Denial
A/N: Again, I express my humble apologizes. I really really REALLY meant to update, but I just haven't felt like it. And, it doesn't help that I have to be in the office with my dad and brother. It makes me uncomfortable to type while they're in the same room…
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Chapter Ten:
Undersheriff Jeff McKeen was outside the hospital, waiting. He knew that the team couldn't resist the temptation to stop by and chat with Brown. It disgusted him. After all, Brown was worthless and too stubborn for his own good. Catherine was the first to arrive and with her stepped her teenage daughter. He cursed under his breath. He had planned on taking Willows, but it would be more difficult with two people in the car. The kid could probably ID him if she saw his face.
Next was Grissom. He seemed just as eager as Willows to get into the hospital. McKeen smirked. Grissom would be easy to take. All he would have to do was ram his car, step out of his car and point a gun at his head. Simple. Or, he could even go for "home invasion" and break into Grissom's house. He was certain that Grissom didn't carry a gun.
Hours passed and finally Sanders and Willows's daughter left. McKeen presumed that Catherine would stay for the day and that Sanders was driving the kid home. Stokes was next. He jogged to his car and McKeen was tempted to follow. He was about to pull out of his parking spot when he changed his mind. He searched the parking lot for Grissom and saw him stepping into his truck.
Grissom pulled out and the Undersheriff followed discreetly. After all, he knew where the man was headed. He had already looked up the residences of all the CSIs in preparation. He grinned with delight when Grissom pulled into his parking lot. McKeen pulled into a spot on the other side, several parking spots away so that Grissom wouldn't see him.
He pulled out the gun next. The same gun he had used to shoot Brown. He ran a finger along the handle and held it in his hand. He checked the clip and made sure he had bullets. Satisfied, he got out of his car and headed to Grissom's townhouse. His plan was to break in quietly, point the gun at Grissom and force him into his car. He would then drive the man to a cheap motel and hide him in a closet. He would then, anonymously, contact Brown and would "exchange" Grissom for his complete cooperation by pointing the finger at someone else. But, he had no intention of letting either of them live. He would shoot them both when Brown came to get Grissom. And, his problem would be solved.
After waiting a few minutes impatiently, McKeen got out of his car and carefully closed the door. Grissom would be settled in by now, maybe making himself something to eat. He pulled out his lock picking set and worked on picking the lock on Grissom's front door. The lock made a faint click and McKeen grinned. He was in.
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Grissom and Sara were in the kitchen making dinner. The two of them were content just to be together and were currently silent. They shared a few looks and kisses, but no words were needed. They were both just happy to be together.
Sara went to go change, leaving Grissom in the kitchen by himself. She smiled as she entered Grissom's bedroom, inhaling the familiar scent. Hank was asleep on the bed and was happy to see her. She spent a minute playing with him before she heard the familiar click of the safety of a gun being taken off. Her heart beat faster as she heard a familiar voice.
"Gil, put down the spoon," the voice ordered. It was so familiar to Sara, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.
"Listen, Jeff, we can talk about this," Gil's reasonable voice could be heard. Sara's heart thudded in her ears. She knew who it was. But, what was the undersheriff doing in their house?
"No. Now, come here." She heard footsteps and Hank jumped off the bed and barked. She heard the click of handcuffs and that's when their dog went wild. Hank barreled out of the bedroom and a shot was fired.
"Hank!" Sara forgot all reason and followed Grissom's dog. Hank's leg was bleeding and he whimpered. She ran to the dog and knelt next to him. She looked up to see Grissom standing in front of the undersheriff. Grissom's hands were cuffed behind his back and McKeen had the gun pressed to Grissom's back. "Gil," she whispered.
McKeen cursed under his breath. Sidle was supposed to be gone. Grissom was supposed to live alone. He was supposed to be the one person he could count on that would be alone. But, his girlfriend had returned. And she had ruined all his plans. "Get up," he ordered. She glared defiantly at him. "I only need one hostage. I'll shoot him. Now, get up," he ordered again, a little more harshly.
Sara stood up slowly and Hank whimpered at her feet. The bullet didn't do any major damage, but it hurt him. McKeen was thinking at lightening speed. His plan had failed. Neighbors could have heard his gunshot. The police could be on their way right now. He had been a bit jumpy from lack of sleep and the dog had charged him…
"Walk in front of me. You do anything stupid and I shoot him." Sara obliged, giving Hank a final pat on the head. She hoped that someone had heard the gunshot and would call the police. Or at least find her wounded dog. Her steps were even as her heart raced. She knew that he would kill them. But, she also knew that they wouldn't die until they weren't of use to him anymore. There was no way that she would do anything he said if he killed Gil. And he would do the same for her.
McKeen guided her to his car. He ordered her to open the trunk and take out a length of rope. He tied Grissom's feet and threw him in the trunk. However, the trunk was too small for the two of them. And, he didn't want them both escaping. He tightly bound Sara's hands and feet and threw her in the back seat. Then, he calmly got into the driver's seat and drove away, obeying every traffic law. For a while, Grissom was moving around in the trunk, but eventually he stopped moving. Sara lay on the floor, struggling silently with the ropes. Try as she might, nothing was helping.
They drove out of the city as McKeen revised his plans. The endless light from the city disappeared and the sky turned grey, signaling the approach of dawn.
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Catherine and Warrick were alone again. She sat on his bed, holding his hand. "Warrick… we have to talk," she started.
Warrick's green eyes grew wide with fear. Did she mean to break up with him? Had he done something wrong? He feared the worst but she only smiled softly. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. I just… want to know where we stand." She bit her lip and looked down, nervous about what his answer would be. Her fears vanished when he put his hand under her chin and looked her in the eye.
"I love you and that's all that matters. We can be anything you want. Sara and Grissom kept their relationship secret. If that's what you want to do, then fine. But, we can tell everyone. We'll work different shifts, sure, but I think it would be worth it…" The smile that lit Catherine's features was enough to make Warrick's pain vanish and his heart soar.
"I think…" she said, "we should tell everyone. What do we have to hide?" She still smiled her beautiful smile and Warrick had no choice but to smile back. It was one of the things that had made him fall in love with her. Her smile did something strange to him and he would do anything to make sure it stayed.
"I love you," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him.
"I love you more," he teased. She laughed. Another thing he loved about her. Oh, yes. And, her lips. They tasted like her: mysterious, sweet, with almost an aftertaste of coffee. Someone cleared their throat behind them and they pulled apart, blushing. Warrick's main nurse, Brenda, stood in the doorway.
"I need to take his blood, sweetheart," she told Catherine kindly. The nurse's smile was mischievous as she looked from Catherine to Warrick. She took his blood and said, "I'll let you kids continue now." She left, grinning to herself. She had never seen another couple quite so devoted.
The two of them spent a good hour and a half talking about everything. Finally, when Catherine's yawns were becoming more and more regular, Warrick insisted that they sleep. She agreed and curled up next to him. His strong arm was around her and he moved his hand back and forth along her back. Eventually, her breathing became regular and she drifted off to sleep. Warrick stayed awake a bit longer, content to just watch the woman he loved sleep.
Little did he know that the man who had shot him had kidnapped Grissom and Sara. He was oblivious and happy.
Ignorance is bliss.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the long time it took to update. I hoped you liked it! I originally was going to have McKeen kidnap Catherine, but I didn't want Lindsey to get caught in the crossfire. Oh yeah, and Hank is going to be okay. Don't worry, I could never kill him! Also, I'm not sure if his name is Hank or Bruno… I think it used to be Hank but they changed it…? No idea. So, if anyone knows, could you tell me? Thanks.
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