Different tactics
Chapter 19: Worry
A/N: Here's the next chapter, up the same day, just like I promised. I'll have another chapter up by Sunday as I have a six-hour car ride tomorrow and will have plenty of time to think.
"Sara," Sara could faintly hear someone calling to her. She struggled to open her eyes and blinked as the fading sunlight hit her eyes. "You fainted. Are you going to be all right?"
Sara nodded. She remembered hearing the shot then fainting. She looked around for Catherine or Warrick and found them standing by the Tahoe, looking over at her worriedly. "What happened guys? Who was shot? Is Nick okay? Is Nigel dead?"
"Slow down Sidle," Warrick told her. He and Catherine had just barely caught Sara before she fell to the ground and Brass had spent almost five minutes trying to get her back to consciousness. "We don't know anything yet. Nigel must be alive since no one's coming out but it almost means Nick's still alive. If he wasn't then the police could take Nigel down. There's still hope Sara. Don't give up on Nick yet."
"I'm not," Sara protested and wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm up. It was beginning to get cold outside. She stood on her tiptoes in a vain effort to see more but it failed. All it did was make her feet sore. "I wish I knew what was going on. I feel so helpless."
"We all do honey," Catherine told her. She, herself, had been feeling helpless since this whole thing began. Tonight was the first time she thought she was going to be able to feel useful but she just felt more helpless than ever. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll get Nicky back Sara."
"What are you all standing around for?" a very familiar voice asked from behind them. They turned around and were shocked to see the figure that they knew hadn't been with them a few minutes ago. "What's going on? Did something bad happen?"
"Didn't we leave you at Warrick's?" Catherine asked Grissom. She could see a bundle of blankets standing behind him and guessed that somewhere underneath was Greg. "You're supposed to be resting Greg. And you, you're supposed to make sure that he rests. How is he supposed to rest here?"
"How am I supposed to rest anywhere knowing that my best friend is being held hostage by a psycho?" Greg retorted. Catherine could see the unshed tears in his eyes and her resolved immediately crumbled. He looked so lost and scared that she wanted to take him on to her lap and hold him close. "I have to be here Cath."
"All right Greggo," she replied softly. She pulled on one of the blankets to move him closer to where the others were still leaning against the Tahoe, anxiously awaiting news. "At least have a seat all right? I'll sit with you. My legs could use a break."
Greg nodded and sat down on the pavement. Catherine sat next to him and he offered her some blanket. They huddled together and after a few minutes Sara sat on the other side of Greg and Grissom and Warrick sat down behind them. They could only hope that this would all be over soon and that Nick would be just fine.
A/N: Here's the next chapter, up the same day, just like I promised. I'll have another chapter up by Sunday as I have a six-hour car ride tomorrow and will have plenty of time to think.
"Sara," Sara could faintly hear someone calling to her. She struggled to open her eyes and blinked as the fading sunlight hit her eyes. "You fainted. Are you going to be all right?"
Sara nodded. She remembered hearing the shot then fainting. She looked around for Catherine or Warrick and found them standing by the Tahoe, looking over at her worriedly. "What happened guys? Who was shot? Is Nick okay? Is Nigel dead?"
"Slow down Sidle," Warrick told her. He and Catherine had just barely caught Sara before she fell to the ground and Brass had spent almost five minutes trying to get her back to consciousness. "We don't know anything yet. Nigel must be alive since no one's coming out but it almost means Nick's still alive. If he wasn't then the police could take Nigel down. There's still hope Sara. Don't give up on Nick yet."
"I'm not," Sara protested and wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm up. It was beginning to get cold outside. She stood on her tiptoes in a vain effort to see more but it failed. All it did was make her feet sore. "I wish I knew what was going on. I feel so helpless."
"We all do honey," Catherine told her. She, herself, had been feeling helpless since this whole thing began. Tonight was the first time she thought she was going to be able to feel useful but she just felt more helpless than ever. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll get Nicky back Sara."
"What are you all standing around for?" a very familiar voice asked from behind them. They turned around and were shocked to see the figure that they knew hadn't been with them a few minutes ago. "What's going on? Did something bad happen?"
"Didn't we leave you at Warrick's?" Catherine asked Grissom. She could see a bundle of blankets standing behind him and guessed that somewhere underneath was Greg. "You're supposed to be resting Greg. And you, you're supposed to make sure that he rests. How is he supposed to rest here?"
"How am I supposed to rest anywhere knowing that my best friend is being held hostage by a psycho?" Greg retorted. Catherine could see the unshed tears in his eyes and her resolved immediately crumbled. He looked so lost and scared that she wanted to take him on to her lap and hold him close. "I have to be here Cath."
"All right Greggo," she replied softly. She pulled on one of the blankets to move him closer to where the others were still leaning against the Tahoe, anxiously awaiting news. "At least have a seat all right? I'll sit with you. My legs could use a break."
Greg nodded and sat down on the pavement. Catherine sat next to him and he offered her some blanket. They huddled together and after a few minutes Sara sat on the other side of Greg and Grissom and Warrick sat down behind them. They could only hope that this would all be over soon and that Nick would be just fine.