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Chapter 12
"You have made the paper Miss Tyler". Warrick told Rose with a sense of achievement in his voice as he was reading the paper.
"Oh great… just what a wanted".
"It says" clearing his throat "Las Vegas' top crime scene investigator stabbed in a cruel, vindictive attack on her randomly. At just sixteen, CSI Tyler is the youngest CSI to be recruited ever. This was due to the amazing crime scene analysing skills. However CSI Tyler was vindictively attacked and put into……"
Warrick trailed off as Matthew Smithton was stood at the doorway which a big bunch of flowers.
"Your not suppose to be here" Warrick stood up defensively.
"Warrick its fine… babe" Rose hushed him. "Hey Matt, you okay?"
"Rose I'm so sorry. I had to tell Grissom everything. I swear if this was…"
"Matt… It's fine. I very much doubt it was. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A random attack yea".
Matthew sighed and then shuffled his feet. "Well these are for you".
Rose smiled gratefully at Matthew and Warrick tensed up. He stepped forward and took the flowers off Matthew.
"Matt, they are lovely thank you. And when I'm out of here I will close this case I promise you."
"When you are ready Rose. You need to rest first." Warrick directed it at Matthew.
Matthew could tell he wasn't wanted.
"Right well …I'll leave you too it then. Get better soon Rose and if you need anything I'm here."
"It's okay I've got everything covered for her….thanks".
Rose shot Warrick a 'stop it' warning look. Matthew smiled and left the room.
Brass, Nick and Sara pulled up in a vehicle with an arrest warrant for James Bone. Sara, with the help of Hodges and Wendy finally were able to lift a fingerprint from the shard of blade found inside of Rosalie.
"Right, Nick you come with me… Sara you take the back…let's get this son of a bitch for Rose's sake."
Brass pulled his gun out of his holster which was the signal for Nick and Sara to do the same. All three primed their guns so that they were ready fire if needed be. Brass signals over head for Sara to get to the back of the apartment, while he and Nick moved into place at the front door. Banging on the front door Brass shouted,
"Police, Mr Bone open up".
There was no answer. Brass nodded to Nick for the signal to break down the door. They had their guns up and aired. Nick went around each room shouting clear. James Bone was not there. Sara walked through the back and sighed. This was getting dangerous. They hadn't a clue where he was
Rose started to drift into a light sleep. She still was all drugged up on every pain killer you could imagine. She could feel her eyes getting heaver and warrick looking more and more blurred until he wasn't there. It was a deep blackness. Then she started to dream. The blackness turned into a deep blue like vortex, she was flying, someone deep. Not earth.
"Come with me".
A single voice was replayed in her head. A distinctive male's voice. Yet she didn't recognise it. She started searching for a face. Yet she couldn't find one. A soft hand grabbed hers and locked fingers with hers. Then she was lay down. Somewhere. She didn't know this guy but she felt so safe in his arms. His soft hands caressing her face, moving down to her lower back, his lips traced her jaw line and stayed there for a while kissing her neck softly.
"I love you sweetheart, I'm so sorry it's taken so long for me to actually say I love you".
This made Rose kiss him more fiercely yet passionately. It has been what Rose had wanted for so long. She somehow knew this. He gently grabbed onto her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Their bodies started to more in time together and then….
"Rose Mickey is on the phone sweetie".
Rose quickly woke herself up with hot sweats. Did that actually happen? She rubbed her face with her hands and took the phone of Warrick. Warrick left kissed the top of her head and left her in peace to talk on the phone.
"Hey Mickey…" Rose counted to three in her head and then smiled slightly as she knew she was right.
Mickey was flustered down the phone asking impassionedly if she was okay and what on earth had happened. He didn't even take a breath between each question. Who was it? Is the hospital taking care of you? Who is with you now? What have the other CSI's said? Do you want me to come over? Do you want to come back? Rose answered with quick answers with ; don't know, yes they are, Warrick is with me, the other's are trying their best to find evidence, no I'm fine you don't have to come over and I'm okay here I don't want to be back in London. Mickey slightly growled at the name of Warrick. Mickey Smith had recently been feeling Rose's new life in Vegas meant that Warrick Brown was taking her of him. He knew it was childish but he couldn't help it. After all the history they had. To up and leave him at sixteen to go to America then fall in love with someone else. It stabbed him a little. He didn't even know if she didn't love him but he couldn't bear to thin that she did as she was still number one in his life at this moment.
"Mickey I'm okay. Everything is going to be okay now".
Once the cuts were treated with a few stitches and I false name was given, the gun started to get more adrenaline back into its system. The clock has moved on an hour or so. Hopefully it wasn't too late. Getting out of the A & E the gun briskly walked along the normal ward corridors. Over hearing someone before mentioning the special ward, the there was no need for making up stories. The hands started to twitch again on the trigger. Still burring from the stitches the hands began to boil. This boiling sensation moved u the rest of the body like hot blood running through the system. This was it. The job that was supposed to have been done ages ago. The job that was about to wipe the smile of all their faces. The energy was pulsing through even more now. The gun wanting to fulfil its purpose edging out the holster. The hand finding the trigger hole. As it was gripping tightly, it felt like home. It was the ward. The specific ward. The end of an era that needs to be fulfilled. It took a deep breath and….
So what's going to happen next. Sorry I left it very coronation street/Eastender's like …Please review and let me know what you think: D XxX
