Different tactics
Chapter 23: Lost
A/N: Sorry about leaving you guys hanging. I meant to post this last night but I got distracted by CSI: Miami and CSI.
"Oh my God, he shot them!" Catherine cried out. She leaned against Grissom, as she didn't trust her own legs to support her weight. She could see the shock and disbelief on Warrick's face and reached out for his hand. The three waited anxiously for news on their friends.
"This one's alive," a young cop yelled as he ran toward the paramedics. He was carrying a bundle of blankets and Warrick went over to identify the survivor. He hoped it wasn't Nigel Crane. Grissom stayed with Catherine to see if he could calm her down so she wouldn't go into shock.
"Victim one is male, approximately twenty-six years of age, with a laceration to his upper arm," the paramedic was relaying information to the hospital as Warrick approached. "His BP is 115/85, pulse is rapid, breathing shallow, and his temp is 101.2 degrees. Pupils are dilated, possible concussion, but also could be from the fever. Victim is conscious and responsive."
"Greg?" Warrick stepped into the ambulance and felt a sense of relief wash over him when he saw the young lab tech awake and alive. "You had us worried Greggo. Gris! Cath! Greg's alive!" he watched as their heads snapped up and they hurriedly got to their feet.
"Thank God!" Catherine was at Greg's side in a flash, Grissom a second later. She put all her energy and concentration on fussing over the young man so she didn't have to think about her possibly two dead friends. "Do you need anything? Some water or something to eat?"
"I'm going to be sick," Greg groaned and the paramedic was quick to hold up a plastic bag. His friends winced, as he was violently sick. Greg's flu had finally caught up with him. He closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them. When he did his eyes met Grissom's concerned ones and he felt someone take his hand. His eyes were unnaturally bright with fever and he was pale from loss of blood.
"Try to sleep Greg," Grissom told him. He gave Greg's hand another squeeze of assurance when Greg's eyes filled with panic. He knew whatever happened in that room had scared Greg, scared him even more than being raped had. He didn't even want to think what would have scared the lab tech after all he'd already been through. When Grissom came out of his thoughts Greg was sleeping, his hand still with a firm grip on Grissom's. "Any word on the others?"
"They're bringing out the body now," Catherine looked over at him, fear evident in his voice and her eyes. Warrick had already volunteered to identify the dead body, and they could only hope it wasn't Nick. They already knew Sara was missing and the police thought Nigel had taken her when they charged the room.
"It's not Nick!" they heard Warrick cry out in relief. His loud exclamation woke Greg but everyone's attention was focused on the man running toward the ambulance. "It's not Nick. It's Nigel. Nigel's dead and he can never hurt anyone ever again. You guys here that? Nigel's Dead!"
"So if Nigel's dead then where are Nick and Sara?" Greg's weak voice asked from the gurney. Grissom squeezed his hand for the third time that night, unsure of how to answer the seemingly innocent question. He had two missing CSI's, an injured lad tech, and a dead kidnapper. Nick and Sara had to be somewhere inside that bungalow as it was surrounded and no one had come out except for the officers, Greg, and Nigel's body. Nick and Sara were lost inside the house.
A/N: Sorry about leaving you guys hanging. I meant to post this last night but I got distracted by CSI: Miami and CSI.
"Oh my God, he shot them!" Catherine cried out. She leaned against Grissom, as she didn't trust her own legs to support her weight. She could see the shock and disbelief on Warrick's face and reached out for his hand. The three waited anxiously for news on their friends.
"This one's alive," a young cop yelled as he ran toward the paramedics. He was carrying a bundle of blankets and Warrick went over to identify the survivor. He hoped it wasn't Nigel Crane. Grissom stayed with Catherine to see if he could calm her down so she wouldn't go into shock.
"Victim one is male, approximately twenty-six years of age, with a laceration to his upper arm," the paramedic was relaying information to the hospital as Warrick approached. "His BP is 115/85, pulse is rapid, breathing shallow, and his temp is 101.2 degrees. Pupils are dilated, possible concussion, but also could be from the fever. Victim is conscious and responsive."
"Greg?" Warrick stepped into the ambulance and felt a sense of relief wash over him when he saw the young lab tech awake and alive. "You had us worried Greggo. Gris! Cath! Greg's alive!" he watched as their heads snapped up and they hurriedly got to their feet.
"Thank God!" Catherine was at Greg's side in a flash, Grissom a second later. She put all her energy and concentration on fussing over the young man so she didn't have to think about her possibly two dead friends. "Do you need anything? Some water or something to eat?"
"I'm going to be sick," Greg groaned and the paramedic was quick to hold up a plastic bag. His friends winced, as he was violently sick. Greg's flu had finally caught up with him. He closed his eyes for a moment before reopening them. When he did his eyes met Grissom's concerned ones and he felt someone take his hand. His eyes were unnaturally bright with fever and he was pale from loss of blood.
"Try to sleep Greg," Grissom told him. He gave Greg's hand another squeeze of assurance when Greg's eyes filled with panic. He knew whatever happened in that room had scared Greg, scared him even more than being raped had. He didn't even want to think what would have scared the lab tech after all he'd already been through. When Grissom came out of his thoughts Greg was sleeping, his hand still with a firm grip on Grissom's. "Any word on the others?"
"They're bringing out the body now," Catherine looked over at him, fear evident in his voice and her eyes. Warrick had already volunteered to identify the dead body, and they could only hope it wasn't Nick. They already knew Sara was missing and the police thought Nigel had taken her when they charged the room.
"It's not Nick!" they heard Warrick cry out in relief. His loud exclamation woke Greg but everyone's attention was focused on the man running toward the ambulance. "It's not Nick. It's Nigel. Nigel's dead and he can never hurt anyone ever again. You guys here that? Nigel's Dead!"
"So if Nigel's dead then where are Nick and Sara?" Greg's weak voice asked from the gurney. Grissom squeezed his hand for the third time that night, unsure of how to answer the seemingly innocent question. He had two missing CSI's, an injured lad tech, and a dead kidnapper. Nick and Sara had to be somewhere inside that bungalow as it was surrounded and no one had come out except for the officers, Greg, and Nigel's body. Nick and Sara were lost inside the house.