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"Stop it!"

"Put the restraints on him already!" officer Spencer yelled to his colleague as they were standing around a hospital gurney. The man lying on it was resisting treatment by the doctors with all his powers, even though he had a gunshot wound to his leg.

"I'm trying to, he..." officer Perry was struggling a lot with this man. He had only been with the force for two months and was a little overwhelmed by how physically and emotionally demanding that job sometimes was.

"Careful," Greg said, standing a few feet away from them. "This guy's evidence."

The doctors were standing around quite helplessly, one of them had already been hit in the face by the man flailing around aimlessly. "He's losing a lot of blood," one of them said concerned.

Spencer jumped on the gurney, pushing the man down forcefully. "Now!"

His colleague put restraints on the man with shaking hands. "Done!"

Greg watched them do their job with an uneasy look on his face.

"Great, can we now get him into a room?" the doctor asked annoyed as he injected a mild sedative. This wasn't the first person resisting treatment that was rolled into this E.R., but the first time the police men didn't seem to be able to handle the situation.

Spencer nodded as him and Perry were following the doctors and the patient.

Greg hurried behind. "Spencer, Perry, wait!"

Both did. "Sorry, we know you need to talk to us. But let me get this straight, it was necessary to shoot at him."

"Tell me what happened."

"We literally caught him red-handed. He was touching one of the bodies, I don't know what he did with her, but when he noticed us, blood was dripping from his hands. He just charged at us, that's when... Perry shot him."

The young officer put his head down. "I thought he was going to kill us."

"Was he armed?" Greg asked as he wrote down what they said.

Both shook their heads.

Greg released a little sigh. Shooting an unarmed suspect was never good. "Okay. What else?"

"I don't know what else to say, I'm just so sorry, I..." officer Perry paused, struggling to keep his composure.

The CSI nodded with a pitying look on his face. He knew how it felt to be in a situation like that, although his situation back then wasn't exactly the same as the one officer Perry found himself in now. "He looks like he'll be fine. Just try to keep calm, this will be okay." He put his hand on Perry's shoulder as he smiled at him. He felt a little weird doing it as he hardly knew him, but knew his colleague needed it right now. "I'll go find the doctor and talk to him, you two can wait here, maybe get some coffee, alright?"

"Thanks, Greg." Spencer went on to hug him. The CSI realized Spencer needed that hug right now, too, but he didn't really feel too comfortable with it.

Greg walked back to the two officers after talking to the doctors. He had a smile on his face. "Good news, he'll be fine."

"Thank god," Perry whispered to himself.

"Spencer, we need to talk to him. He's awake. Perry, you stay here, alright? Brass is on his way, he'll ask you some questions. Make sure you answer honestly, alright?"

The young officer nodded hastily. "I-I will. Thanks."

"What do you think, did he make the right call?" Greg asked Spencer as they walked into the hospital room where the suspect was lying in.

"I'm not sure. The way he ran up to us sure made it look like he was about to attack us, but we have other tools to defend ourselves with than just our guns, you know? I had my baton and pepper spray ready. Maybe we can chalk it up to a rookie's mistake but... it was a bad call."

Greg nodded thoughtful as he approached the man. "Hi. I'm Greg Sanders, I'm with the crime lab. Can you tell me your name?"

The man looked around quite disoriented. The anaesthesia had worn off and he seemed to slowly begin to understand where he was and what was happening.

"We didn't find any I.D. on you. You were shot, should we contact anyone for you?"

Instead of answering him, the man spit at Greg.

The CSI took a step back, but this man's saliva hit him on his CSI jacket. "...Well, that's one way to give a DNA sample." He turned to Spencer to whisper to him. "I need to collect the evidence from under his fingernails sometime later."

Spencer frowned. "Why later? He's sedated, it's easier to do it now."

"Yeah, but..."

"Go ahead." Spencer walked up to the man. "I'll hold him down if I need to."

"...Alright." Greg proceeded to clean the man's fingernails. He was able to get three fingers without any resistance, but when he reached the fourth, the man started wiggling in his bed. "...Sir, please hold still."

Spencer grabbed the man's arm and pressed it down on the bed. "Quick, do it."

Greg wasn't happy taking evidence off a resisting person, but he needed to get it and knew it would only get harder once the man wasn't under medication anymore. He managed to get finger four and five from that hand. Only five more fingers to go, he thought to himself. He walked to the man's left side to proceed. "Sir, please stay calm. You're only making things worse for you," he said, hoping the man would show some kind of sense. As he walked there, he slipped and almost fell, propping himself on the suspect's bed.

"Whoa, Greg, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I... what the hell is that?" He looked down at the red floor. Blood. This looked a lot like blood. And now that he thought about it, the whole room smelled of blood. "Spencer... There's a man lying under the bed. He's bleeding."

"What?"

Greg was reaching down to the dead man to feel for a pulse. "...He's dead. I think he's one of the doctors who worked on him."

"...What? How...?"

As Greg looked at the suspect, the man grinned at him, lifting his arms out of the restraints, revealing they had been previously ripped. A tight grip forming around Greg's neck, he smashed his head down on the rim of the bed.

Spencer instantly pulled his gun, but as soon as he pointed it at the man, he pushed the officer's hand to the side. A shot was accidentally fired that hit Greg, who was already lying on the floor, in a puddle of the doctor's blood.

After that shot was fired, officer Perry stormed inside. Greg had already taken his gun as evidence, it was already on it's way to the lab. "What the hell?!" he asked scared and confused.

The suspect was standing on the right side of his bed, a tight grip around Spencer's neck. "Get in here and close the door!"

"...Huh?"

"Do it or he dies!"

Perry looked around confused and scared. Spencer was in this man's armlock and he could only see Greg's feet lying in a puddle of blood. "Oh god."

The alarms in the hospital started ringing as people outside could be heard panicking. Perry stood there shaking, unable to think, unable to move.

"Let him go," Greg said with a pain-ridden face as he was slowly trying to sit up on the floor. "Please."

"I said get in here!" the man yelled.

"Do you really want to be in here with two cops? Why take any risks? Let him go."

"Shut up! And you get in here!"

Perry's eyes wandered frightened between Greg and the man. He didn't dare to speak or move.

"Listen, you already have us two. Why take any risks by taking a third person hostage?" Greg slowly got up, growling out in pain as he propped himself up on the bed. He was covered in blood, but most of it was from the dead doctor. "Perry, just leave."

"No! I told him to get in here so he comes in here!" the man yelled as he applied more pressure on Spencer's neck.

Perry walked in, hectically closing the door behind him. He hugged the door, frighteningly looking around for ways to overpower the man – even though he hardly had enough courage not to break down crying right now.

As soon as Perry was inside, the man loosened his grip around Spencer's neck.

"So what now?" Greg asked sheepishly.

"Just shut up." The man started patting Spencer down. He threw the pepper spray and baton away and told Perry to do the same. But he was visibly happy about finding a cell phone at the officer.

"Greg, you're bleeding," Spencer whispered.

The CSI nodded. "I know. It's fine." Greg was hit on the shoulder by the gunshot. It was a very hurtful graze wound.

"I'm so sorry," the officer whispered.

Greg shook his head. "Nobody's fault."

"Would you two shut up? I'm trying to make a phone call here!" the man yelled annoyed. He finished his very peculiar phone conversation. Neither Greg nor Spencer had any clue who the man was talking to or what he was discussing, he kept it very secretive. "You won't bleed out and die here, will you... Greg?" the man asked laughing.

Greg shook his head. "I'll be fine." He tried to stay as calm as possible, even though he was very close to a panic attack himself. "...Okay, you now know my name. What's yours?"

The man hesitated for a moment, but then said, "I'm known as Blue."

"Yeah? Where are you known as Blue?"

"Hey, I'm not really in the mood to chat right now." He kept looking around the floor quite nervous.

Greg realized he was looking for the gun. He was relieved to know it was lying under the bed, where Blue couldn't see it. He contemplated just grabbing and using it, but he feared things could end badly for Spencer if he did. He needed to try a more peaceful approach first. "Blue. You want to get out of here, don't you?"