A/N- New chap finally up. So sorry to all those who waited. Hope it was worth the wait, I do apologize though for it not being long. I'll try and update with a longer one tomorrow when I'm home all day.

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Sara held her breath as the phone's insistent ringing pierced the air. Saved by the bell. The bell had actully saved her this time but she knew next time she may not be so lucky. If Louis wanted to harm her he would. At the end of the day what was stopping him? That thought made her skin crawl and tears prick at her eyes. She gulped them down and squeezed her eyes shut as he removed his hands from her breasts and then stood up.

" Bet you think it's your precious little Grissom now?" Louis hissed.

Sara kept her eyes tightly closed just trying to get herself to be in a whole other place, somewhere far from this poky room with this horrible evil man.

" Think he wants you back then do you?"

Louis laughed softly and she heard his footsteps pad away softly before the sound of a door closing alerted her he was gone. Quietly she opened her eyes and bowed her head against her chest just letting the tears fall.

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The silence that now was left made the group shudder. Not a single sound penetrated the bank except for the occasional russle of the pages Gorilla was poring over. Nerissa was taking a nap on the floor, her daddys work having made her sleepy. Nothing inside her little mind told her that this was all wrong, that you weren't supposed to steal or kill but what her daddy did she found, was an act of God. The 'Master' had always taught her that and she'd believed his lies and cherished them as if they were the truth. Deep down inside she may have doubted them but never would she allow hersef to ponder on them. If he said they were true, then they were true in her eyes.

Her little eyes twitched as the Master paced his way in front of her, his boots making no sound on the cold tile. Blood splatter was evident on the path he tred but he ignored it like it was supposed to be there, just a pattern in the tile. Occasional glances were thrust at Gorilla who was marking the blueprint again and again while Ringo sat on the floor with his head in his hands.

" Your good you know Ringo." The Master suddenly sighed and Ringo looked up at his boss.

" You stayed with us. Not like Evil Santa."

" I ...I made a commitment to this. I couldn't just run off and leave it." His tone was forced, his fears put aside.

The Master sniggered and Ringo quicky glanced at Gorilla who began to chuckle too. Scared now he stared back at the Master as his gun was removed.

" You came back for the money didn't you?"

"No!". Ringo leapt up and then back down on his knees choosing pleading as a better option; " No I came back for you. To help you!"

" You came back for the money Ringo. You just thought about the money."

" Please don't kill me! I have a wife and a kid.." The shot rang out and Ringo fell to the floor backwards dead.

" So did I," The Master whispered as he kicked Ringo to check he was dead, " But I killed the bitch and kept the kid for my own."

" Useless piece of shit." Gorilla muttered meaning Ringo.

" You mean him or you?"

At once Gorilla went silent, his expression stony.

"Well?"

" Me." Gorilla was forced to answer.

" Show me what you have." The Master grinned. He was in control, now this was the life. Gorilla pushed the blueprint his way and the Master peered down on it;

" So the mines start..."

" Here." Gorilla pointed to an indicated red star on the blue print.

" This is the tunnel down into Vegas' old gold mines?"

" I wouldn't doubt it."

" Good 'cus if you are wrong...," The Master stroked his gun for a moment and saw Gorilla visably gulp, " Your going to regret it."

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Greg kept silent now. Deadly silent. The bomb wasn't set for much longer. He was going to die and it would be soon. There was so much he hadn't done, so much he hadn't said...so much he hadn't felt. Now he was being punished for wasting time. This was it. This was how he was going to go and there was nothing he could do about it except sit and wait for the moment when, with his eyes tightly closed, he'd be blasted apart.