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Now most of the stories will meet, but this story is far from being over.
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Halfway through the night, Sara awoke with a jolt. She looked around, and realized that during her sleep she had managed to get tangled with Grissom, and he now had his arms around her and was still sleeping.
She could hear a noise from the room below her, it sounded like heavy pounding. And then a scream. Two screams. Followed by the unmistakable sound of gunshot. Are you kidding me? The one time I'm actually in a bed with Gil Grissom and now I have to get up? But Sara knew what she had to do. She reluctantly got up out of bed—trying not to wake Grissom—and went over to her kit to get her gun. I guess we're going to be investigating two crime scenes tomorrow. Sara thought.
She knew that either Warrick and Catherine or Nick and Greg were on the third floor, but they all were sound sleepers. Even Grissom didn't wake up. She didn't want to wake him either, so she quietly threw her clothes from the previous night, laced up her boots, and walked over to the minibar. A shot of Vodka always did the trick to wake her up. She figured she would pay for it in the morning. After she opened the bar and drank a shot, she left the hotel room in search of the shooter.
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Nick made a mental note never to fall asleep with the television remote by his head again. He rolled over to look at the digital clock: it was blinking 2:54. He needed to use the bathroom. He slowly got up out of bed, rubbing the side of his face where the remote had left the mark at the same time. As he walked towards the bathroom, he noticed that Greg was not in his bed. But wait a sec, I left the door open..for…Oh CRAP! I FORGOT TO LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN! Nick rushed over to the door, stumbling around in the darkness. He quickly opened it and in tumbled a sleeping Greg, who had been resting his head against the door. He was curled up and had his thumb in his mouth.
"Well would you look at my little Greggo" Nick sleepily drawled.
Greg opened his eyes and when he saw that Nick was standing over him, he stood up and walked into the room. "Well it took you long enough" he yawned.
"Sorry, man" Nick responded. "I didn't know these doors locked when you closed them." White Lies aren't that bad..right? Nick Though.
"Sure…Sure…" Greg mumbled before dropping onto the bed closest to the door.
"Now wait a sec—that's my bed, Greg!" Nick said to Greg. "Greg, come on!" But he was out like a light.
"I'll let him rest…" Nick said to himself. And now, I can use the bathroom.
As he walked towards the bathroom, he heard a couple shouting upstairs. He used the bathroom, and as the toilet was flushing, Nick heard a loud popping sound, coming from somewhere upstairs. Now that sounds really familiar to the 39 mil I shot the other day…he thought. Nick grimaced and realized that that was exactly what he heard—a gunshot. He ran out of the bathroom, grabbed the gun that Greg still had clutched in his hands, and ran out of the hotel room at full speed.
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Catherine Willows had moved on from eating Twix, and now had drank a small bottle of Vodka. She was just getting ready to try calling Warrick again, when she heard a deafening shot fired somewhere in the hotel. She went from half-drunk sleepy girl to Super Cop in less that a second.
She threw on her pants and shirt and readied her gun, as she walked out the door. She saw Nick rushing up the stairs at the far end of the hallway, and went to back him up. Nick caught her eye, and pointed towards the floor while mouthing "Go Downstairs". Catherine nodded and quietly descended to the lobby.
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Warrick had finally made it to the hotel. He pulled his car off the main road and into the tiny parking lot of The Sienna and found a parking spot close to the entrance. After making sure the car was locked and he had everything he needed with him, Warrick walked toward the entrance of the hotel. He noticed how quiet it was, with no major roads around. The front door was made completely of glass, so he could see Catherine standing by the front desk, her back towards him.
He walked up towards the door, and pulled it open. "Hey Cath!" He exclaimed. "Turns out that I found a shortcut…and here I am!"
Catherine spun around so quickly, Warrick could have sworn she had been facing him the whole time. "SHHHHHH!" She mouthed and used her finger. He could now see that her gun was in her hands, and then he heard a shot being fired somewhere in the hotel.
"What the hell is going on here?" Warrick said as he too, pulled his gun out.
To Be Continued.
