Chapter 3
Greg fell to the fall, landing awkwardly on his arm. He screamed with pain.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Grissom grunted as he climbed over him. Greg's sight blurred and he soon became unconscious.
Half an hour later Catherine returned to pick up some unfinished paperwork. She saw Grissoms light on and sighed. As she entered she gasped, seeing Greg on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. She looked for a pulse and sighed with relief when she found one. An ambulance was called for and soon arrived. Catherine called everyone in the team and she climbed on board the ambulance with Greg.
"He's had severe blood loss and a gunshot-"
"Gunshot!" Catherine gasped.
"Yes, a gunshot wound to the shoulder. His arm is broken in two places." The paramedic informed her. Catherine gulped and wiped Greg's hair off his face.
"C'mon Greg, you'll pull through, everything will be fine."
Everyone gathered around Greg, waiting for movement. It had been an hour now and no sign of unconsciousness was to be seen. The doctor walked into the room and looked at all the expectant eyes.
"His fall caused him to fall into a coma. It's not that deep and we expect a recovery." He bleakly smiled at them all.
"We're here for you Greg, all the way." Catherine whispered, sitting next to him.
"Yeah, we'll always make sure someone is here with you, so you'll never be lonely and we can know if you wake up mate." Nick smiled although Greg couldn't see.
"Who would do this to him?" Catherine asked.
"Well who lives in the office these days and has full access to a gun?" Nick retorted, but expected no answer.
"I'll kill him." Catherine frowned.
"You'll have to beat me to it." Nick hugged her.
"He shot you!" Sara gasped.
"Second most painful experience of my life." Greg sighed.
"What was the first?" Nick asked.
"Umm…Billy Nickson kicked in the balls aged five, ouch." Everyone just laughed. Little Lizzie began to cry so Sara pulled out a bottle of milk and began to feed her.
"So what happened to Grissom? Why didn't he turn up today?" Sara asked.
"Two weeks later and no one had heard from Grissom. Greg had woken after hearing Nick and Catherine leave for KFC. We have a substitute supervisor for now, and two sub. CSI's, Greg's sick leave finishes tomorrow." Brass informed her.
"I can start in four or five months, when Lizzie is about six months." Sara smiled at the welcoming twinkle in everyone's eyes. "I'll come by the lab with her as much as possible. Also, if any of you hear from Grissom, give me a bell."
Five months passed and Lizzie grew up. Her gurgles and giggles amused the team when she visited with Sara. The new CSI, Greg's substitute having left and him back to work, Bonnie worked hard but never really interfered with their friendships and kept to herself. She planned to move to New York as soon as Sara returned in a week's time.
Catherine slowly opened the rather quiet and dark lab door.
"SURPRISE!!" Everyone shouted, from CSI's, to Lab techs and even Ecklie.
"What's this for?" Catherine asked, beaming and shocked.
"Guess who's our new supervisor!" Sara grinned.
"Well done, Miss Willows." Ecklie politely smiled.
"Thank-you so much!" Catherine grinned, her mouth still ajar from shock. Greg attempted to play piñata, but his swing was hopeless.
"Give it to someone with some man power." Nick mocked, taking the bat off him. The dangling donkey was split and chocolates poured everywhere in one swing.
"You'll never that down will you." Greg laughed, putting a toffee into his mouth. The drinks slowly decreased and the spirits rapidly rose. Everyone was slurring and drunk by midnight, and most were heading home. When the taxi arrived for Nick and Sara he pulled her to the side.
"If I don't say now, I never will." Nick slurred. "I've fallen for you Miss Sidle."
"You're drunk Nick, you don't know what you're saying" Sara giggled.
"I do. I love you. Go out with me. I will treat you perfectly. I will care for Lizzie like my own. I will never be like Grissom."
"Come on. We have to get home. I can feel my head splitting already." Sara giggled, had having far too many cocktails. The taxi stopped outside Nicks place and he clambered out, soon followed by Sara after she paid the taxi driver.
"What? I thought…" Nick stammered.
"Well you thought wrong." Sara giggled.
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