"Donovan!" Greg whispered to the officer. "Quick, get over here!" He was lying a few feet away from Greg, in plain sight, without anything covering him from the boss' office, where the shots came from.
He didn't move. He was too weak to crawl over there, let alone walk. He lost a lot of blood quite quickly. Greg had to go and get him, but knew whoever was shooting would shoot immediately once he heard his steps.
Backup finally arrived. Brass and DB were standing in front of the office building, a police line was already built around the building and three ambulances were standing there.
"Okay, what have we got?" Brass asked the first responding police officer.
"Several shots were fired in there since I came here, Sir. I called for backup. We know where they are. It's the same office where the CSIs were working at," the officer explained.
"And what's going on in there? Who's in there? Are the CSIs still in there?"
Before the officer could answer, they heard someone running up to them.
"Where is he? Where's my boy?" Greg's mom yelled, running towards them. Brass had to stop her, otherwise she would've run right into the building.
"Ma'am, you can't go in there! Who are you?" Brass asked surprised. He never met Greg's mom before.
Catherine was running to them. "Jim, that's Mrs. Sanders. Greg's mother."
The surprise in Brass' face was even bigger now.
"Mrs. Sanders, nice to meet you, I'm DB Russel, I'm..." DB said while reaching his hand out to her.
"I know who you are! You're the one responsible for this!" she yelled.
"How about we step aside for a minute and talk? These gentlemen have the situation under control, I'm sure your son is alright," he replied with a faint smile on his face.
"I won't leave until I know Greg's safe!"
"Mrs. Sanders, please. Let them do their job, they need some space here."
"It's all your fault! How can you assign him to these dangerous crime scenes?" she said as DB was leading her away from the police line.
"Okay, Jim, what the hell's going on?" Catherine asked. "Are Nick and Greg really in there?"
He nodded. "Nick, Greg and officer Donovan."
Catherine shook her head. "This can't be happening again! How are we gonna get them out of there?"
"Greg, what's going on in there?" Brass asked through the phone. Greg had called him.
"I-I'm not sure... There's someone shooting in here. Nick's in the same room as the gunman... I don't know if he's okay," he replied, sounding rather helpless. Brass could hear shots being fired again.
"Greg? Greg?"
"I'm okay... He's firing everytime he hears noise..." Greg whispered.
"Stay calm, SWAT team's going to storm the place in a minute..."
"No, no, no! Don't come in!" Greg said quite loud. Loud enough to cause the gunman to fire his gun a few times again. Greg winced, covering his head with his hand. "Donovan's at the door, he can't move. He'll be right in the line of fire, don't come in!"
"Alright... Then get him away from there, we need to do something!"
Greg had to get officer Donovan out of the line of fire, but how? Whenever the gunman heard something, he fired in the direction the noise was coming from. Maybe that was Greg's shot, he thought. And indeed, when the gunman heard noise coming from several feet away from Greg and Donovan, he quickly fired in the direction. It was enough time for Greg to use the opportunity to help Donovan take cover behind the desk. He threw away a cordless phone that was lying on the table to make some noise far away from Donovan and it worked.
"Let me take a look," Greg said as he checked out Donovan's gunshot wound. It looked worse than it actually was, but it really looked bad. "Okay, try not to move too much, you're going to be okay..." Greg said without knowing for sure. He took off his jacket and used it to apply pressure on the wound.
"What the hell happened?" the officer asked weakly.
"I don't know but... Nick's in there... They're about to storm the office soon... I need this," Greg said while taking Donovan's gun.
Greg wrote Brass a text message to let him know that Donovan was in safety.