Nick stirred slightly as the gunmen continued to yell at each other, blaming each other about who got them into this. Nick slowly raised his head and look towards the counter where the other hostages were. Nicks heart raced when he couldn't see Greg. The other hostages stared at him sadly.
Nick slowly, looking at the gunmen, moved himself closer to the hostages.
"Where's the young kid with the spiky hair gone?" Nick whispered, glancing at the gunman. The hostages looked down at the floor except for one that gazed at Nick sadly.
"They went through the wallets and found the kids' I.D., they went to the door and yelled they had a CSI and if they came close the kid will die," The woman whispered to Nick, Nick's heart froze.
"Where is Greg now?" Nick whispered scared. The young woman smiled at him sadly.
"They moved him behind the counter." Nick almost sighed with relief, Greg wasn't dead, well that he knew anyway. Nick collapsed back on the floor. The first gunman looked over and saw Nick had moved a few inches.
He walked over and tapped Nick in the side with his foot.
"Are you a CSI too? Or are you just mates with a CSI?" The gunman asked. Nick looked up at him wearily.
"What do you think dumbass?" Nick asked. The gunman glared at Nick in anger and walked away in anger. Nick breathed out but quickly gasped angrily when the gunman went behind the counter. The gunman bent over and yanked something up. Nick heard the muffled yell and whimper as the gunman dragged Greg out from behind the counter by his hair. Greg tried to push himself along with his bound feet.
The gunman dropped Greg to the floor.
Nick stared at Greg as he tried to push himself off the floor. The gunman pulled Greg up so he was sitting. Greg refused to look at Nick in the eyes.
"Greg?" Nick asked quietly. "Are you okay?" Greg looked at Nick frightened, his eyes red and tearstained. Nick looked at his miserable friend and then at the floor.
'Why why why why did I bring him here? Why didn't I just leave him at the lab?' Nick blamed himself furiously. The gunman put his gun to Greg's head. Greg shut his eyes tight. Nick stared at the gunman with a look of horror and anger.
"Well are you a CSI or not?" The gunman asked again, cocking his gun. Greg flinched at the sound.
"What didn't you check my wallet?" Nick asked slowly. The gunman stared at Nick. The other gunman's phone rang. He answered. The gunman holding Greg looked over at his mate.
His friend was listening intently. He looked over at the gunman holding Greg and beckoned him over.
The gunman dropped Greg and walked over to his friend. Nick shuffled forward and pulled the tape off Greg's mouth. Greg fell forward so his head was resting on Nick's shoulder. Nick pulled the tape off Greg's jumper and his ankles. Greg sobbed quietly. Nick put an arm around him, trying to comfort him.
"I'm so sorry." Greg's voice sobbed, muffled. Nick hugged him.
"It's not your fault Greg, if anything it's mine, I brought you here." Nick whispered in his ear. Greg shook his head.
"It's not your fault, you were trying to help me get my mind off Mic…him and what happened this morning, you didn't know this place was going to get hit for robbery." Greg said. He sat up and smiled slightly at Nick. Nick looked at the tears now sliding down his cheeks. Greg rubbed his eyes, his jumper going past his wrists. Nick grabbed Greg's arm and looked at his infected wrists.
"Greg, it's been 6 months, why haven't these healed yet?" Nick asked. Greg looked at Nick.
"The rope," Greg swallowed. "The doctors think that the rope may have contact with the drugs Mickel was making and the stuff inside it is preventing my wrists from healing." Nick shook his head and let go of Greg's wrists.
Greg looked at the gunmen, they were both listening to the person calling them. Nick heard a bit of the conversation and was glad Greg didn't hear it.
"You mean the kid with the spiky hair? .... Yeah he is with another guy, the kid called him Nick…. You get us out of here you can have them both, we just want the money." Nick's heart raced as he heard that.
'Who is trying to get us?' Nick thought.
The gunman came over and put the phone on loud speaker.
"Someone wants to talk to you two CSI's."
Greg and Nick looked at him and at the phone he was holding.
"They're listening." The gunman said.
There was silence for a few moments, but it seemed to drag on forever.
"Hello Greg, long time no see and to you too CSI Nick Stokes, I knew you wouldn't be far from Greg after our little… time together." Greg was shaking as Mickel was calmly talking to him.
"What the hell do you want with him Mickel?" Nick demanded. There was slight laughter on the other end.
"Haven't you already guessed? Well I thought you were much much smarter than that Nick," Mickel sighed "But Greg escaped me… No one has ever managed to ever live after they have… lets put it like this… Greg escaped, he is the first person ever to escape me after I've tortured them and made demands… even when the demands are met they die… You… You Nick Stokes helped Greg escape and I can't just move on knowing Greg is still breathing… still solving cases I've made, so I'm getting Greg, getting my demands met then I'm going to enjoy torturing Greg for awhile then I'm going to end his sad little life. Is that clear enough?" Mickel laughed.
"You're never getting Greg, not when I'm protecting him Mickel." Nick threatened. Silence on the phone.
"Yes I thought about that, but I have been close at getting Greg if you remember? No… The CSI garage perhaps? Ha…Ha…Ha…" Nick looked at Greg then at the floor ashamed. Greg grabbed Nick's shoulder.
"It isn't your fault Nick!" Greg said. "The garage is supposed to be secure, only CSI's can get into the car park, you weren't to know!" Nick continued looking at the floor.
"Damn it Nick! Stop blaming yourself!" Greg burst out thumping the floor with his fist. Nick looked up alarmed. Greg glaring at him.
"Stop it Nick, it isn't helping anyone." Greg muttered angrily. Nick smiled at Greg.
"You idiot." Nick said pushing Greg's shoulder a bit. Greg grinned at him.
"How touching… I think I may vomit." Mickel's voice came over the phone. Nick and Greg glanced at in surprise. They forgot he was on the phone.
The café phone rang.
"Oh great that will be the negotiators. Tell them you're sending a friend to pick you guys and two hostages up, no one is to follow the car or track it or the hostages will die and when you get far enough away and your confident no one is following you, you will let the hostages go. Got it?" Mickel ordered over the phone. The gunmen nodded.
"Yeah we got it."
"Then answer the bloody phone." Mickel growled. The smallest gunman, who likes to point guns at people, answered the phone and said word for word what Mickel told him to say.
"And bound and gag the CSI's." Mickel's voice floated lazily over the phone.
"Tell the negotiators I'll be there in 3." He told the gunman on the phone to the negotiators.
The gunman relayed his message and hung up the phone. The big gunman grabbed the duct tape and bound Nick's and Greg's hands behind their backs and then taped their mouths. He left the feet free. The gunman turned around to talk to the smaller gunman. Nick looked at Greg who was looking depressed.
'I can't let him go through this again, I have to do something!" Nick thought frantically. Nick looked at his feet then at the gunman in front of him.
Nick kicked the gunman in the back sending him flying into the other gunman. Nick stood up and tried to get the other hostages to move. They did. They ran out the door, Greg and Nick behind them.
The gunmen quickly got back on their feet, after they untangled each other. One grabbed Nick while the other lunged for Greg. Greg was out of the door but was tripped as the gunmen grabbed his ankle. Greg was dragged back into the café. Greg kicked out with his free foot, making contact with the gunman's face. A car pulled in front of the café blocking off the police view of the struggle going on and also blocking sharp shooters. Shots started to fire at the car. A man got out and grabbed Greg forcing him into the back of it. The smaller gunman dragged a subdued Nick out of the café. The strange man took Nick and forced him into the back seat next to Greg, the smaller gunman got into the car with the money. The strange man took a gun out of his pocket and shot the tall gunman on the ground, moaning and holding his broken nose. The gunman went limp.
The strange guy smiled and put the gun back into his pocket before jumping in the front seat. The car started as Greg continued to nudge Nick with his shoulder trying to wake him. The car sped away from the café.
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Grissom watched anxiously as the car sped away from the café after watching Greg and Nick get dragged into the back seat of the car.
Nick had called him but had said nothing. Grissom heard demands coming from the background. He knew it was a hold up. So he ran to Archie and demanded a trace on the call. Grissom heard thumps and groans and someone yelling "Nick!" Grissom knew it was Greg. The phone was cut off after a few seconds. Archie shook his head.
"Sorry, I didn't get to trace it." He said sadly. Grissom was shaking.
'Not again, please please no, not again.' Grissom thought frightened.
Sara chose this moment to run in.
"Griss, there's an armed hold up going on at the local café Micalles, the police at the scene have Nicks Denali. Since it's a CSI car they called us straight away." Sara said. Grissom nodded.
"Get the others," Grissom said. Sara nodded and went to leave.
"Um, no need they're already here." Sara said. Grissom looked at the doorway. Warrick and Catherine were standing there all ready in their flak vests.
"So are we going?" Warrick asked.
They arrived at the scene in less then five minutes. It was a short trip but a nervous, tense trip.
They jumped out of the car and walked towards the tape. The cop at the tape shook his head. Grissom showed him his badge. The cop still shook his head.
"Look, I've got two men in there, you let us in to see the guy in charge, got it?!" Grissom ordered.
"Actually it's the chick in charge." A sly voice came over. Grissom looked over.
"Charles let them in, it's alright." She said. The team walked over to her.
"Ruby Clare, I'm the officer in charge of the hold up." She said, smiling slightly, shaking hands with each of the team.
"Gil Grissom," Grissom introduced himself. "This is Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle." Grissom introduced his shortened team, pointing to each in turn.
"Who are your men inside, as far as we knew you only had one guy." Ruby said. Grissom shook his head.
"We have two, Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders." Catherine huddled closer to Warrick when Grissom said Greg's name. Ruby noticed it.
"What's wrong Catherine?" She asked. Catherine looked down, tears starting to flow.
"Greg was kidnapped a few months ago and in the last couple of weeks there have been two attempts to grab him." Grissom filled Ruby in. Ruby shook her head sadly.
"Poor guy," She looked up at Grissom, eyes watering slightly, Grissom liked her. "We are going to do everything we can to make sure they get out of there safely and to make sure Greg doesn't have to go through that again." Catherine and Sara looked at her and hugged her. Ruby smiled.
"C'mon we'll go see what progress they've made."
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