(A/N: i realize, only now of all times, that this fan fic is "popular" because so many people are putting this on their Alert List or Favorite List. that being said, i'd like all my readers to know that this story is too much fun i may keep torturing greg... which will bite at me pretty hard)

-Greg-

He felt his hands being lifted off the metal slab he'd been laying on for hours. There was something strong about those hands.

He was lowered into a metal box. He felt the cold and shivered as they threw something over his body.

Greg was tired of fighting, he just wanted to lay still and wait for it to end. To wait for that light at the end of the tunnel. For the angel to come down and lead him away to his place of rest.

"Shouldn't we pack the dirt down?"

"They'd have trouble finding him. She said make it hard."

"Good idea."

Greg let his body remain limp. He was too tired from struggling in the truck to even try to fight it off now. It was bound to happen. It was going to hard to get over this new hurtle.

The metal lid was slammed into place. There was a single hole to give Greg just a few more moments of air.

-Sara-

"Ugh, this is infuriating." She was leaning on the light table, going over everything they'd documented. "He shouldn't be alive, but he is. Greg's friend, Julie, has been missing and Ivan was in our custody when Greg went missing."

"All roads lead to Rome."

She looked over her shoulder. "Ray, now's hardly the time."

"I thought I'd come to you first." He set a file down and flipped it open. "Greg was investigating his neighbor, Julie's house. He left the house with his shoes by the door." Langston let her look at everything there, from what Greg had found.

"He found traces of scalp and hair DNA." Sara looked at the photos of Greg's wounds and all the documents. "Nothing makes sense. Why would Julie do this? She had it all in play."

Langston suddenly flipped one of the photos around and looked at it through the back. "Does that look like a child's shoe?"

Sara gasped and quickly flipped it back over. "We thought Greg's broken arm was from something like a wooden bat, like he'd said."

"No, he said it was to his face."

Sara dropped the file onto the light table. "Then Greg's not out of the woods yet."

-Nick-

"So, I had Mandy run fingerprint analysis on the soda can we found, just to be sure, there's Julie's fingerprints all over it." He handed it to Hodges. "Did you find anything?"

"I did, in fact." Hodges handed Nick another file. "Greg's work is done. His hunch was right." Hodges waited for Nick to be amazed. Instead, he noticed Nick flipping between two pages. "What?"

"Hodges," Catherine stopped. "Oh, good, Nick. C'mon. I've got something to show you."