Grissom and everyone else jumped out of the Tahoe and went over to Brass.
"This is the house, heat seekers have found at least 6 people in the house. They are all on the bottom floor except for a figure, who we could hardly see because it is extremely cold, is on the second floor…."
"First room on the left, right?" Nick interrupted. Brass looked at him and nodded.
"Come on, LVPD is about to enter." Brass said motioning them to follow him. The ones that had guns pulled them out and followed closely behind Brass.
The Police departments kicked open the doors yelling.
"LVPD!" Warrick and Nick saw the cops chasing different suspects but the CSI's only had one place to go. They ran upstairs and slowed down when they reached the door. The door was ajar.
Brass motioned for them to follow behind him.
Brass slowly pushed the door open, gun held high. Brass opened the door all the way and stopped. Nick, Warrick, Catherine, Sara and Grissom followed. They stopped when they saw Greg being held by Mickel with a gun to his head. Everyone lowered their guns.
Greg stared at them.
"No one move or Greg's brains are going everywhere." Mickel warned, cocking the gun.
Greg closed his eyes and opened them again. Grissom had gone pale.
"How about you let Greg go and we can talk about this." Grissom managed to say. Mickel grinned and moved the gun to Greg's bare torso. He pushed the gun in between two ribs.
"You don't say anything!" Mickel yelled furiously. Greg winced at the yelling.
"Back out of the room you three." Brass whispered back to Warrick, Catherine and Sara. They slowly backed out and stood outside the room.
Mickel watched them go.
"Now you three, holster your guns." He ordered. Nick and Brass holstered their guns. Grissom didn't have one so he remained still.
"Good. Now, Grissom close the door." Mickel yelled, hiding behind Greg. Greg watched as Grissom shut the door on Warrick, Cath and Sara.
Mickel shoved Greg onto the ground. Greg cried out as he hit the floor and clutched his sides. Grissom made to move but stopped himself. Brass held onto Nick's arm calmly. Nick had tried to go to Greg, who was like a younger brother, but stopped when he felt Brass's hand on his arm.
Mickel's smile faltered. He was looking for an excuse to shoot someone.
'Especially this kid.' He thought, aiming a kick to Greg's side. Greg groaned and grabbed the spot that was kicked. Nick watched anxiously.
"Let's play a little game shall we?" Mickel asked. "I'm going to hurt Greg, to see how long it will take one of you to snap." Greg stared up at Mickel in horror and looked back at Grissom, eyes terrified and threatening tears daring to spill. Grissom stared at Greg apologetically and sadly. Nick stared at Mickel with what could only be described as pure hatred. Brass closed his eyes and looked at Nick, trying to calm him without words.
Mickel watched their expressions with glee.
"For my first test." He said and kicked Greg extremely hard in the back. Greg yelped as he felt something snap and felt pain like a sharp zap going up his spine. Greg rolled over onto his side and tried to curl into a ball.
Mickel watched their expressions go blank. Mickel felt a surge of anger.
'They are supposed to be trying to shoot me, to attack me, to be trying to get this worthless kid back. Why aren't they?!' Mickel thought furiously.
Mickel watched them silently for the next five minutes while Greg was trying not to start sobbing with pain.
'They are right there, why aren't they helping me?!' Greg thought distressed.
Mickel decided to go for the next move.
Mickel kicked Greg onto his back. Greg stared up at him.
"My next test." Mickel said. Nick and Brass looked up at him from Greg. Grissom watched Greg. Grissom knew this test was going to hurt Greg a lot.
"Greg, I want you to look at me." Grissom said softly and crouched down. Greg turned his head and stared at Grissom straight in the eyes. Greg saw his eyes and knew something painful was in store for him.
Mickel glanced at Grissom and smiled.
'Stupid old fool, Greg looking at him isn't going to stop this hurting.' Mickel thought.
Mickel looked down at Greg and stomped down hard on Greg's ankle. Something snapped loudly.
Greg yelled out as he grabbed his ankle. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Nick thumped the wall with his fist, but still made no move.
Mickel glared at them.
'What is wrong with these people? Don't they have feelings for this kid? Protective? Parent?' Mickel thought. He was really starting to lose his temper now.
'Oh well,' He thought. 'I know something that will make them snap.'
Mickel pointed his gun quickly at Greg's knee, the same leg as the broken ankle, and fired. The gunshot rang loudly.
Greg screamed in pain as he felt the searing of the bullet and his kneecap shattering from the force.
Nick went to lunge at Mickel, but Grissom bet him to it. Grissom wrestled Mickel to the ground and was punching him. Mickel laughed and pulled a lighter out of his pocket, lit it and set fire to the bed. The flames spread quickly and the room was soon filled with smoke.
Brass opened the door coughing. Mickel threw Grissom off him and ran out of the door.
Warrick and Sara went after him, but soon lost him in the smoke. The fire was spreading quickly.
Nick pulled Greg up gently and supported his weight off his right leg.
"Oh my god." Catherine said as she saw Greg was bruised and his ankle was pointing out at a weird direction and a bullet hole in his knee.
"Carefully now Greg." Nick said as Grissom stood up and brushed himself off. Everyone left the room quickly as the fire spread rapidly. As soon as they left the room something inside it made in have a small explosion.
"Hurry everyone, get out!" Greg yelled out as he remembered something.
"Greg you gotta go slow, so you don't damage your leg more?" Warrick yelled out, his eyes stinging from the smoke. Greg shook his head.
"This place is a drug lab! I don't know where it is but the chemicals can make this place blow." Greg yelled out over all the noise. Grissom and Nick looked at each other. Nick nodded and scooped Greg up and ran with him down the stairs.
Everyone ran after them, Brass on his radio yelling that everyone get out, the place is a drug lab.
Everyone ran out of the front door and ran a fair distance away. They collapsed on the lawn, coughing from the smoke. Greg and Nick were already on the grass coughing it up.
The EMT's ran over with a stretcher. They carefully got Greg onto it and wheeled him towards the nearest ambulance. Nick, Warrick, Catherine and Sara yelled for everyone to get away from the house.
The police department just got out of range when the house caught fire and exploded. They were safely out of range, so it didn't affect them. The fire department arrived, sirens blaring, to put out what was left of the house. Grissom followed Greg to the ambulance and Nick, Sara, Catherine, Warrick and Brass ran up behind them.
"Who's riding?" The paramedic asked as they loaded Greg into the back of the ambulance.
Everyone looked at each other, then at Grissom.
"Me." Grissom said as he climbed into the back of the ambulance coughing.
"I suggest you guys catch an ambulance too, the smoke inhalation might be extremely bad for you." The paramedic suggested. They nodded and split up into groups to catch separate ambulances. Greg grinned at them before the doors shut.
The sirens started and they started to drive. The paramedic looked Greg over and wrote down his injuries on the clipboard. Greg coughed as the smoke dried his throat. The paramedic handed him and Grissom a bottle of water each. Greg said thanks and opened the bottle quickly. Drinking slowly Greg savored it. It was good to get water from the guys that weren't holding you captive.
Grissom watched Greg drink. Tear tracks running down the sooty face. Greg was injected with morphine for the pain.
The paramedic finally got to his right leg. He cut the jeans up to his knee and gasped.
The bullet wound was still leaking blood and his ankle was throbbing.
"What's happened to you?" The paramedic asked concerned. Greg looked at Grissom.
"He was kidnapped and tortured." Grissom explained. Greg grinned.
"Jeez, when you put it that way it makes it sound 3 times worse." Grissom grinned back.
"Did you get Mickel?" Greg asked suddenly. Grissom looked down at him and shook his head. Greg looked scared.
The paramedic saw the expression to.
"Wanna see what your injuries are?" He asked. Greg nodded enthusiastically and took the clipboard from the paramedic.
Greg whistled as he saw how many broken ribs he had, along with a bullet wound, broken ankle, and some other things Greg couldn't understand.
"Hey Gris, you gotta see this." Greg laughed and handed the clipboard to Grissom. Grissom skimmed over the injuries and handed the clipboard back to the paramedic.
Greg rubbed the bandages on his wrists. He had almost forgotten they were there. The paramedic unwrapped them slowly and frowned at them.
"What?" Grissom asked. The paramedic looked up at Grissom.
"They're infected." Greg and Grissom leaned to look at it. They were oozing some gross stuff, it was red and a bit green and yellowish. Greg grimaced and laid back down.
Greg fell asleep and when he woke up he was in a comfortable hospital bed. He wrists had been re-dressed and his leg was partly wrapped up in plaster and some in bandage. Greg saw everyone outside. They came in to see how he was and in and hour they had left.
Greg went back to sleep and woke up a couple of hours later when a nurse walked in. The nurse smiled sadly at the bruised face that was grinning at her. She handed him and envelope.
"This was just delivered for you." She said "I think it's from one of your friends." She smiled and left the room.
Greg opened the envelope and his heart stopped as he read what it said. Greg reached for his new phone. Greg dialed Grissom's number.
"Grissom, I just got a letter." Greg said, voice shaking.
"It says 'I'm still here and I'm coming for you, you're not safe pipsqueak.'." Greg gulped
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Another chapter, soz I have taekwondo tomorrow, the story is to short to finish.
I have taekwondo tomoz so I wont be writing.
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