Two hours later Mickel was showing his 'friend' the room that he wanted the lock installed on. Renaldo opened the door to check on Greg. Renaldo froze.
"Mickel!" Renaldo said quickly. Mickel appeared at the doorway and stared into the room.
"Crap! Cut the ropes Renaldo." Mickel said, Mickel's 'friend' appeared beside him and took in the room. Renaldo ran forward to Greg who was still unconscious, he was slumped over to one side, his arms red from loss of circulation and his lips were blue. Renaldo pulled a pocketknife out and started to hack at the ropes. At last the ropes cut in half. Greg slumped onto the floor and lay there unmoving. Renaldo checked his pulse. Renaldo breathed a sigh of relief.
"He's alive." Renaldo gently peeled the rope off Greg's wrists.
"MARCO!" Renaldo yelled out. Marco poked his head in the door a couple minutes later.
"Yeah boss?" Renaldo looked at the bloody, bruised and scratched wrists.
"Get your first aid stuff and fix his wrists." Renaldo felt Greg's arms. They were icy cold. Renaldo dragged Greg over to the bed and pulled him onto it. He pulled the blankets and laid it over Greg. After a few minutes colour started to creep back into Greg's face. Marco returned arms full of bandages and other stuff. Renaldo walked out of the room and left Marco to do his thing. Mickel watched his brother walk downstairs with a slight frown on his face.
"Done Mickel, We even now?" The guy asked, Mickel nodded absentmindedly and motioned for Ralph to show him the way out. A couple of seconds later to gunshots rang out. Mickel smiled a small smile and picked up the key. Marco walked out of the room.
"The kid's alright now." Mickel nodded and closed the door, taking one last look at the occupant unconscious on the bed. Mickel locked the door and put a key in his pocket and walked downstairs to give his worthless brother the other one.
'Not to long now and I can get rid of him.' Mickel thought.
Renaldo took the key from his brother and went back to work, sorting through files and mug shots. Renaldo couldn't help noticing his brother kept looking at him. Renaldo's breath caught in his chest, he knew his brother had a plan. Renaldo stood up.
"Going out." He said and walked out the door to his car. He got in and breathed deeply, he knew what he had to do.
He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen out of the glove box and started to write.
He drove to a post box and posted the letter. He stood back and sighed.
Greg woke up to a door slamming, he took a moment to remember where he was. Greg sat up suddenly, the blankets falling off him. He eyed what was left of the rope hanging off the beam.
He remembered the phone call, the slap, crying and then nothing.
'I probably passed out then.' Greg thought and went to rub his wrists. Greg felt some type of material and looked down, to find bandages wrapped around his wrists, with some strange smelling stuff leaking out of it. Greg got up and walked to the window, he sat down on the ledge and looked out, rubbing his wrists. They were itching like mad.
Greg looked at the bars on the window and then at the lawn below.
'No chance of escaping from up here.' He thought sadly. Greg felt cold and rubbed his arms, he looked down at his shirt. Blood had soaked through it, making it cold and dry and itchy where the blood had dried. Greg walked around looking for the jumper he was given. He finally found it and slipped it over his head slowly, hissing in pain from his ribs.
Greg picked up a bottle of water and opened it, drinking it slowly. Greg sat down on the bed and watched the rope sway.
Renaldo walked back into the house an hour later with supplies.
"I think it's time for another tape." Mickel told him not looking up from the files. Renaldo nodded.
"Marco, Ralph go get him." Renaldo ordered as he started to set up the video camera, the chair and tape and some choice weapons.
Mickel grinned and walked to his room. He returned with balaclavas. He threw one to Renaldo who caught it and slipped it on.
Greg heard the door click and sat up as Marco and Ralph walked into the room. Marco grabbed Greg by one arm and Ralph grabbed the other. They lead him downstairs.
Greg saw the chair and the video camera and started to struggle against them. Marco and Ralph tightened their grip. Mickel walked over and punched Greg in the jaw, dazing him. Mickel took off Greg's bloody shirt so the CSI's could see the damage and then shoved him into the chair and tied his arms behind the chair and his feet to the legs of the chair. Greg shook his head to get rid of the daze. Marco and Ralph pulled on their balaclavas and stood behind the camera. Renaldo took his place next to Greg and Mickel just out of screen. Renaldo nodded and the camera was flicked on.
"Hello CSI's." Renaldo said
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Sara walked in sadly and held up the package.
"We got the tape." Grissom nodded, Warrick, Catherine and Nick stood up. Nick had come back after they had found the house.
They all walked into Archie's lab and put the tape into the player.
"Hello CSI's." The masked figure said. (It's Renaldo)
"As you can see Greg is still alive, but I wouldn't say well." Grissom thought he sounded bitter on that.
"I will state my demands…" He started. Catherine glared at the screen.
"What's Greg doing?" She interrupted. Everyone focused on Greg. He was looking behind the masked figure, looking shocked.
"He looks terrified." Grissom said. Everyone jumped as a gunshot rang out.
The masked figure fell to the floor, blood gushing out of the bullet wound on the side of his head. Greg stared at the figure at his feet.
A new person entered the screen and grabbed Greg's spiky hair and pulled back, Greg gasped as the air was punched out. The figure grabbed Greg's hair again and punched the side of his face. Greg's head flew down to his knee. Greg groaned as his hair was pulled again, but this time it was held there.
"I am taking over. My demands are simple, release Antonio and Rodriguez Lopezaio from Vegas prison and I'll let Greg here go." The figure clicked his fingers and another person walked on screen holding a knife. Greg shut his eyes when he saw it.
The mask figure lightly dragged the knife across Greg's chest leaving a long scratch dripping blood behind it. Grissom watched Greg bite his lip, trying not to cry out.
"Son of a…" Warrick said. Grissom glared at him briefly before looking back at the screen. The figure dragged the knife blade across Greg's bruised cheek, reopening healing scratches and wounds and opening some new ones.
"They are to be out in 48 hours or Greg will get the same fate as my dear brother here." Sara and Catherine swapped glances.
The knife was slashed across Greg's bruised chest, making him scream in pain. The figure laughed cruelly and pulled back Greg's head by the hair again, the figure put his head next to Greg's. Greg glanced at him sideways.
"Is there anything you want to say to them Greggy boy?" The figure said. Greg was about to shake his head when the guy whispered something in his ear. Greg shook his head slightly.
"I'm not saying that." Greg said bluntly. Nick groaned.
"Just do what he says Greg." Grissom whispered. Greg was hit across the face with the butt of a gun and had the knife tip pointing into his neck, digging in slightly. Greg closed his eyes.
"Eyes open Greg and say it." Greg sighed unhappily and opened his eyes and stared at the camera.
"You've let me down Grissom, they're going to kill me because you are never going to find me." Greg said, voice shaking with tears springing to his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"48 hours CSI's." The figure said before the screen went blank. Everyone was silent as they replayed it in their heads.
Greg sticking up for them, not wanting to say that Grissom won't find him.
Grissom looked down at the floor, Greg's tears stuck in his mind.
"Damn Greg." Nick said "Why you?" Grissom glanced at him before walking back into his office, shutting the door, sitting down and started to cry. Ten minutes later Sara knocked on his office door.
"Yeah." Grissom answered. Sara opened the door slowly and looked in. She quickly stepped in and closed the door behind her. She walked over to Grissom and hugged him tightly.
"We're going to get him Grissom." She said. Another knock on the door and the receptionist walked in.
"There's a letter for you Grissom." She said placing it on the desk, looking at Sara suspiciously.
"Do you think it's about Greg?" Sara asked staring at it. The receptionist was just about to walk out the door, when she stopped and turned around.
"What's happened to Greg?" She asked. Sara and Grissom looked up her.
"He's been kidnapped.
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Sorry about the short chapter but school work and annoying brothers, please review.
Wont be writing on Tuesdays or Thursdays because of Taekwondo
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