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Spoilers: Any episodes that have aired in the US.
A/N: Really sorry about the lack of updates, the document manger thingy wasn't cooperating with me. It's working again, so hope I can finish the story soon. Thank you to my reviewers, I haven't forgotten you. Again, sorry about the lack of updates. The very end of the last chapter was mostly H being H. Hope it doesn't seem out of character for Sara to be so upset that she had to leave.
Horatio looked at Cooper. "Return the message, they should send us a location soon." He paused. "Have you gotten anywhere with Greg's cell phone?"
Instead of answering in words, Cooper brought up a map. "This where the last signal came from. The phone isn't working anymore."
"They probably tossed it out of the vehicle. Must've broken on impact." Eric said.
Calligh was optimistic, at least. "That gives us a direction in look in."
Sara looked at the map. "Not a hell of a lot there. Mostly old hotels." A cell phone rang, making them all jump.
Ryan grabbed his phone. "Wolfe." There was a pause, and then he said, "Thanks for trying."
"That was Jack. The plates on the van came back stolen, but he put a broadcast out."
"So we've got another dead end. Great." Sara was getting frustrated when her cell went off. She saw that it was Grissom calling her and walked away to update him, but Sara knew that by the time he got there, it would be too late to help.
Meanwhile, Greg was positive the ropes binding his hands really were getting looser. He was also fairly certain that the injury to ankle was worse than he had first thought. It throbbed painfully, and he didn't even want to think about the possibility of cracked ribs. Just breathing hurt.
The rope holding his wrist together was now slick with blood. His abductors seemed to be otherwise engaged, and Greg knew Speed would warn him if they headed in his direction. Suddenly, he felt knot that he'd been fighting with for while loosen a little bit, and then it came undone. He shifted, ready to make a run for it, but Tim stopped him. "Somebody's coming."
Greg froze, hearing heavy footsteps coming in his direction. The guys that had grabbed him were a lot bigger then he was, but if he caught one by surprise, he may have a chance.
He lay still; hoping is captor would assume that he had passed out. Greg heard the footsteps getting closer. "Now!" Speed's voice in his ear ordered.
Greg charged in the direction the footsteps were coming from, pulling his hands free as he did so. He felt something solid in his way, and pushed it down with everything he had.
The object gave a startled grunt as Greg felt it fall. He pulled the blindfold off to find himself staring a young man roughly twice his size. He remembered hearing a gun fall down with the young man. Greg glanced down and grabbed it. The gun felt cold and unnaturally heavy in his hand.
Greg looked a the young man again. The kid closed his eyes, clearly expecting Greg to shot him. The thought hadn't even crossed Greg's mind. He had only taken the gun as a precaution against the weapon being used on him.
When the kid realized that Greg was not going to put a bullet in his head, he opened his eye, asking why without saying a word. Tim interrupted his thoughts. "You know he's going to tell the others where you are."
Greg looked at Tim. "Then we better move fast." He stuck the heavy revolver the kid had been carrying in his belt and experimentally put some weight on his sore ankle. The constant throbbing became an explosion of pain as it refused to hold his weight. Fuck, There's no way I can run.
He looked at the young Mela Noche again. "¿Tienes un teléfono de la célula?" he asked. Do you have a cell phone? Sanders had picked up a lot of Spanish when he was growing up in Southern California.
"Sí. Aquí está." Yes, here it is. The boy reached into his pocket and handed it to him.
Greg quickly asked one more question. "¿Se arman el otros?" Are the others armed?
"Sí, y ellos me buscará pronto." Yes and they will be looking for me soon.
With his head aching, Greg thanked him and limped away, hoping he still had time to make a quick call before the others found him. He tied up the young man before taking a good look at his surroundings.
They were in a dark, musty basement. It was fairly large, but Greg saw a staircase not to far away from where he standing. He hobbled over to it, but stopped when he heard voices coming from the floor above.
"¿Cuál es tomándolo tan largo?" What's taking him so long? The first voice sounded like Savannah. Greg was fairly certain she was the murderer, and really didn't want to attract her attention. Speed looked at Greg. The young CSI was obviously trying to think of a plan that didn't involve getting caught and shot by the people waiting upstairs.
Greg shuffled over to other side the basement, away from the voices and the kid who had clearly been sent to bring him upstairs. He briefly reassessed the situation. They obviously needed him alive for some reason, so he doubted they'd want to shoot him just yet.
"Which won't stop them from hurting you when they find you." Tim knew Greg wasn't going to get out of here on that ankle. He just hoped Horatio and the team could find Greg before this got too much worse. "You gonna call the team, or just wait 'till they find you and make sure you don't escape again."
Greg reached for the phone and dialed Sara's number.
Just when Sara got off the phone with a very worried entomologist, it rang again. She didn't recognize the number and irritably answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Sara!!!" She heard Greg shout her ear. He sounded relieved.
"Greg, are you okay? Where are you?" She hurried back into the A/V to see if they could get a trace on the call. "Greg? Keep talking." Sara said, mostly for Cooper's benefit. He immediately started tracing the call.
"I'm more or less okay, but my head kinda hurts, probably cracked a few ribs, and I think I might've broken my ankle falling down the stairs." Greg stopped, realizing that he was babbling, and he didn't want Sara to worry any more than she already was.
"Where are you?"
"I'm not sure, I'm in a basement, but it's really big, and I think this is a big building, because there was an echo when we walked. It's also really dusty, if that helps."
Sara looked at Cooper, who was getting closer the longer they spoke.
"It sounds like an abandoned hotel. Is there anything else you remember?"
"They blindfolded me when we went in building, so I haven't seen much." Greg sounded apologetic. "Did you guys find my iPod?"
"Greg!!!" Sara wished she could smack him through the phone.
"By the way, Savannah is most likely our murderer, mine too if you don't hurry up, and there are at least two more armed thugs in here somewhere." Greg paused when Speed tried to get his attention.
"They seem to have found the guy you tied up for them." He had seen the others approach from other side of the basement.
Sara was worried when she heard nothing on the end of the phone for a few seconds. "Greg…"
"Sorry, still here, but not for much long—" Then Sara heard the phone drop to the floor before she lost the signal completely.
Sara helplessly hung up the phone and looked a Cooper. "How close did you get?"
"He should be somewhere around here." Cooper pointed to the map. He circled a small area with a marker.
"And he lost his phone along this road, so he's most likely at the old Flamingo and Gator Hotel." Horatio looked at the map. "But it's still a huge building."
"Greg said he was in the basement."
"All right. Eric, call Jack and have him meet us there."
A/N: Another cliffhanger. I'm evil, I know. But H will come with guns blazing tomorrow anyway. The Spanish is from Google Translation or something, so if that's not right, that would be why. Please Review! I may update faster if you do.