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"I think it's possible." Nick and Greg argued about a case they were working on as they were wandering through a supermarket.
"I don't think so. He must be Houdini to pull that off." Greg shrugged as he grabbed a chocolate bar out of a shelf. "You want one, too?"
"No, thanks. I gotta watch my weight. I gained like five pounds in two weeks." Nick rubbed his belly with quite an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Oh stop it, you look good and you know it," the younger CSI replied as he grabbed a second chocolate bar from the shelf. "There you go."
"No, I don't want it." Nick put it back. "Come on, we've got a lot of work to do and I don't want to waste my break in here."
"Don't rush me, I still don't know what I want to eat." Greg's eyes kept wandering between the shelves.
Nick rolled his eyes. "What was that you just said? 'There you go'." He handed him a sandwich.
"Egg salad? Really? I don't know." He looked at Nick's annoyed face. "Alright, alright. I'll take it."
They went over the cash register to pay for their food. On their way out they ran into officer Spencer, officer Rogers and officer Mays. Being the friendly, overwhelming guy Spencer was, he quickly hugged Greg. "There he is! We were just talking about you," he said in an upbeat voice.
"...Yeah?" Greg asked quite suspicious and insecure.
"Don't worry, nothing bad. I just told them about our case from last week." Spencer was referring to a case the two had been working on, where their victim's wife heavily flirted with Spencer.
Greg nodded. "Well... We gotta get going. See you later."
Spencer patted the CSIs backs as he walked inside the supermarket.
"The story about the flirting wife would only be half as creepy had he not flirted back... the way he did, you know?" Greg rolled his eyes as he smiled at Nick. "...Oh crap. My wallet."
"What is it?"
"I think I left it at the cash register."
"What? Jesus, Greg, how often can you lose your wallet?"
"I didn't lose it, I... replaced it. ...I hope. Just a sec!" He hurried back to the supermarket entrance, but before he reached it, three gunshots were fired inside.
"Get down!" Nick yelled as he hurried over to Greg, pulling him behind a car.
Both men quickly grabbed their guns. Nick reached for his radio, waiting for the officers inside to give them an all-clear sign. They didn't.
After a short moment of silence, a piercing, high-pitched scream was heard from inside the supermarket. Another two shots were fired.
Greg got up in an attempt to hurry inside, but Nick grabbed him. "What are you doing?!"
"Right, sorry..."
"We wait for backup, we can't just rush in there without knowing what's going on!"
"I know, but..." Greg replied scared and worried. "Why did they shoot again?"
Nick was busy calling for backup, so he simply shrugged as he shook his head.
As the two CSIs hoped for the shooters to run out of the supermarket, backup arrived.
"What happened?" Brass asked as he hurried over to the CSIs.
"Mays, Rogers and Spencer are in there. Five shots fired, they don't respond over the radio," Greg explained with a worried look on his face.
"Alright, you two stay back, we're taking care of this." The captain walked off.
Nick and Greg walked over where the police was lining the police tape around the supermarket. They watched Brass' guys take over, preparing for storming the supermarket, but hoping they wouldn't have to.
Brass was anxiously walking up and down between two patrol cars as he made some important phone calls.
"Do you think they're okay?" Greg asked Nick with worry in his voice.
Nick nodded. "I'm sure they are."
"I-I know Spencer can be annoying, but... He's a good guy, he doesn't deserve that."
"He'll be fine. He's a great cop, he knows what to do in these situations."
Greg sighed and nodded.
When Nick put his hand on Greg's shoulder to comfort him, the door to the supermarket opened. As everyone standing around outside looked quite excited, three people coming out opened fire, pointing their handguns and a machine gun at the police crowd. While everyone took cover, Nick and Brass were trying to shoot at the gunmen. The shootout lastet several minutes as dozens of bullets went flying through the air. When the gunmen noticed that Brass and Nick were the ones shooting back at them, they intensified the bullet count towards the two, causing them to stop firing their guns, which gave the gunmen the opportunity to flee. Half of the patrol cars followed the getaway car the gunmen drove off with.
"Captain!" one of the officers yelled. "Rogers got hurt!"
Brass hurried over to his men – followed by Nick - while the SWAT team stormed the supermarket.
Greg looked around rather lost and confused. He didn't know what to do first, follow Nick and Brass to check on officer Rogers or be there for the people inside the supermarket. As he decided he'd better be there for the hostages, he glanced over to Nick, noticing a stain on his friend's sleeve. "Nick..." he said quietly as he walked over to him. "You got hit. You're hurt."
"I know, I'll take care of it in a minute," was all he responded, going back to helping officer Rogers.
"Greg!" Spencer shouted as he waved at him. "Are you guys alright?!" He was being propped up by a SWAT member as he walked out of the supermarket with quite a noticable limp.
The CSI hurried over to him. "...Kinda. What about you? Did you get shot?"
"Yeah, these guys were ruthless... Rogers had her hands up and they still shot at her."
Greg frowned. "...Any casualties?"
Spencer shook his head with a big smile. "We're all going to be fine. This could've been a lot worse." He patted him on the shoulder, causing the CSI to wince as he moaned. "...Sorry. Was I too rough?"
"N-No, this... shouldn't have hurt like that."
The officer looked at his hand. "Blood... What... that's not my blood, Greg. You're bleeding."
