Catherine noticed the door to the room closed as she approached it. It had been left open when she left Greg in it. She thought maybe Greg found some behind the door and had closed it to examine it.

She called his name to let him know she wanted to come back in. He did not respond. She called his name again. When he did not respond again she began to worry a bit. She was not sure why, but she had a bad feeling, so she pulled her gun out and held it ready as she opened the door. She also decided to open her cell phone and dial Brass and left it open in her pocket.

She opened it slowly, calling out Greg's name again. It was not until she had fully opened the door that she saw Greg being held with a knife against his throat.

Greg's eyes were staring at her, wide with fear but on his face she noticed a pained look. Then she spotted blood on his still gloved hands and noticed blood on the hands of the large man holding the knife to him.

"Put down the knife or I will shoot," she said, trying to remain calm for her own sake and for the man who was holding Greg hostage.

Ty chuckled. "You'll hit your boy here before you hit me. So why don't you put down your gun and we can discuss how you can help prolong the life of Mr. Sanders here."

Catherine knew he was right. She would not have a clear shot at him, unless he moved Greg out of the way and Greg had no chance of moving, otherwise he'd be cutting his own neck.

She decided to try a different approach. "Greg, are you injured?"

The knife was put against his skin, so that he knew Ty was telling him to stay quiet. So instead of speaking to her, he simply closed his eyes slowly, and then reopened them, as if acknowledging it.

She could not see the injury so it must have been to his backside. She would now see as she gazed down at the ground around their feet, fresh blood. She had hoped the blood on his hands was not his, but now she knew it was.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Ty started speaking again. "I told your boy here earlier to stay quiet or risk his neck. It's good to know he listens well. But if you must know, he does seem to be bleeding a bit back here." He took his free hand and jabbed Greg right on the wound.

Greg could not help but groan out in pain. He closed his eyes a moment feeling his world go unsteady again. He took a couple deep breaths before reopening his eyes and looked at Catherine.

Catherine felt a pang of guilt seeing Greg suffer like he was. It had hardly been a year since he was beaten severely and now this.

"Now why don't you put down that gun and we can start some negotiating," the man grinned evilly at her.

She looked from the killer to Greg. Greg saw her giving thoughts to putting down the gun.

"Don't do it, Catherine. Do not give up your weapon," he said to her, his eyes pleading.

Ty jerked Greg harder against him. "I told you to stay quiet boy."

Catherine looked at Greg, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She was worried about what this crazy man might do to him.

Greg saw her start to lower her gun. "No Catherine! Do not do it. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself."

Catherine could not see but Ty reach into his left pocket with his left hand and pulled out a small pocketknife.

He whispered into Greg's ear. "You are going to regret that, Mr. Sanders."

Greg suddenly felt something sharp against the left side of his back start piercing his skin. He tried gritting his teeth to not scream out in pain, but as the pain ran down his back he could not help but cry out.

Catherine gasped as she saw Greg almost collapse in the man's arms from the pain he was in.

When the man was satisfied with the job he did, he pulled the small knife up to his mouth and licked the blood off it.

Catherine stared in sickened horror at the man. Catherine thought of the other victims that had been tortured and remembered they had been drugged. They were probably luckier than Greg, since he seemed to be totally conscious of what was happening to him.

She could not stand to see Greg hurt anymore. "I'll put my gun down. Just do not hurt him anymore."

Greg was not going to let her become a victim too. "No Catherine, please I am begging you, do not put your gun down. You do not want this to happen to you too." She could tell he was hurting when he said it, but his eyes were determined.

"Greg, no, I will not watch you suffer anymore."

His deep brown eyes pleaded with her. "Cath, think of your daughter. You need to do this for her."

Catherine could not believe his selflessness at a time like this. She almost had tears in her eyes watching him plead with her.

"Greg," she could not say anything else. She just wanted him to understand how she felt.

"No, protect yourself." She watched him as he tried to keep himself still standing up right, with the point of the bowie knife to his throat.

Ty had enough of this punk not listening to him. He took his pocketknife and started another trail down Greg's back, ending it this time with a direct stab into his lower back.

Greg barely made a gasp this time as the overwhelming pain overtook his body.

Catherine watched in horror as Greg's eyes had suddenly flown open widely with a gasp escaping from his lips before they closed and his body collapsed in Ty's arms.

Ty slid down to the ground, still holding onto Greg, making sure Greg was still shielding his own body.

"Now can you please drop your gun and kick it over here before I just simply finish him off by cutting his throat wide open right here in front of you."

Catherine was still trying to recover from her shock. She stared at Greg's limp, but still breathing body.

She finally put her gun onto the floor and kicked it near Greg and his capturer.

Ty smiled at her. "Good! Now I want you to sit down on the floor right where you are at, with your hands in front of you."

Catherine was not sure what his plan was, but now her gun was out of her reach, so she complied.

Ty, seeing as Greg was out cold now, lowered the knife from his neck and then proceeded to come over to where Catherine sat, which was only a few feet away, leaving Greg slumped against the corner wall.

As Ty crawled over to where she sat, Catherine noticed a syringe on the ground a few feet from her. He must have tried to get Greg with it, but Greg must have fought him off, causing the killer to take alternate measures to subdue Greg, hence the stabbing.

As he was right in front of her, she could see all the blood on his hands and it sickened her knowing it was Greg's. She saw him reach into his back pocket and lower the knife he had pointed at her while he got the cable ties out of his pocket. She took this as an opportune time to make her attempt to over take him.

She swung her fist into his face. She made a good impact into his jaw, throwing off his balance. She tried to grab his right wrist to wrestle the knife out of his hand, but he managed to swipe the knife at her arm, cutting her left arm. She yelled out in pain. She clutched it and he reached over and grabbed her wrist and started tying her hands up.

Catherine cursed herself for being so stupid. She knew he was big and would probably be able to overpower her, but she had to try something. She needed to try something else to buy some more time hoping Brass and company would be there soon. They had to have heard what was going on.

"Do you hit Jessica like that," she asked him as he sat her up against the side of the bed frame.

He glared at her. "I have never hit my woman. She never disrespects me."

"Was it your idea or her idea for the murders," she continued on in her risky attempt to question him.

He grunted, not happy with her. "What's with you investigators? The kid was a smart ass with me and now you are asking things I do not want to answer. I am running the show there, not you."

He roughly pulled her closer to him. "Now we do what I say."

He took the bowie knife and pressed it against her cheek. She felt the metal pressing against her face. She glanced over at Greg, who was still out. He was so pale it scared her. She prayed that Brass was going to be there soon.

Ty spoke to her again. "Now, we get down to business after all this bullshit. I want you to call your boss and tell him he has one CSI dying and another one about to unless he gets Jessica Myers released from jail." He picked up the phone next to the bed and told her to dial.

Catherine took the receiver and dialed Grissom's cell number instead of the Crime Lab directly.

"Grissom," he answered in a serious voice.

"Grissom, it is Catherine. We have a situation here." She watched Ty carefully as he prodded her to go on.

"Catherine? Brass and SWAT are on their way. Your phone died on us only about 2 minutes ago. Are you okay?" He spoke rapidly.

"I'm okay, but…" Just then Ty pushed his knife closer into her skin, letting her know to get on with it.

"Um, Greg is badly injured and we both will be killed if Jessica Myers is not released ASAP." She kept her eyes on Ty, seeking his approval in what she was saying. He seemed pleased with that she said.

"Okay, listen, just try to tell him we have to get in touch with the DA and stuff, stall him. Brass should be there any second. How bad is Greg?" She could hear the concern in his voice.

She glanced at him again, no change. "He's bleeding badly and unconscious." Ty pulled the phone away from her. "We'll call you back," he said then hung up. He gave Catherine a threatening glare. She feared what he might do next.

A/N- Oh how I love to do cliffhangers. :)