Greg heard a gun being cocked, he looked over and horrified he saw Mickel pointing the gun in his direction. The gun was fired and Renaldo fell at Greg's feet blood pouring out from the bullet wound in the side of his head.
Greg gasped as his hair was pulled back and he was punched. He screamed as the knife was dragged along his chest, his face and was slashed much more deeply at his chest again. He took the punches, but he lost it when Mickel whispered in his ear.
"I'm not saying that." Greg said, a hit with the butt of the gun and his head was pulled back again, with a knife tip digging into his throat. Greg shut his eyes.
"Eyes open Greg and say it." Mickel growled. Greg sighed and opened his eyes.
"You've let me down Grissom, they're going to kill me because you are never going to find me." Greg's voice shook and he was forced to say that to his boss, a friend. Tears sprung to his eyes, but Greg held them back. One managed to slip out and run down his cheek.
The camera was switched off and the ropes holding Greg to the chair were cut off. Mickel pulled off his balaclava and shoved Greg out of the chair. Greg landed on Renaldo's lifeless body painfully. Greg quickly moved himself onto the patch of the floor away from the body.
Mickel laughed cruelly and kicked Greg in the side, sending him sprawling across the floor, gasping for breath.
Mickel crouched beside him and pulled his head up by his hair.
"Let's see if Grissom really cares about you." Mickel laughed and stood up.
"Do what ever you want with him." Mickel called over his shoulder to Ralph and Marco, they both look uncertainly at each other and then back at Greg. Greg looked over at them and then down at the floor. Marco shrugged and walked over to Greg and kicked him over to his back.
Greg glanced up fearfully at him. Marco sat down beside Greg and pulled at pocketknife out of his shirt pocket. Greg gulped. Marco leant down over Greg's ear and whispered.
"Don't worry, we don't like Mickel, as soon as we are paid we will tell your boss where to find you." Marco lightly brushed the tip of the knife over Greg's arm, making a small scratch. Marco stood up and winked at Greg. Greg stared up at him in amazement. Marco nodded to Ralph, who grinned and walked over, they both pulled Greg up by the arms, carefully and walked him back upstairs. They pushed him into the room and locked the door behind him. Greg looked back at the door puzzled.
'What the hell is happening?' Greg wondered as he sat back on the bed. Two apples, a small packet of chips and a new bottle of water were placed on the dresser.
Greg picked up an apple and ate it, shivering slightly without his shirt and jumper.
Greg finished the apple and opened up the small bag of chips. Slowly he ate them as he tried to figure out how many days he'd been kidnapped for…
'Hm…. I was at the first house for three days and I've been here for two maybe three days. Geez that's almost a week.' Greg figured out.
Greg glanced out the window, the sun was rising? Greg shook his head, time flies when you're getting the crap beaten out of you. Greg laughed slightly at his own joke.
Ralph and Marco walked down the stairs and into the room Mickel was in.
"Mickel?" Ralph said hesitantly. Mickel looked over at them.
"What?" Mickel asked amused.
"When we goin' to get paid for doin' all this for you?" Ralph asked. Mickel nodded.
"Fair point," He said. "Tomorrow at noon." Ralph and Marco looked at each other and then back at Mickel.
"I'm pushing up the deadline." Mickel laughed. He gestured for them to sit, which they did.
Mickel grabbed Greg's phone, which he had gotten off his brothers corpse and went searching through contacts until he found Grissom.
He pressed call and waited for him to pick up.
"Grissom." Was the blunt reply.
"Ah Grissom. I have decided to move our deadline up a bit." Mickel replied.
"What happened to 48 hours?" Grissom asked confused. Mickel laughed.
"I'm getting bored with this project. You have 24 hours to release them or you can search for Greg's body in the desert. But I'm sure you don't want to do this?" Mickel asked. He heard a sigh.
"Fine, where do you want to trade?" Came the reply. Mickel frowned.
"Who said anything about a trade? You release them, they call me and I'll release Greg in a public place for him to get help."
"How do I know you just won't kill him?" Mickel was angry now.
"If you are not willing to trust as I say Mr. Grissom then maybe I should hang up now." Mickel knew this would get a reply.
"Fine, but if he isn't alive when we get to him, you're friends are going back to jail for an even longer term." Mickel thumped his hand on the table.
'Now I have to not kill the pipsqueak.' Mickel thought angrily 'Grissom is smart, he knows how to back up Greg's life.'
"Fine, Grissom. Deal." He thought he heard someone yelling something in the background, but it was quickly cut off.
"Deal then." Grissom said. Mickel hung up and slammed the phone on the table. He looked at Marco and Ralph, who were sitting there listening.
Mickel reached into his pocket, Ralph ducked a little, and pulled out his cheque book. He wrote down the same amount on each, signed it and handed it to them both.
"Go I don't need you anymore." Mickel said. Ralph and Marco grabbed their cheques and walked out the house into their van.
They looked at each. Ralph handed Marco a piece of paper and a pen. Marco wrote down the address and they drove to CSI's office and paid a kid 50 to walk in and ask for a Gil Grissom, for an urgent letter.
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Grissom picked up the envelope that the receptionist had left and opened it, written inside were five words.
Upstairs, first door on left.
Sara looked over Grissom's shoulder.
"What does it mean?" She asked. Grissom frowned at the letter.
"It's Greg's location, but not the address." He said. He stood up and walked to the lab and asked Hodge to dust for prints and search for any DNA.
Sara followed Grissom into the lounge, Nick, Warrick and Catherine were already sitting there.
"We got a letter." Grissom said. Nick frowned.
"What did it say?" Catherine asked interested.
"Upstairs, first door on left." Sara recited. The three looked confused.
"Location, not address, must be a big house for someone to send the location of what room he is in." Nick said.
Grissom made coffee and poured everyone some, they sat down and waited.
Twenty minutes later Grissom's phone started to vibrate on the table.
It was Greg's caller I.D. Warrick ran to Archie and asked for trace on Grissom's phone. Grissom waited a few seconds for the thumbs up from Warrick.
"Grissom." Grissom answered.
"Ah Grissom. I have decided to move our deadline up a bit." Came the reply. Grissom frowned as Warrick waved his hand indicating keep it going.
"What happened to 48 hours?" Grissom asked a bit confused.
"I'm getting bored with this project. You have 24 hours to release them or you can search for Greg's body in the desert. But I'm sure you don't want to do this?" The amused reply came back.
"Fine where do you want to trade?" Grissom asked impatiently. This trace was taking way to long.
"Who said anything about a trade? You release them, they call me and I'll release Greg in a public place for him to get help." Grissom blinked.
"How do I know you just won't kill him?" Grissom asked. Catherine gasped and Sara put her arm around Catherine shoulders and put her other hand on Nick's arm.
"If you are not willing to trust as I say Mr. Grissom then maybe I should hang up now." The angry reply came through.
"Fine, but if he isn't alive when we get to him, you're friends are going back to jail for an even longer term." Grissom heard a thump and then silence.
"Fine, Grissom. Deal." The reply finally came. Hodges ran in yelling that he got DNA. Grissom glared at him, Nick stood up and ran over to Hodges putting a hand over his mouth.
"Deal then." Grissom agreed before dial tones started. Grissom put the phone down and looked up at Hodge.
"What the hell was that?" Grissom asked angrily. Grissom rarely got mad, so this spooked Hodge out a bit.
"I, uh, I got DNA of the letter and I thought it was important and I didn't know you were on the phone. Sorry Grissom." Hodges rushed.
Grissom shrugged.
"So, the DNA then Hodges?" Grissom asked impatiently.
"It belongs to a Renaldo Malinsky. I checked his records, we arrested his brother, Mickel, a few years ago."
Warrick came running in.
"We traced the call, the address is…." The receptionist bustled in leading a boy in front of her by his shoulders.
"Tell Grissom what you were told to say." She urged the boy. The boy looked at Grissom nervously.
"It's okay." Grissom soothed. The boy nodded.
"Give the letter to a Mr. Gil Grissom, CSI graveyard shift, its urgent. Greg's life depends on it." The boy said. Grissom nodded and smiled and took the letter from the young boy.
"Thank you," Grissom looked up at the receptionist. "Vicky, take him downstairs, ring his parents and get him some food and drink while we wait for his parents." Vicky nodded and led the boy out of the room.
Grissom opened the letter. He looked up at everyone. He cleared his throat and read.
"Sorry about taking Greg, me and my friend didn't want to hurt him, since we have been paid and we are in the wind we decided to give you the kids location and the boss's name.
The boss is Mickel Malinsky, his address is 987Freewater Avenue.
We never meant the kid harm. We are sorry." Grissom finished and looked up. Warrick nodded.
"That's the address the call came from." Warrick said.
Grissom stood up.
"Call Brass and let's go."
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Greg sat at the window and watched cars go past on the busy road.
'I could try signaling, but if Mickel catches what I'm doing I'm a dead guy.' Greg thought as he tried to think of ways out of here.
Greg was just about to move to the bed when he saw police cars coming down the road, lights flashing, his hope rose as he saw the cars the CSI's use coming up close behind the cop cars.
Greg grinned when he saw them pull in and Grissom, Warrick, Nick, Catherine and Sara step out. They were met by Brass.
Greg heard the lock click and whipped around to look at the door. Mickel came in armed with a handgun.
Greg moved back against the wall. Mickel walked over and grabbed Greg. He held Greg in front of him and held the gun to Greg's head. Greg closed his eyes and gulped.
After what seemed like forever but it was only two minutes, he heard a bang from downstairs followed by yells of.
"LVPD."
He heard all these feet thundering upstairs and saw the door getting pushed open slowly. Brass walked in first gun held high, followed by Grissom and everyone else. They lowered their guns when they saw Greg with a gun to his head.
"No one move or Greg's brains are going everywhere." Mickel warned.
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Another Chapter go me, I thought another cliffy would be suitable, yay they have found Greg's locations, but does it end here?
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Sorry it took so long to update but Taekwondo and more assignments are keeping me busy.
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HGP