Sorry for the delay, kind of had a bad case in writer's block.

As they each sat down in the cellar, Billy took care of Jacob while the twin occupied themselves by pulling out the twenty year old game of Chutes and Ladders. David would occasionally check up on everyone, but mostly talked to Nick about how they were gonna get out of the place. That just left Greg sitting in the dark corner of the room, pondering his own thoughts. In just a matter of minutes, Greg had learned that his father really wasn't his father and that he was the younger brother to his best friend. That was a lot to comprehend. "Greg, are you alright?"

Greg turned around and looked into Nick's face. "Are you sure you shouldn't be calling me Danny?" he smiled.

"Nah. You're still the Greggo who plays loud music in the lab, even though your true birth certificate says you're Danny," replied Nick.

Greg didn't even looked at Nick. Instead, he just cracked a smile. "Are you trying to cheer me up?"

"Is it working?"

"A little," shrugged Greg.

"Listen, I know it is kind of confusing right now, but you've gotta cheer up. Things aren't all that bad."

"You're right. Being stuck in a basement by a guy that wants to kill us all isn't that bad," said Greg sarcastically. That was the Greg Nick knew. It was great to have the old Greg back. "Hey Nick, can I talk to you for a little bit?" shouted David.

"Sure, I'll be right there," said Nick as he stood up, "You hang tight, man. Alright?"

Greg nodded as Nick walked away. "What's up David?" asked Nick.

"You remember our dog that ran away when we were older?"

"Yeah, Sparky. How could I forget?"

"Well, remember we had a doggie door down here?" asked David.

That's when Nick knew what David was hinting at. "If it is still there, we could get out of here," smiled Nick.

"Exactly," replied David and together, they ran over to the door that was nailed shut. When they arrived they saw that the doggie door was weld shut as well. "Well, there goes that plan," sighed David.

Nick turned back around and saw that Greg had joined Laura and Gracie in the game and was actually having a good time. "Anymore ideas?" asked David.

As Nick continued to think, he heard the oh-so familiar song "Feel Like Makin Love" played in the room. All eyes turned to Greg as he pulled out his cellphone. "He he, forgot I still had this," smiled Greg as he opened the phone and brought it up to this ear, "Hello?"

"Greg? Where the hell are you? I've been waiting to hear about how things are coming."

"Grissom! Oh thank God! Listen, you have got to get down here, quick!"

"Why? What happened?"

Before Greg could answer, the door burst open and down came Chad Jacobs. "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"

"Greg, what's going on?"

"Listen, Grissom, you have to get down to Dallas and come to Nick's old house. We're being held hostage…" said Greg as Chad ripped the phone from Greg's hands and held Greg by the throat. As he slammed Greg against the wall, Chad threw Greg's phone down onto the ground and smashed it into a million pieces. "If you ever call somebody again, I'll make sure that your death is a slow and painful one, understand?"

"You got it," gasped Greg.

Chad smiled and dropped Greg back down on the ground and left the room. "Greg, are you alright?" asked Nick.

"Never felt better in my life," replied Greg with a raspy voice.

Everyone stared at him like he was crazy. "And…why do you say that?" asked David.

"Because they're sending in the troops," smiled Greg.

Nick was the only one to smile. "What does he mean?" asked Jacob.

"Means that we're gonna get out of here," explained Nick.

"Greg? Where the hell are you? I've been waiting to hear about how things are coming."

"Grissom! Oh thank God! Listen, you have got to get down here, quick!"

"Why? What happened?"

But before Grissom could get an answer from Greg, a loud voice shouted, "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?"

"Greg, what's going on?" asked Grissom.

"Listen, Grissom, you have to get down to Dallas and come to Nick's old house. We're being held hostage…" but before Greg could answer, the line disconnected. "Shit, Greg," sighed Grissom as he hung up his phone.

As he hung up his phone, the team walked into the room. "What's wrong Grissom?" asked Catherine.

"I think Nick and Greg are in trouble. Saddle up guys; we're going down to Dallas."

TBC…