All I want
Chapter 2
A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. I'm on vacation with my cousin and I had to beg for days before he let me borrow his laptop.
"I paged Sara and Warrick," Grissom told Nick as he approached the younger CSI. He did a quick once over of the scene and realized it was one of the more gruesome scenes he'd ever processed. There was so much blood everywhere that he was suspicious. There was too much blood for a small child. Either the kid had lost all his blood or someone else had bled up here too. He took ten samples of blood from different places in the tree house and hoped they could come up with something. "I want you to take these samples back to the lab to be processed. Hopefully we'll get something from them. Take Greg back with you so Doc Robbins can check him over. I think he's in more pain than he's letting on."
"All right," Nick took the samples from his boss then carefully climbed down the ladder. He looked back up and yelled so Grissom could hear him. "I'll page you once the lab finds something."
Nick hurried to the front of the house and found Greg sitting on the curb by Grissom's Tahoe. Nick called out to his friend so he wouldn't startle Greg then quickly explained what Grissom had told him. The only part Greg didn't agree with was getting Robbins to check him over.
"I'm fine, I swear," Greg grumbled as he slowly got into Nick's Tahoe. Nick just shook his head disbelievingly when he seen Greg's grimace of pain. "Besides, with all the samples Grissom collected I'll have to start right away if I don't want to get swamped."
"Vincent's here," Nick pointed out as he stopped at a red light. He was watching a car on the other side of the intersection that was speeding up to the red light. It was going to run it if the driver didn't slow down. "We can't have you sitting around in pain all night. It's got to be against some kind of employee code."
"That car's about to run the light," Greg spotted the same car Nick had seen seconds before. They watched as the car crossed the intersection and thought the car had made it but then another car slammed into its side.
Neither Nick nor Greg can really remember what happened next. All they remember is the sounds of horns blaring, glass smashing, and metal crunching before everything grew dark.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. I'm on vacation with my cousin and I had to beg for days before he let me borrow his laptop.
"I paged Sara and Warrick," Grissom told Nick as he approached the younger CSI. He did a quick once over of the scene and realized it was one of the more gruesome scenes he'd ever processed. There was so much blood everywhere that he was suspicious. There was too much blood for a small child. Either the kid had lost all his blood or someone else had bled up here too. He took ten samples of blood from different places in the tree house and hoped they could come up with something. "I want you to take these samples back to the lab to be processed. Hopefully we'll get something from them. Take Greg back with you so Doc Robbins can check him over. I think he's in more pain than he's letting on."
"All right," Nick took the samples from his boss then carefully climbed down the ladder. He looked back up and yelled so Grissom could hear him. "I'll page you once the lab finds something."
Nick hurried to the front of the house and found Greg sitting on the curb by Grissom's Tahoe. Nick called out to his friend so he wouldn't startle Greg then quickly explained what Grissom had told him. The only part Greg didn't agree with was getting Robbins to check him over.
"I'm fine, I swear," Greg grumbled as he slowly got into Nick's Tahoe. Nick just shook his head disbelievingly when he seen Greg's grimace of pain. "Besides, with all the samples Grissom collected I'll have to start right away if I don't want to get swamped."
"Vincent's here," Nick pointed out as he stopped at a red light. He was watching a car on the other side of the intersection that was speeding up to the red light. It was going to run it if the driver didn't slow down. "We can't have you sitting around in pain all night. It's got to be against some kind of employee code."
"That car's about to run the light," Greg spotted the same car Nick had seen seconds before. They watched as the car crossed the intersection and thought the car had made it but then another car slammed into its side.
Neither Nick nor Greg can really remember what happened next. All they remember is the sounds of horns blaring, glass smashing, and metal crunching before everything grew dark.