Hey guys! Here's the latest chapter. Sorry it took me so long to update :)

"A car was just found near Quail Creek State Park," Brass said over the phone. "Greg's wallet was found in it."

"Any signs of... Was there blood?" Nick asked, scared of hearing the answer.

"No."

Everybody sighed in relief.

"But that's our last sight of them. They're not contacting us, either."

"Catherine's on her way to talk to Neil Donovan, maybe he can help us," Nick replied.

What's that smell? Greg opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. He had a headache and felt nauseous. He felt awful, but at least he wasn't with the bad guys anymore. He looked around as his vision was getting clearer. He was in a hospital. There was a clock on the wall. Almost 9a.m. A nurse walked in to check on him.

"You're awake, finally." She smiled at him. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Greg Sanders," he said as he got out of bed.

"Please stay in bed." She tried to keep him from standing up.

"No, I need a phone! I'm a CSI from Las Vegas, they're looking for me!" He pulled out the infusion needle in his arm, walked to the door and opened it.

"Security!" the nurse yelled.

Greg didn't care, he walked out of the room anyways. Two security guards walked up to him.

"He pulled out the infusion!" the nurse said.

Greg turned around to her. "I don't need a damn infusion, I need a phone! I told you already, I'm a CSI from Vegas!"

The security guards grabbed him.

After being held hostage for 24 hours and being abused by the people capturing him, he was a bit sensitive to physical force. And the security guards weren't exactly gentle with him. "Get your hands off me, I just need a phone! It's important, I..."

Before he could explain, they walked him back to his bed. The nurse followed them with a syringe in her hand. "Get back to bed," she said.

He knew they were only doing their jobs and probably thought he was crazy, but he was getting nervous. Fighting back wouldn't help him now, he knew that, so he tried to repress the urge to do so. He sat down on the bed. "Listen. I'm a CSI, I work for the Las Vegas crime lab. There was a bank robbery and I was a hostage for 24 hours. I need to call Captain Jim Brass from the Las Vegas police department. They need to know I'm okay."

The security guards pinned him to the bed as the nurse was walking towards him with the syringe in her hands. "The paramedics already said he was confused and disorientated, but he doesn't have any brain damage. We're still waiting for the tox results, I'll call a psychiatrist."

"No!" Greg tried to fight the security guards off after all. "I don't need a psychiatrist, I'm not crazy!"

"He's shaking, you're sure he didn't take any drugs?" one of the security guards said. Of course, Greg was shaking because he was scared and traumatized.

The nurse injected the syringe. "Maybe it's best to strap him down."

"Neil Donovan's not talking," Catherine said as she walked into the break room.

Nick kicked a chair. "Dammit! He could be anywhere! He could already be dead!"

"Don't think that. We'll find him somehow!"

"Oh yeah? How? We have absolutely NO idea where they are, they could be anywhere!" Nick was very angry right now. He's been angry the whole time but now that he felt so helpless he didn't try not to show it anymore.

Catherine teared up. Everyone was emotionally on the edge at the moment, and now that they had absolutely no idea where Greg was, it was hard for them to keep their composure. She wanted to say a dozen empty phrases, trying to be optimistic. But she couldn't. She just walked out.

Greg was waking up aain. A look at the clock on the wall let him know he's been out for about two hours. When he tried to sit up he noticed his hands were strapped. His strained wrist was throbbing. The straps probably injured it again. Great, he thought. Not only do they not believe him, they even hurt him. Stupid hospital.

The nurse, a security guard and a psychiatrist entered the room.

"Good morning, how are we feeling?" the psychiatrist asked.

Greg rolled his eyes. "Despite the fact that I've been drugged and strapped down for no reason, I'm fine."

The psychiatrist whispered something to the nurse Greg couldn't understand.

"Please. Call Captain Jim Brass from the Las Vegas police department, they're looking for me!"

"Why don't you tell me what happened to you? Where did you get these bruises?" the psychiatrist sat down next to Greg's bed. He obviously didn't believe him.

"I work for the Las Vegas crime lab. I was investigating a break-in at a bank when it was robbed. The robbers held everybody hostage. They let everybody else go but took me with them when they fled."

"And where are the robbers now?"

"I don't know..."

"And how did you end up here? Why did they let you go?"

Greg sighed. "The last thing I remember is one of them bringing me food. I guess they put something in it."

The psychiatrist didn't believe Greg. After the nurse told him that no drugs were found in Greg's system and he wasn't drunk, he was willing to find out if he was telling the truth, after all. He told the nurse to check it while he kept on talking to Greg. "Nurse Conroy will try to find out if something like that happened yesterday. But in the meantime, let's talk a bit."

"Could you at least get me out of these straps, please?" Greg asked calmly. He was furious inside, but didn't let it show. "It hurts my wrist."

"You pulled out the infusions by yourself and wanted to leave the hospital. I'm sorry, it's for your own protection."

"I didn't want to leave the hospital. I wanted to make a phone call..."

"Why did you pull out your infusion?"

"I don't know, I... I wasn't thinking. I was..." the psychiatrist interrupted him.

"Are you prone for this type of behavior?"

"What...? No. No, I only behave like that when I'm being held somewhere against my will!" he said sarcastically.

"Please calm down, we're only trying to help you."

"I am calm, I just..."

"The bruises on your face and body... According to the doctor who treated you, it's very likely you've been beaten up. What happened? Who did this to you?"

"I already told you what happened..." Greg was getting exhausted by this pointless conversation. "The hostage takers did this..."

"If someone beat you up... You need to know it's not your fault. Protecting the people who did this to you isn't going to change anything."

Greg rolled his eyes. As much as he was getting exhausted, at least as much angry did he get. "I'm not trying to protect anyone. You just won't believe me. What I don't get is why. Why would you think I'm lying?"

"We don't think you're lying... We think you're sick. You didn't suffer any brain damage and you didn't take any drugs. We believe you have some mental disease."

"Well I don't. You're making a big mistake here..."

The nurse came back. "Doctor West, you got a minute?"

He walked over to her and they talked for a while and kept looking at Greg. They had weird looks on their faces, Greg wasn't sure what to make of it.

The psychiatrist went over to the security guard and talked to him. He left.

"Alright..." the psychiatrist said as he walked up to Greg to put the straps away.