Chapter 9

Disclaimer: No I don't own CSI, as much as I want to :'(

Pairing: Grissom/OFC

Rating: T, for now

Note: Words like this are thoughts and 'these' are written

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9. Blood

Recap: She sighed and headed off to look for Nick when all of a sudden…………..

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WHAM!

Papers went flying everywhere as Cassandra collided with spiky headed lab technician.

"Well hello there" said Greg, praying that he sounded suave and sexy

"How are you?" he grinned, a hopefully sexy grin

She smiled at him, but he could sense that her mind was a million miles away. She mouthed 'Sorry' and stood up, arms full of papers. Greg gently brought his hand to her face and tucked an errant strand of golden hair behind her ear. He was satisfied to see her blush and to raise her hand to where his hand was a moment ago.

Flustered, she handed the papers to Greg and resumed her search for Nick.

Greg watched her retreat down the hallway and then pumped his fist up.

"Score!"

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Grissom was heading down the hallway, hands full of paperwork for Greg, when he noticed Cassandra on the opposite end of the hallway.

All of a sudden, he saw her stagger and raise a hand to her throat. Before he could react, she had fallen on her knees, still clutching her throat.

But it's what she did next that made his blood run cold. She started vomiting blood.

Not copious amounts, but enough to turn the dusky blue tiles crimson in a matter of seconds. He dropped his paperwork and ran to her side just as she collapsed.

"Cassandra? Cassandra?! AMBULANCE! I need an ambulance!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Warrick and Catherine came running, followed by Brass.

"Oh my God…" exclaimed Catherine

"She's having a seizure!" said Grissom "Jim, bring me something to cushion her head with, Warrick please find Nick and Catherine call and ambulance. Now!"

Cassandra's movements became violent and erratic; she began shaking violently, twisting and turning grotesquely. Grissom accepted the pillow from Brass and placed it under her head. When that didn't work he opted for cradling her head gently. Catherine came running back, breathless.

"They're coming as fast as possible" she said, gasping for breath.

Grissom turned his worried face back toward his twitching, helpless colleague.

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WHEEWHOOOOOOO! WHEEWHOOOOOOO!

The ambulance screams as it speeds off towards Saint Cornelius's Hospital and Clinic.

Catherine, Warrick, Grissom and Brass hang back and watch it depart.

Catherine is on her cell phone, trying to reach Nick.

" Nick? Yea this is Catherine…Where have you been?...Oh don't give me that…..Listen, It's about Cassandra…Why else do you think I'd call you twice for! Of course she's hurt…She's at Saint Cornelius's…off of Thornton St and Newcastle…She had a seizure…alright….ok…see you later"

Catherine sighed and snapped her phone shut. She stared at the clouds and her colleagues followed suit. The same thought echoed through their heads.

What happened?

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Judy Delaney, a nurse on duty at Saint Cornelius's Hospital and Clinic, observes a young man walk into the lobby. She clucks her tongue sympathetically. The poor man looked as if someone had died. His face was drawn and pale and his eyes woebegone. The poor boy kept running his hands through his hair. He looked torn between storming up to wherever he needed to be, or approaching her. She secretly hoped he chose the latter. He was rather attractive. Besides, all her friends said she looked about 30.

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Nick headed up to the third floor. He could feel the blood roaring in his ears and he was pretty sure his heart was going to burst out of his chest right then and there. He approached room 328 and gently turned the handle. He winced at the SQUEAK of the door as he swung it open.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He was happy to see that she was stable and asleep. The IV in her hand let to a drip and her throat and part of her left shoulder were bandaged. He was equally happy to see that her clothes had been left on and her blouse just slightly shifted to accommodate the bandages. He crossed to her bedside and sat down in a chair. As he held her hand, he failed to notice her finger twitching.

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Somewhere, in an abandoned house in Boston, behind a bookcase sinister plans began to develop.

"It is done Sir" says Brutus Huntingdon II quietly

He shudders as cold cruel laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls.

"It is only the beginning" says a voice hidden the shadows "Only the beginning" it says maliciously.

Brutus covers his ears. The laughter is maniacal now…….

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See you in the next installment of Amethyst Eyes!

TTFN

Lady Drow :)