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Spoilers: Any Episode that has been shown in the US.
A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers. You guys rule! Again, apologies for the cliffhanger, but my time is limited. To make up for it I try to update at least once a day.
Horatio watched as Cooper worked to use GPS to find Greg's phone. Caine knew they had probably ditched it, but at least it would give them a direction. He wasn't even sure it help all that much, but it was better than waiting for the message.
Across the room, Ryan and Eric were watching the tapes pulled from surveillance. "That van has circled the block at least ten times." Ryan noted. The vehicle in question was a white van that looked like every other van in Miami.
"It's probably our vehicle." Eric agreed. After a few more moments of tape, they saw Greg leaving the building. Ryan and Eric watched him walk over to the sidewalk and reach into his pocket, pulling out a small, silver and white object. "Looks like an iPod." Eric guessed.
Suddenly, the van entered the frame again. It stopped, and two masked men jumped out. They saw Sanders hit one of them with the same hand that was clutching the iPod, then freeze moments after the other had slipped behind him. The iPod fell out of his hand, forgotten as Ryan and Eric saw a look of in fear Greg's eyes. The man stepped back, and the two of them caught a glimpse of the item that had frightened the young CSI so badly. One of the men had been brandishing a gun. They watched as he hit Greg with the muzzle and put his unconscious body in the van.
"So, have you two found anything?" Ryan jumped, seeing Calligh standing behind him.
"Don't do that." Ryan muttered. He hated it when people snuck up on him.
"Well, we've got the kidnapping on tape, but even that give us a lot to work with."
"Have Jack run the plates of the vehicle. They turned at the sound of Horatio's voice. "Did you and Sara find anything?" Lt. Caine knew they had to work fast to find Sanders while he was still alive to find.
"We have shoe prints and Greg's iPod. There was blood on it." Calligh said. "Sara's is taking it to DNA."
"Good. It's from one of the kidnappers. Sanders managed to get a punch off before they pulled a gun." Ryan told Calligh.
"That's what Sara thought." Calligh answered him.
They heard footsteps as Sara herself entered the lab. "Any word yet?"
Caine shook his head. "We're working on it. They haven't contacted us again."
Sara nodded, hoping that her friend and partner was still alive. Caine looked at her. "You okay?"
Sara looked at him. "I'll be a lot better when we find him."
Greg felt the van stop after driving for what seemed like hours. He had been fighting with the rope on his wrists for a while, but he couldn't tell if it was wishful thinking that if actually felt looser. By now his wrists were starting bleed, but he didn't say anything, afraid his captors would notice what he had been doing.
One of the men went back over to him. "Get up," he ordered. Sanders scrambled to obey, but without the use of his hands he failed. The man growled and roughly yanked him to his feet, nearly dislocating his shoulder in the process.
""Hold still." Sanders did what he was told, hoping to avoid further injury. Suddenly, the world front of him disappeared as someone tied a bandana over his eyes. Great. Now I've been kidnapped, and can't see.
Greg heard Tim's voice in his ear. "And how do think you're going to escape wit that attitude." Greg sighed and braced himself for the next order.
"Move," other voice shouted. It sounded female to Greg. That surprised him, though he wasn't sure why.
"Sorry, Savannah, but I can't see where I'm going." Greg shouted back at her. This earned him a smack from one of the abductors.
"Shut up!" Sanders heard footsteps, and found himself being pulled along. He offered a shark toothed grin in the direction Savannah's voice had come from.
"They're going to find me." He laughed. "And put you jokers in jail." Greg spat, wishing he were as brave as he sounded.
The only response he got was another blow to his head. Greg heard a large, heavy door open. He was lead through, and it slammed behind him, echoing loudly. Wherever they were had a musty smell to it, like no one had been there in a long a time. Sanders sneezed, the dust irritating his allergies.
They continued forward, and then turned left. Greg noted they must be in large room because their footsteps echoed. Maybe it's an abandoned hotel or something.
They reached a flight of stairs, but nobody bothered to tell Greg. He tripped, and landed awkwardly on his ankle. A solid kick to the ribs drove him to feet, despite the pain in his leg. He limped down the rest of the stairs.
After a few more minutes of walking, they let go of him. Sanders dropped to his knees. Hearing nobody demand he get up, he settled on the floor and continued to fight with the rope that bound him.
About fifteen minutes later, he heard Savannah speak to him. "We're going to send your friends a greeting. Why don't you say hello?" Greg figured they must be taping him.
He quickly started to tell them what he could about the location, but was stopped when he was hit hard with an old baseball bat.
"Now, we can't have any that." Her voice sounded distant. Greg just lay where he had fallen, fighting back the pain from the blow. He was also fighting memories, seeing that dark alley again. He was being dragged out of a truck…
Tim shivered, feeling Sanders' thoughts. This must've been part of what the CSI didn't want to share. "Greg…" he tried to get his friend to focus, snap out of it.
Hearing Tim, Greg forced the memories aside. "I …" he wasn't sure how to explain what Speed had just heard."
"We're going to get out of this." Speed stated. Greg nodded, getting back to work at rope.
Back at the lab, the laptop beeped, startling Horatio and his team. Cooper immediately played the message. A short video played, showing a scared, blindfolded Greg.
"Guys, I think I'm at" he was cut off as a man swung the baseball into his ribs.
Sara couldn't take it anymore. She walked out of the room, fighting back tears. Lt. Caine noticed and followed her out into the hall.
"Ms. Sidle?" Horatio tried to get her attention.
Sara looked up at him. "What? Are just gonna tell me we'll find him and it all be okay?" she snapped. Sara was getting sick of hearing that.
Horatio didn't respond. Sara stopped, realizing that she had just yelled at him for trying to help. "Sorry. I'm just…"
Horatio smiled at her. "Upset because a good friend of your is in trouble, and we're stuck waiting for them to call?" he said.
"I hate waiting."
"I need you to stay focused. He needs you to be able help."
Sara looked up at him, feeling a little better. "Thanks." She said. They went find Greg.
A/N: Long chapter! Please review and let me know if you think that last bit is a little OOC. Thanks again to reviewers, and if you didn't review, thanks for at least reading.