For My Friend Warrick
No they do not belong to me...wish they did though.
Okay...the chapter you have been waiting for...the killer finally revealed...soon the reason.
"Don't hurt anybody else,I'll go with you." Nick raised his hands and was starting to stand when he heard a gunshot from the other side of the box, Mary had taken the shot, the man fell to the ground.
Nick was stunned as he put a finger to the man's throat to check for a pulse.
"Is he dead?" still holding the gun in her feeble hands,"If not I'll shoot him again!" taking aim at the man on the ground.
"Mary, it's okay, he's alive, maybe he can answer some questions for Brass, hang on girl." feeling a little stunned that the woman who was so gentle could possibly take a shot like that.
"Is he a bad guy?" Mary asked as she put her weapon down beside her and stood.
"Yeah, he is Mary and I'm sure three are more out there, evidently they know I'm here." Nick felt exhausted from all the activity.
"A young woman and a police officer came here looking for you yesterday but we didn't know if we could trust them so we sent them away. Guess they figured it out." Shaking her head as she grabbed some bandages from the box that Annie had delivered.
Nick picked up the officer's discarded gun, placing it in his pants, and looked at Mary with sad eyes,"I really need to get out of here and soon." feeling as if he was going to get them all killed if he hung around.
"You need to lie back down before I get mad at you, I told you Martin will take care of it, he always takes care of us." Mary walked over to Nick and gave him a soft pat on the back.
Martin heard the gunshot and so had Brass and they made their way to Mary's boxed home, afraid that Nick had been killed. The sounds of sirens in the background could be heard.
As they arrived at Mary's makeshift home they saw the police officer, Brass couldn't help but to feel pissed, one of their own attempting to kill Nick,"Where's Nick?" he asked the little woman who was now placing a bandage to the head wound of the wounded man.
"Brass?" Nick turned around and looked up to see his friend, the emotion of seeing someone he assumed was dead was overwhelming, he stood and grabbed his friend into a hug,his left shoulder protesting any movement but he was so happy to see that he was alive and Brass felt the same."You're alive."
"Well, that depends on who you ask." Brass smiled, glad to see his friend again.
"What about Grissom, Sara, Catherine and Riley?" worried about his friends and if they had survived the explosion.
"They're all fine,they think you're dead too, they'll be happy to know you're still alive." Brass was taking in Nick's pale and thin appearance, the man had really suffered in the past few days.
"Did you find Dr Roberts? I thought she was dead, I couldn't get her out of the tunnel." His concern evident in his facial expressions.
"We found her, she's fine. I'm pretty sure she's thinking the same thing about you,she led me here actually" remembering her words about the green eyed man.
"She probably thinking about how many tests she is going to run on me when she gets her hands back on me." he smiled,feeling a little humor about his drill sargeant doctor.
Brass looked over to the man on the ground, the wound to his head,"Do you know him?"
"No, I thought you might, though he does look familiar." Nick was starring down at the injured man.
Brass looked at the tiny woman who was busying herself caring for the man,"She sot him?"
"Yeah,she did." he smiled and continued,"Hopefully he will be able to answer some questions but I think I already know who's behind this, who had Warrick murdered, who killed McKeen, and who is taking pop shots at me." Nick's vision was suddenly drawn to a flash of light up on the embankment, then he heard it, the shattering sound of gunfire, as he knocked Brass to the ground, the bullets barely missing them.
"Nick! Are you okay?" Brass asked as he was drawing his gun and pointing upwards, they could be picked off easily in their location. Where the hell was the team, he thought to himself, noticing for the first time that the sirens were now silenced but nowhere in sight.
"Yeah, I think." he looked around and saw that the little woman who had been so kind to him, who had saved his life, was now lying on the ground, her motionless body caught his attention and he crawled over to her and pulled her up into his arms, the gunfire still echoing through the camp.
"Mary!" he yelled at the little woman who was not responding to him, tears streaming down his face."Listen to me Mary, you can't die on me, you just can't die. Can you hear me Mary? Please hear me, please." Nick was oblivious to everything and everyone around him, his focus was on the woman in his arms.
Brass took a shot towards the direction of the fired round and silence ensued, the gunfire had stopped. He picked up his radio as he leaned against the concrete wall of the overpass and called again for help and for an ambulance.
Mary opened her fading eyes and looked up at Nick, "It's okay boy, I'm fine. I've actually been waiting for this day a long time,my work here is done." she coughed a weak cough,Nick could hear the sound of fluid filling her lungs,"But you've still got work to do,you have to live to bring justice to the man who killed your friend, so don't you let him down."
"Mary,don't do this to me, don't you die on me, please. I can't allow you to die like this." Nick pleaded, sobs wracking his body.
"It's okay Nicky,I lived this long to take care of you, now its your time to take care of your friend." her little fingers gripping his arm, she was in obvious pain but she smiled and looked at Nick in the eyes," Warrick will help you if you just learn to listen." Pausing to take a breath she looked up at Nick and smiled,"Tell Martin that I loved him, tell him ,that he was my very best friend." she then made a choking sound from her throat after uttering her last words, her eyes rolled upward then closed.
Mary's breathing was ragged for only a few more seconds then she took her final breath. Nick's body shook with emotion, tears streamed down his face, as he pulled her close to his body,as if he could will her back to life. The open wound to her chest still oozing blood,the loss of his new friend was more than he could bare.
Martin, who had been listening, walked over from his crouched position and nodded to the young man. With tears in his eyes he then reached down and took Mary's small body into his arms and walked away to grieve for the loss of his beloved friend.
Annie walked with Marin, she would help comfort the rest of the group, she turned and gave Nick a glance, seeing that his pain was immense,she knew she had to take care of Mary's friends first,but there was a pain that was very palpable in this man who grieved for the little woman, she gave him a soft smile then continued to follow Martin.
Nick picked up the gun that Mary had lay down earlier and started towards the embankment, he needed to find the man who had killed Mary, the man who had killed his best friend, Warrick. It was time for Nick to find deputy district attorney Jeffrey Sinclair.
"Nick, where are you going?" Brass called out, not knowing where the shooter was now located.
"To take care of what I should have already taken care of before it got this out of control." he muttered as he disappeared into the bushes, Brass following behind him, gun drawn.
Now you know...soon the reason why!