Greg looked up and stared at his phone. Renaldo talked to Grissom for a couple of minutes before putting his hand over the receiver and walking over to Greg.
"Not one word to mention where you are." Renaldo warned. Greg nodded.
"G-Grissom?" Greg asked, his voice sounded frightened.
"Greg are you okay?" Greg breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Grissom's voice. Greg laughed.
"Just dandy." Greg thought he heard a small laugh in the background.
"Listen Greg, Hang on we're coming for you." Greg looked up to Renaldo who was grinning. Greg felt his happiness fade away.
"Yeah, I know you are." Renaldo pulled the phone. Greg glared at Renaldo.
"They will find me, you do know that?" Greg asked.
Renaldo whipped out his hand and slapped Greg extremely hard across the face, Greg wasn't expecting that and cried out loudly in pain.
Renaldo started talking to Grissom again and Greg thought he heard Brass's name mentioned.
Greg's face burnt from the hit and tears startled to trickle down his cheeks before he knew it his body was heaving with sobs.
He tried to make no noise but one managed to get through. Renaldo hung up the phone and knelt next to Greg.
"Never, ever speak ill of my plans again." Renaldo growled, letting his words trickle out one by one. Greg nodded repeatedly.
Renaldo grabbed Greg's chin and forced him to look up. Renaldo examined his face.
The cuts and dried blood on his cheeks, his left cheek now a bright red, some great purple bruises over his eye, and some yellowing bruises. Renaldo followed a tear running down Greg's cheek before he stood up.
He was really starting to think 'I should of gone for an older one, not a new CSI, but everyone was protective of Greg' Renaldo gave Greg one last look, Greg had his head on his chest, looking down at the floor, his body heaving with silent sobs, his arms tied above his head. Renaldo looked at the small figure on the floor as he shut the door.
Renaldo walked downstairs and into a room where his brother was.
"Mickel, this boy isn't too strong, he isn't going to last." Renaldo told his brother hesitantly. Mickel looked up from the table.
"Why? What makes you think that?" Mickel ordered. Renaldo looked at his older brother.
"He is bruised, bloody and sobbing, he begged for help, he agrees quickly to demands." Renaldo said rushed. Mickel shrugged.
"But he is the youngest, most liked of the group. He is a kid." Renaldo nodded.
"Exactly, he is a kid, what if we ring a CSI and tell them not to tell anyone and let them think they are picking up the kid and we'll take them instead and leave the kid in their place." Mickel walked over to his brother.
"The kid has seen our faces, we can't let him go. Are you still strong enough to go through this brother? Or do we need to find a replacement?" Mickel growled staring down at his brother. Renaldo shook his head.
"No brother, we shall keep him." Mickel nodded.
"Come look at these pictures." Mickel said, beckoning his brother to follow him.
Greg watched as the door closed. He closed his eyes and begged that they would find him soon.
'I can't hang on much longer.' Greg thought before he passed out. His body hanging limply from his arms tied in the ropes.
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Haha another chapter. They might be updated more slowly now seeing as I'm back at school.
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