Have to thank my new BETA Holly for this chapter. Thanks for pulling through for me!
~Hospital~
Police officers and the CSI nightshift were stationed at the hospital talking to staff, and people who were there at the time of Greg's escape. So far, they had nothing, which not only pissed the police officers off but really, really pissed off the CSI'S. No one was more angry then Nick though.
"How the hell can a patient escape and manage to take the security tape to his room? What kind of hospital is this?" Nick roared at a shocked security officer, who was trembling in fear from the overwhelming presence of an angry Texan.
Warrick, Nick's best friend had been watching Nick's interrogation from across the room and when he saw that Nick looked like he was about to start throttling the guard he quickly hurried across the room, managing to drag Nick away from the trembling guard, who looked like he was about to pee his pants.
"I know your pissed and worried man, we all are, but you can't just scare the staff to death and expect answers. You have to follow protocol, and if you're not careful man Griss is going to take you off the case. Hell if I was in charge I would! You're too emotionally involved in this one." Warrick said in a hushed, but still stern voice wanting to make sure that Nick got the point, but not wanting anyone to overhear.
"I can't take this man. Greg is out there somewhere and we have no fucking idea where! He could be dying on the streets right now and we would have no clue! I can't just stand here and do nothing." Nick ran a hand through his cropped brown hair, and tried to even out his breathing, which was proving to be impossible as he was too worked up.
Warrick knew that Nick would be royally pissed, but he wasn't expecting his anger or worry like this. When the rest of the CSI'S had been told that Greg had managed to escape from the hospital and had taken the security tape to his room, they had been pissed, but when they had also been informed that Greg's doctor suspected Greg had been using drugs, their anger had turned to worry.
No one would have guessed the youngest CSI did drugs. Sure he was always hyperactive and loved listening to music at volumes any normal person would have gone deaf, but they always passed it off as; too much caffeine and not being able to get rid of the energy as a young kid, because of an overprotective mother. But never in a million years would they have ever suspected drugs.
Grissom had noticed Nick's giant outburst so when he was finished talking to the head of security he walked over to Warrick and Nick.
"I just spoke to the head of security and they told me that apparently the guard, who was supposed to be watching the security room, had in fact been flirting with one of the nurses. That officer no longer has a job, I may add. He also told me that for every security tape that they have, they also have a copy for security reasons." Grissom grinned at the end. Upon hearing this news, Nick and Warrick were also grinning. Something was finally going their way!
"Sarah is gathering all the tapes as we speak, so once she has them we'll take all our collected evidence we have and go back to the lab to watch the tapes." Grissom informed them.
Sarah appeared a few moments later with a box filled with security tapes. The team looked at her wide-eyed.
"I got all of the security tapes for any of the possible places Greg might have passed or been in." She explained.
"All right then, lets go back to the lab and get to work," Grissom ordered.
~Greg's room~
Greg's room had all the normal necessities one would need to survive, except a window and any real feeling of all of there being life in there.
He sat down on the bed, which looked like it had been stolen from a hobo, with its moth eaten blanket, flattened pillow and a mattress that looked like a dog had gotten a hold of it and used it as a chew toy. Yeah, his dad really loved him, he thought sarcastically.
Before he had been pushed into his room, Korey had handed him some clean street clothes that consisted of a pair of faded blue jeans, a plain blue t-shirt, some socks and some ordinary running shoes.
After changing into his new clothes he had decided to look around. He discovered that he had a bathroom, which looked slightly more welcoming then the bed that lay in the corner. The bathroom had a sink, mirror that opened up into a medicine cabinet that contained a toothbrush, mouthwash and COLGATE toothpaste. In the corner of the bathroom was a shower stall, with a toilet sat beside it.
The floor of the bathroom was tiled with a checkerboard theme, and he couldn't help but feel more work had been put into the bathroom then the actual sleeping area, for whatever reason that made him feel a little uneasy.
While he lay on his rather uncomfortable bed, he looked up at the ceiling and decided that since he didn't have any other means of entertainment; he would count the ceiling tiles. When he became bored of counting in English he moved on to counting in Norwegian.
Just as he was getting to the thousands the door to his room opened. He looked at the door and saw that it Korey. Not really feeling like getting into conversation he looked back up at the ceiling and went back to counting, but was soon interrupted when he heard a scraping sound coming towards him. He looked back at the door and saw Korey dragging a metal chair towards his bed.
"What do you want now Korey? I'm a little busy at the moment and I don't really feel like conversing." Greg said, not trying to hide his annoyance at all. He wanted her to just go away and leave him alone.
That was obviously not going to happen, because he heard the creaking of the chair and she stood up on it. His eyes widened when he saw her face covering half of the tiles he was currently counting.
When he had finally had enough of her staring, and way past his personal space he exploded.
"What!" He exclaimed.
Korey calmly lowered herself back into her chair and crossed her legs.
"Just trying to see the resemblance." She shrugged her shoulders and put on what he assumed was her thinking face, which was to scrounge up her forehead and put her lips in a frown.
"Did you find any?" Greg asked.
"Yes as a matter a fact I did. You both have the same sandy blond hair, lip shape, eye color and you both have extremely large quantities of personal space and you will blow a gasket if anyone crosses through the thresh hold of said space." She concluded.
Greg looked at her flabbergasted, having no idea what to say to that other then…
"Thanks…I think." He finally replied.
"Your welcome!" She cheerfully replied, standing up from her chair.
What was this chick bi-polar? When he first came here Korey had come off as a total bitch, but now it felt like Greg was talking to his female counterpart, only this one seemed a little more hyped up on sugar and had a tendency to get in other people's personal space.
A few minutes went by and when Korey made no notion of leaving soon, he asked her if there was anything else Korey wanted.
"Actually, I'm here to give you this." She reached into her pocket and took out another shot similar to the one Greg was already receiving, but this one had a purple greenish fluid in it.
This gave her Greg's complete attention.
"What is it with you guys and shots?" He exclaimed, sitting up in bed.
"Sorry Greg, I know they're getting tiresome, but I'm afraid when you wake your going to wish you were receiving another shot." Before Greg could question what she meant, she plunged the shot into his neck. Unable to keep the cry of pain in, Greg jerked his head away, which only resulted in him banging his head against the wall and giving himself a headache.
The drug he had been given was strong, that he was sure of. His vision started to swim and his headache went away, replacing it with a lightheadedness feeling.
"Just lay back Greg, wouldn't want you getting hurt before we even start." Greg could faintly hear Korey say.
He subconsciously did just that, and laid his head down on the now very comfortable pillow. Right before he passed out he saw the blurry images of two more people standing over him.
~Archie's AV lab~
They had gone through over six hours of security footage and still had nothing. After watching the footage of Greg's room about six times and finding nothing they gave up and started looking at the other footage.
It was when they had finished watching the last tape that Nick snapped.
"How the hell can there be absolutely no sign of him? I mean come on he couldn't have just vanished into thin air! It just doesn't make sense." In a fit of rage Nick grabbed hold of Archie's BATTLESTAR GALATICA coffee mug and hurled it across the room, where it smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces as it made contact with the wall.
Everyone was too shocked to say anything, even the great Grissom who could witness someone being shot in the head and still have something to say about it, but witnessing one of his own CSI'S going off like, just stunned him, what stunned him even more was that it was Nick Stokes.
Warrick was the first to come out of his shocked state. He firmly grabbed Nick by the upper arm, having to avoid a punch to the face by a hyped up on adrenaline Texan. Facing that problem, he was forced to compel Nick's arm behind his back and slam him up against the wall.
"You need to calm down man! Breaking things and assaulting colleagues isn't going to get Greg back any faster!" He practically growled at him, annoyed and alarmed that this was the second time he had to restrain Nick from doing something that could make him lose his job.
"If I let you go you have to promise me that you're not going to do anything stupid." Warrick compromised.
Nick pressed his forehead against the wall, breathing in heavily, taking his time to calm down before he answered his best friend.
"Okay." He relented.
Warrick released his arm and backed away from Nick. Nick backed away from the wall and turned around while rubbing his sore arm. He looked up from the floor and into the eyes of his colleagues. All of them were showing concern and worry. But the eyes he was most reluctant to meet were Grissom's. When he finally found the courage he also found the courage to speak.
"Don't take me off the case Griss. I know I'm emotionally involved, but I have to be a part of this. I have to help you find Greg and bring him back." Nick begged.
Grissom took a few steps towards Nick until he was standing in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm not going to take you off the case…yet, but if you do something like this again, I will. I know Greg is a very close friend of yours, he's very important to all of us, but you can't let your emotions get the better of you." Without taking his hand off Nick's shoulder he turned to the others.
"I want you to look through the tapes again and see if we missed anything." He turned back to Nick
"You and I are going to finish this discussion in my office." He sternly told him, before taking his hand off his shoulder and walking out of the lab. Nick sighed before walking out of the room after him.
~Somewhere in the sanctum~
When Greg started to come to, his head was killing him and his vision was like looking through water.
"What the fuck did you give me?" he asked groggily.
"A serum that will possibly activate a gene in your body that will awaken an extra ability." Said a familiar voice.
"With all the crap you've thrown at me, I'm beginning to wonder if you're taking the term 'tough love' a little too far." He slowly managed to lift his neck, which felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and looked at his father, who he could just make out, was sitting in a chair in front of him.
"Yeah well, when it comes to you kid, your mother was the pushover and worrywart and I was the disciplinary one." George chuckled.
Greg's vision was becoming clearer and the weight of his neck had returned to normal, so he was able to look around the room. He realized with absolutely no humor that he was still in the room he had been assigned as his sleeping quarters.
"How do you plan on seeing if I even have a second ability?" Greg asked with a much clearer voice.
"Well I'm afraid that's the part where Toby comes in." Greg heard the door opened and looked up to see Toby entering with a paper bag.
"Let me guess. I'm about to get my ass kicked?" George hung his head guiltily then looked back up at his son.
"It's the only way to tell I'm afraid. By putting your body through stress we're hoping that it will trigger the inactive gene in you to defend yourself." George stood up from his chair and walked towards the door, but before he left he turned back to Greg.
"I'm sorry son." He said sorrowfully, before he exited the room.
Greg heard the click of the door then looked up at Toby's emotionless face and in that instant accepted the fate he was given.
"Let's get started."
Toby walked over to Greg and set his bag of goodies down on the chair, George had previously been occupying.
"So Toby, I was just wondering do you ever speak or did you have some freak accident where you had your tongue cut out?" Greg asked. When he received no answer he figured he wasn't going to get any answers out of the guy. So he remained silent.
He watched as Toby towered over him and out of nowhere Greg was knocked out of his chair by a violent punch across the face. Greg could practically feel his lips split and the blood was dribbling down his chin in a small threadlike manner.
Before Greg could get his bearings Toby lifted him up by the collar and slammed him up against the nearest wall. His beating continued from there. He received multiple punches to his back and all the while he cried out in pain, begging for Toby to stop, knowing that he wouldn't be freed from this torture.
When that did nothing Toby dragged a beaten and almost passed out Greg to the chair and sat him down in it. Greg was too tired and dazed to get back up from the chair and could only watch as Toby took out some ropes and tied Greg down with them. He then returned to the bag. Greg couldn't see what he was rooting around for until Toby turned around and he saw that he was holding knuckledusters. Greg internally groaned.
Greg could only watch as Toby slid the knuckledusters on pounded them together once to reverberate a clang through the room. Not wanting to have to watch, Greg closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come.
As expected it came as a complete surprise. A harsh metallic blow bit into his face, followed by another to his gut. Blow after blow caused a deep tingling sensation in his brain, one that was most similar to a headache.
No longer being able to hold back his cries he let loose one that could shake a house's structure. As he cried he felt as though a huge wave of power was flowing out of him.
When his screams died out he noticed that the blows had stopped coming. He opened his eyes and was amazed at what he saw, the room was a complete mess not only that, but Toby was lying on the floor unconscious from what Greg suspected was a bonk on the head from the floor. He looked around the rest of the room and saw that the chair and bag that he previously been in front of him, was now lying on the floor and the contents of the bag strewn about the room.
The door opened and George walked back into the room with a smile on his face.
"Telekinesis, wasn't expecting that." George walked around Toby's body and picked up the chair that had been thrown across the room, then sat down in the chair across from Greg.
"We're going to have to work on controlling this new ability of yours." George said.
"And the fun just keeps on coming." Greg muttered.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If u want more your going to have to review!