A/N: Thank you to all for the awesome reviews. The answers that you all gave me match my own guesses, for the most part. Some of the comments I had to the story itself were almost shocking. I knew, deep done, that this story would attract sickos and perverts but come on... 'Get on with Grissom being raped'???????? OK, OK, yes... that did make me laugh:D Hang on... *pant pant pant* Still working in the shadow dwellers:D And don't think that a certain someone from down under can get away from her W.I.T.C.A. initiation.

I can never thank JellyBeanChiChi enough for all of the help that she has given to me. You rock and I am still JEALOUS!!!!!!!!

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

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Nick took speeding to an excess as he drove down the seemingly abandoned stretch of road. Greg sat in the passenger's seat with his cell to his ear, maintaining an open line with Warrick who was waiting with Jim on the tow truck and police cruisers. Both men were worried for their boss but Greg was more so. He had seen what Shelling could do first hand and had a good idea of what his mentor was walking into.

Nick pulled his SUV to a fast stop, making Greg grab the dashboard. "What the hell, man?!" Greg yelled.

"Skid marks." Nick nodded towards the road and Greg looked at what his friend saw.

The two men climbed out of the SUV and inspected the black marks on the tarmac. As they widened their search they found the skid marks that Gil had produced when he pulled his car to a stop. Greg called to Nick when he found their boss's footprints in the loose dirt and they followed them to the porch of the abandoned fuel station. They hoped to find a note or something but were dejected when they found nothing. Nick took the phone from Greg as the younger man continued his search.

"He was here, Warrick," Nick said into the phone. "But I can't see anything about where he went." Nick noticed if he walk further north there was crackling and he would almost lose the call. The cell range was precarious here.

"Well, maybe he just went north," Warrick said.

Nick looked on the horizon. About 75 yards ahead the main drag was intercepted by another county road. "I don't know Warrick," Nick said sadly, "He could have gone east or west from here."

"WAIT A SEC!" Greg called. "Over here!"

Nick ran to Greg to see what he had found. The two of them stared down into the dirt to read the letters G-P-S. Nick relayed the finding to Warrick.

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"What?" Warrick replied. Jim looked at him, so Warrick repeated the information. "Grissom wrote the letters G-P-S in the ground."

Jim looked dumbfounded then quickly ran to his car, which was about to be towed from the scene. Warrick ran after him and tried to talk to Nick on the phone, but the static became fierce then the call ended. Jim got to the driver of the tow truck and flashed his badge for him to stop. "BRING IT DOWN!" He yelled to the driver, who lowered vehicle for Jim to inspect.

"Rick, help me look for a GPS. Shelling must have put one on my car," Jim said and he looked under the vehicle.

"We find that GPS, we might be able to take it to the lab and see where the signal came from," Warrick said as he looked too.

"Let's hope so. Hopefully, Shelling is still tracking us."

Though out of contact with their colleagues Nick and Greg decided to search the area one last time before giving up and going back to the lab.

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Shelling dragged Gil up the stairs. Gil's knee felt like it was on fire as sharp pains shot through his leg. He tried to keep his footing but while Shelling held the chain that connected the hand cuffs he pulled up on the links so that his captive remained in a strappado position as he struggled to crawl up the stairs. When he slowed too much for his captor's liking, Shelling pulled up on his cuffs, causing excess strain on Gil's shoulders. A number of times he muffled screams of pain, but most times his cries and grunts at the roughness escaped his mouth and made Shelling smile with satisfaction.

They reached the top of the stairs and Shelling continued to drag him down the hall. When Gil fell on his face Shelling gave his arms a good pull, almost pulling them up over his head. Gil panted for breath as he felt muscles and tendons in his shoulders being torn and tried, unsuccessfully, not to make a noise from the added pain. Shelling pulled him back onto his feet and let him walk upright to the end of the hall where he opened the door on the very end and pushed Gil inside.

Gil's knees gave out and he hit the floor hard, landing with most of his weight on his injured left knee. His scream became choked and he gasped for air as a fresh wave of pain threw him into agony all over again where he lay face down on the floor. Shelling laughed as he pulled Gil up to his knees and grabbed his hair yanking it painfully so he looked in the direction Shelling desired. What Gil saw was Sara laying on the bed, spread eagle, with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the posts.

He struggled against Shelling to get to her but his captor held him firm. "You want your slut, Gilbert? Well she's my slut now. I own you, I own your property."

"She's not... property." Gil struggled to speak through his pain as he looked Shelling in the eye.

Shelling punched him twice in the side of the face. "You don't fucking look at me! And you don't fucking talk without my permission!" The blows dazed Gil and he tried to clear his thoughts. "You seem to have forgotten, haven't you, faggot?" Shelling walked over to the dresser and retrieved a a small bow of roach clips from one of the drawers before going back to stand in front of Gil. "Stick out your tongue." He ordered as he held one up and Gil clamped his jaws shut. "You want to be disobedient... than you'll be punished for it."

He pushed Gil back onto the floor and pulled off his shoes before unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. "Get your fucking hands off me!" Gil roared as panic set in with the memories of the last time his pants had been pulled off of him like this.

Shelling drove his fist into Gil's knee and the older man writhed in pain but eventually forced himself to still. Shelling pulled off Gil's pants and boxers then pulled the bowie knife from the sheath in the back of his pants. He cut away Gil's shirt and tossed his tattered clothes aside. He straddled Gil's legs as he sat on them and took a clip from the bowl. He opened the small clamp and scraped its teeth over the skin on Gil's stomach.

"Where should this go? Huh, bitch, where should I put this one?"

He released the clip, letting it bite into the skin covering Gil's battered ribs. The investigator clenched his teeth as Shelling squeezed the clamp, causing blood to ooze from the wound, and Gil's breaths came out in grunts. Shelling took another clip from the bowl and let its teeth graze his victim's skin before clamping it onto his stomach. He took a third and grazed across Gil's sensitive nipple. When he was done he sat back and surveyed his work and the small, silver roach clips that were scattered over Gil's chest and stomach. "This is fun, Gilbert, where else can we put the rest of these?" Gil shook his head as he fought the tears that welled in his eyes and the sobs that involuntarily wracked his body as he was being consumed by his pain. Shelling's eyes fell on his exposed genitals. In all its futility Gil tried not to to make a sound as Shelling gently wrapped his hand around Gil's shaft and stroked it a few times before he began attaching the clips along his exposed penis and scrotum.

Sara lay on the bed and fought her tears as Gil's screams penetrated her very soul. Shelling grabbed Gil's jaw and forced his mouth open. "Stick out your fucking tongue!" He ordered and Gil refused as he was more prepared for this and wanted to fight it although he knew in his heart that he was going to lose. "Stick out you fucking tongue... or I'll start putting them on your slut."

The thought of his beloved being in pain tore at his heart and Gil reluctantly did as he was told as he tried to push aside the the pain that he felt and knew was coming and the memory of having one on his tongue before. "All the way!" Shelling ordered and Gil obeyed. Shelling put the clip on the tip of Gil's tongue and held it out as he added four more around it.

Shelling rolled Gil over with a push of his foot and when he finally lay on his front side the clips were driven deeper into his flesh. Gil writhed in agony as he tried to roll back over but Shelling stopped him when he put his foot on Gil's back and held him down. When he was done he rolled Gil back over and dragged him over to the wall where Sara would have the best view and propped him up so that his head and shoulders were up against the wall but the rest of his body was sprawled out before him. Shelling walked over to the dresser and returned with a rope and stick that may have been a foot long. He talked as he crouched beside Gil, being careful not to block Sara's view, and wrapped the short length of rope around Gil's injured knee before slipping the small loops on each end of the rope over each end of the stick.

"You know, Gilbert, I used to think that my father was a mean bastard." He twisted the stick and the rope tightened on Gil's knee, causing a sharp intake of breath from the sufferer. "But I was wrong," Another twist brought more pain. "He wasn't mean," Another, rough twist and Gil forced himself not to scream but instead it came out in grunts. "He made me who I am." A final hard twist and Gil screamed in agony and as Shelling forced it a little more to a time Gil writhed beneath him.

It took all she had in her not to so much as shed a tear as Sara watched Gil suffer at the hands of that monster. She felt his pain every time he screamed and she would have willingly suffered the roach clips if it meant he didn't have to. She found herself recalling what had happened earlier that evening to bring them to this point.

When Sara was rear-ended while pulling out of the empty parking lot that day she never would have guessed it would have been Reggie Shelling. When she got out to inspect the damage and he removed his sunglasses her heart froze. He had been quick to hit her on the head and catch her before she hit the ground.

Her thoughts were brought back to the present when Shelling stood. "You want to look at me, Gilbert? Then you can watch as I fuck your slut." Gil struggled against his restraints and unsuccessfully tried to push himself off the floor. He screamed incoherently through the roach as he fought the dizziness and nausea that began to overwhelm him and Shelling stopped halfway to the bed. "What's the matter, Gilbert, jealous?" Gil stopped when his tormentor looked back at him. "Do you want to take her place?"

Gil looked at Sara and could not understand the lack of emotion in her features. She passively watched, as if she were watching a movie that held little interest for her. He focused his attention back Shelling when he sharply slapped Grissom across the face.

"I fucking asked you a question!" Shelling straddled Gil's waist and squatted down to look him in the eye. "Do you want to take her place?" Gil quickly cast his eyes down and nodded his head. He reminded himself, once again, that he had to obey this psycho for Sara's sake. "You just can't get enough of it can you?"

Shelling took the roach clips from Gil's tongue and Gil noted the coppery taste in his mouth. He stood and pulled a ring gag from his back pocket, holding it out for his captive to see. "You remember this, Gilbert?"

Gil looked up just long enough to see the device and looked down again. But his eyes stole at quick look at Sara. He noticed her hand was making slight gestures. Then Shelling turned and showed the ring to Sara. "You know what I'm going to do with this?"

"I do," she said in an even, non-committal voice.

"She speaks," Shelling said with a chuckle. "This bitch hasn't uttered a fucking word since we've been together. I thought you picked a stupid slut, Gilbert."

As Shelling pulled his captive to his feet Gil rammed into his chest, knocking him backwards. But Shelling quickly caught himself and side stepped as he threw Gil face first onto the floor. In his restraints Gil made a weak and futile attempt to get away from him as Shelling began kicking him over and over again. He felt both his healing and formerly undamaged ribs crack under his torturers steel-toed shoes. Shelling made himself stop. He wanted to play, killing was for later. He took a few deep, calming breaths as he stepped back and shoved the ring in Sara's face.

"You know what I'm fucking going to do with this!" he shouted.

"YES!" Sara shouted back. "I FUCKING KNOW!"

Shelling was taken aback for a second. Sara knew Shelling wanted to feed off her fear and the terror of watching him abuse Gil. But she wasn't about to help Shelling. She wished she could strangle him with her bare hands, but Sara could do nothing while tied to the bed. But she could deflate Shelling. Let him know his little game was meaningless to her. She had to play dirty even if it meant denying the gut-wrenching pain she felt.

"YOU GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN OR WHAT?!" Sara yelled.

Grissom couldn't believe what she was saying, but then he noticed her hand gesturing again. She was signing, "I love you." Keep going, Sara. Keep going, Gil thought.

"I. JUST. WANT TO GET. THE FUCK. OUT. OF HERE." Sara shouted

Shelling noticed nothing as his blood boiled. He only heard her act of defiance so he slapped Sara hard across the face. "YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU SLUT?!" He pulled Gil up off the floor. "She doesn't get the rules, Gilbert." Shelling said as he positioned Gil on his knees and forced his mouth open with the steel ring, which he roughly attached to his head. "You haven't taught your slut very well! And just for that you'll get her punishment." Shelling dropped his pants and looked at Sara who looked back at him with no emotion. Shelling stroked his erection but lost a glimmer of his confidence. "You fucking watch me, bitch. You fucking watch him suck my cock."

Sara said nothing and gave no glimmer of reaction, even though it felt as if her heart shattered into a million pieces. It took everything in Sara's power not to utter a word, and when she noticed Shelling no longer looked at her, she closed her eyes. Gil knew he had to do this. If Shelling did this to him, he wouldn't be doing it to Sara. And he knew Jim would find him. But Grissom also knew while Shelling would beat him for days on end, once he humiliated and tortured him sexually, Shelling would have no use for Gil. If Shelling ejaculated, he would kill Gil, and then torture and kill Sara too. Gil couldn't let that happen.

Shelling grabbed Gil's hair in a strong grip with both hands and rammed his erection through the ring and deep into his throat. Gil forced himself not to gag and he began to shake violently as memories of the past merged with the moment and he realized his worst fear was coming to life. It was happening all over again and his fiance was being forced to watch. As his head was violently jerked back and forth over Shelling's erection he stole a quick look at Sara and saw her eyes closed but now both hands signed "I love you." Gil closed his eyes as her gesture offered a small amount of solace from this living nightmare.

Shelling let out a primal moan as he roughly fucked Gil's mouth. At first he looked at Sara, but quickly he looked down at Gil. His evil smile returned in full force. "Good boy... Gilbert," he grunted as he thrust into Gil's mouth. Shelling took one hand out of Gil's hair and fondled himself while he relaxed the grip of the other. With no one pushing him down, Gil pushed every vile feeling and sensation to the back of his mind. Although handcuffed behind his back, he used every ounce of his strength and quickly thrust his head up and towards Shelling's chest. The action took Shelling by surprise, and the metal ring cut into his erection. He wasn't able to react quickly enough to catch himself and he fell flat on his back while Gil pushed up with his good leg and, without warning, slammed his body down so that his shoulder pinned Shelling's groin to the floor.

As Shelling screamed and writhed in pain, Grissom violently shook his head hoping the ring gag would give. But instead Shelling recovered, grabbed the lamp off the nightstand and smashed it against the side of Grissom's face. The force of the blow ripped the leather strap on one side of the metal ring and apparatus flew off Gil's face as he fell to the floor hard. Shelling limped over to Gil and pummeled him with blow after blow of his steel-toed shoes. Again, Sara worked hard to say nothing. She knew if she said anything it could make things worse for Gil and herself. Shelling paced around Gil's unconscious form. There was no point beating him if he could not feel it. Shelling was furious. This was not what he had planned. This was not supposed to happen. He groin ached and he felt dizzy. He was not going to pass out in this room. He staggered out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Sara stared down at Gil and was surprised when she saw his eyes slowly open. She opened her mouth, but Grissom shushed her and gingerly rose on his knees. Trying to put most of his weight on his good leg. It was not an easy task, but he leaned against the bed and pressed a kiss on Sara's outstretched arm. She smiled but gestured again with her hand. Grissom focused. She signed a word -- A-N-K-L-E. Grissom looked at her ankle and noticed her charm bracelet. A charm near her heel resembled a handcuff key. Sara was surprised Shelling didn't notice it when he strapped her to the bed. But she had noticed he was flustered by her silence.

"I'm going to hurt him, bitch. I'm going to abuse him, make him suffer, make him pay, make him scream for mercy, and you're going to watch it." Sara said nothing and reacted in no way. This only served to confuse Shelling and it caused him to lose focus.

Maybe that is why he never even bothered to look at her ankle bracelet. She put the handcuff key there as a joke, a kind of good luck charm. At that moment, Gil saw it as very fortunate. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gil blindly groped for the key and ripped it off the anklet. He mentally noted when they got out of there, he would buy her a new one. When they get out. Not if. He placed the key in his palm and went to the head of the bed. Rising his aching arms as best as possible, he put the key in reach of Sara's hand. She worked at his cuffs and they heard the successful pop when the cuffs were removed.

As Gil felt the cuff on his left wrist unlock and fall away the door swung open and Shelling stepped into the room. There was no time to think and Gil pushed aside the feelings of pain in his body as he lunged towards their captor.

TBC

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A/N: Wow, Shelling has his bitch back??? That's rough. Hate me, love me, not sure what to think of me??? Click that button down there so I don't have to beg again. Oh... you like to hear me beg??? Well... *pant pant pant paaaaannnnntttt* I assume it is the shadow people who are the ones that like to hear me pant... er, beg:D