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Reluctantly answering it after breaking the sexually charged kiss he answered with an annoyed,
"Grissom,"
"Grissom, We've got a problem. I think Brass might be dead."
"Who is this?" The voice was barely audible and Grissom didn't recognise it.
"It's the bogeyman! Who the hell do you think it is?!" Greg answered with annoyance. Surely Grissom knew the situation by now so why on earth wasn't he here?
"Greg! What are you talking about?" Grissom prompted.
"Phone Ecklie. He'll explain everything. Tell him what I just said, he'll know what to do."
"What makes you so sure I don't know what to do?" By the time Grissom had replied to Greg's statement the young lab tech had hung up on him. Damn. What was going on here?
"Ecklie."
"What the hell is going on Conrad?"
"Who told you?"
"Does it matter! What's going on and why does Greg think Brass is dead?"
"Shit he said that to you?"
"Yes." Grissom replied, his concern for his team growing by the second.
"When was this?"
"Just before I phoned you."
"Look, get your ass outside the hospital. I'm on my way over to the team now I'll pick you up on my way there." With that Ecklie hung up and Grissom stared at his phone in distress. Something bad was happening and for once Grissom wasn't the first to know. It unnerved him to know that he'd fallen out of the loop, out of the close chain of command that made him the glue to hold everyone else together. He was the constant, or at least he had been, what had gone so wrong?
In one word that question could be answered. Sara. However, it wasn't exactly her fault. It was his for falling for her. However, he could live with the guilt of being in love with a beautiful woman; just not if one of his team died. Kissing Sara goodbye he bolted out of the building and waited anxiously outside the entrance. Fidgeting and swapping his weight from foot to foot incessantly he noticed how nervous he was. Not a feeling he had very often.
As quickly as it appeared around the entrance to the car park, it disappeared with Grissom inside. Ecklie's SUV that is. Ecklie as briefly and as quickly as he could he explained what had happened so far, whilst still trying to concentrate on his manic speeding which he tried to pass off as driving. Grissom suddenly realised he had no idea what to do. Most if not all of his team were in danger and he had to work with a man he disliked to try and save them.
This was going to be a long night . or rather morning as dawn set over Las Vegas.
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Why aren't the uniforms here yet? Warrick frantically tried to calm himself and to think rational thoughts but it was proving harder to do in actual practice. The strange woman had tied him up to the chair and patrolled the room for some time now in complete silence however if the two hostages and their captor's thoughts were made public the room would be buzzing with conversation.
Something had to give. Somebody needed to do something. Warrick just never would've counted on it being Catherine.
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Greg had kept Nick talking for nearly ten minutes and neither Catherine, Warrick nor Brass had emerged from the haunting building. Sure he'd overreacted on the phone to Grissom but if it meant he got his ass over here in a hurry then it would be well worth it. He didn't like being on his own, ok so technically he wasn't because Nick was there but his conversation wasn't exactly whipping him into a verbal frenzy. Ok so it wasn't the poor sod's fault. Greg imagined the pain that Nick must be in and chastised himself for being so insensitive. This place was just freaking him out. He hated when there were noises yet he hated the silence. He had hated it during the dark hours and now as it became light it wasn't any less frightening.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang that Greg recognised as a gunshot and suddenly cowered down next to his friend. Breathing hard and loud he hoped by his exaggeration on the phone to Grissom that he hadn't given fate ideas.
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The door flung open and pushed the unsuspecting vanquisher onto the hard wooden floor. Caught off guard, her weapon dropped to the floor and Catherine stepped over to it and placed one of her 3 inch stiletto clad feet over it, protecting it from its owner.
"I think we need to talk don't we Casey?"
"You know each other?" Warrick asked incredulously. Firstly, the impressive and much appreciated arrival of his friend and secondly the fact she knew who the hell this psycho was.
"Yes we do." The newly named 'Casey' revealed as she snarled at Catherine. Meanwhile Catherine smiled down at her with a look of pure smug satisfaction.
"Casey Donahugh. Killed her boyfriend. It was the perfect murder, we couldn't pin it on her. That was until Sara found the tiniest spec of gunpowder residue on Casey's shirt and then the tiniest little dot of blood on the Vic's shirt that didn't belong to him. Surprise surprise guess who it belonged to?"
"Her."
"Hey watch who your talking to!" Casey was obviously riled now but she remained on the floor.
"No, watch who you're talking to. I think you'll find I'm in control here."
"Wanna bet?" As quick as lightning Casey had rolled over and before Catherine could prepare herself Casey had launched herself at the strawberry blond. Grabbing the gun from its place on the floor she regained her composure and stood over Catherine glaring at her.
"What did you think you'd win? If these to reprobates could defeat me then you sure as hell aren't going to! Don't make me shoot you. Actually, I think you've done enough to join you're friend Sara in the morgue."
Warrick was suddenly hit with a bright idea. "You don't know do you?"
"Know what?"
"Sara's not dead. She's very much alive and well at the hospital."
"She's what?" Casey bellowed, the screech reverberating off the walls of the small room.
"She's not dead. She's tough." Warrick smirked at the fact he had one over on the lunatic stood next to him. Damn he loved being superior to criminals. Casey still staring at him rose the gun to his head level and quickly pulled the trigger. Closing his eyes he felt no pain. Well he knew death would have been instantaneous. Cracking an eye open slightly he noticed with a start he was very much alive. Casey smirked at the coward of a man before her.
"Yes you're alive. But don't make me shoot you."
Warily turning around he saw the window has smashed into a thousand, maybe even a million, different pieces. He'd never been that scared in his whole entire life, and that was saying something. Casey returned her leaden gaze towards Catherine. "You don't get it do you?" she spat out. "You with your job and your kid. Your perfect little existence, I never had that. Jason deserved to die. Jason the jock, Jason Deacon the perfect guy. As if! Do you know what he used to do to me? He beat me so badly once that I was a coma for days. But did you check your records on that one?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Catherine asked. Ignoring her question, Casey continued with her ranting and raving.
"One night he came home drunk and started to get hostile. He was going to beat me again and this time I decided I wasn't going to be his punch bag anymore. I ran to the study where he kept his gun and I shot him. So I'm sorry for defending myself but the bastard deserved what he got. What goes around come around. That's what Sara got. Unfortunately she lived." She twisted her face into a gnarled, evil frown and continued to stare at the blond beneath her. "You don't know because you didn't care enough to check. I've done 3 years of a life sentence and I'm not going back. I escaped from that hellhole and I came here. A little of unfinished business. I'm just a bit disappointed that the infamous Grissom hasn't shown up. I guess there's still time but I think I should get rid of you first. You don't deserve to be part of this master plan so you won't be. Don't interfere in something you know nothing about." She emphasised the word nothing with a specific distaste towards Catherine.
"Any last requests?"
"Let me phone my daughter."
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Greg threw down anything that he didn't need onto the ground. Cell, keys etc and planted them next to Nick. Whispering a quick goodbye and a 'Hang in there buddy,' he left the side of his co-worker. Taking a deep breath he couldn't quite believe what he was about to do. The team had always got him out of messes before never the other way round. They were relying on him, Greg just hoped that he didn't screw it up.
Entering the house hesitantly he had second thoughts. He knew he could just turn back now and wait for Ecklie and Grissom but he had no idea how long they would be. He was on his own and he both hated and relished that nugget of information. Psyching himself up he whispered into the darkness, "Don't let them die, go get them out. You can do it." He wasn't sure how but he was determined to do it. Running on adrenaline, he refused to acknowledge the fact he was unarmed. The sheer electricity that coursed through his veins was enough. Or at least he hoped it would be.
Primarily, he guided himself by hugging the wall and although he must have looked stupid it was working fine for him. Slowly getting accustomed to the light he found his way towards the stairs. He could hear muffled voices but they sounded angry. What was he getting himself into?
He didn't have time to answer that question because his body acted before his head could properly think through each process of his so called plan. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the door handle. Silently turning it he braced himself for what he was about to do. Come on Greg, he kept chanting. It was the only thing that was keeping him from throwing up with nerves right now. Taking another deep breath, he made sure to inhale deeply. Before he could breathe out, he burst in through the door, spotted the stranger and threw himself at her pinning her to the ground.
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Warrick couldn't believe his eyes. At first he thought it must be a uniform but after spotting the garish Hawaiian shirt he knew it was Greg. Catherine had just been on the phone as Casey had been watching and then Greg had busted in and threw himself at her. It would've been impressive if Warrick wasn't so shocked.
He noticed that Catherine was still holding onto her phone grasping onto it tightly, moving quickly out of the way of the wrestling duo next to her on the floor. She was praying for someone to answer but Warrick couldn't deduce if her prayer was successful or not. And a couple of seconds later it wouldn't even matter.
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Nick had been lying on the ground, fighting to stay conscious. He thought he must be hallucinating when he heard the cell ringing and then when he saw both Grissom and Ecklie running frantically towards him. Ecklie answered the cell and listened intently to the racket on the other end.
Grissom didn't need to be next to the receiver, he could hear the noise about a metre away from where Ecklie was hogging it. He heard the shouts and screams and lots of banging and then 2 very specific sounds. That of 2 gunshots.
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It was hard to tell what had happened but suddenly blood was gushing from somewhere, the team just hoped it wasn't from Greg. However, the closed eyes and listless form of the young lab tech dashed the hopeful thoughts. As Catherine recoiled away from the two lifeless bodies on the floor, the door flung open to reveal Ecklie and Grissom, However Catherine found herself thinking, too little too late.
Grissom leant down quickly next to the bodies and rolled the female one off Greg. Grissom put a hand to Greg's face and tried to open his eyes but the pupils refused to acknowledge his presence. Grissom searched Greg's body with his gaze to find the offending bullet and found it just above Greg's left hipbone. Ecklie checked the pulse of the other body and found it to be absent, she was definitely dead whoever she was. She had a wound to the stomach, there was no chance she'd have survived it from that close a distance. But could Greg?
Grissom found Greg's pulse and tried to wake the unconscious man beneath him. Finally he succeeded in his task and listened carefully to the quiet rasps Greg offered as explanation.
"I'm sorry Grissom,"
"What for Greg?"
"I should have waited. None of this would have happened if I hadn't come in here on my own."
Ecklie untied both Brass and Warrick and they all knelt down on the floor next to Greg.
"No Greg, you saved us." Warrick tried to reassure his friend who was sobbing with either pain or emotion.
"No you would have saved yourselves. You didn't need me. I was just trying to be the hero for once. I'm sorry," his breaths became closer and closer together and Grissom feared that he was losing Greg. "Tell my parents that I did ok will you. They've never been proud of me, maybe they will now. And tell Nick I'm sorry for leaving him outside. A professional wouldn't do that." He gasped for air once more and swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily closed and then he finally managed to rasp, "You've all been so good to me over the years. Thank you for everything. You all mean the world to me. and . and ." He stopped talking for a second and Grissom touched his face lightly trying to keep him conscious whilst applying pressure to Greg's heavily bleeding wound. "and Warrick you're welcome to my shirt collection. Let me go guys, it's ok the angels are here for me."
As the voices and crying of his friends and colleagues faded into the background, Greg could see his Grandmother, his mother and father and also his Auntie Mary. They were all dead and he knew that they'd come to get him. He was going with them. Suddenly dying didn't seem so bad. He knew the pain would soon stop and he relished that fact. Breathing his last he grasped hold of his mother's outstretched hand and fell into the endless expanse of white light before him.
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Reluctantly answering it after breaking the sexually charged kiss he answered with an annoyed,
"Grissom,"
"Grissom, We've got a problem. I think Brass might be dead."
"Who is this?" The voice was barely audible and Grissom didn't recognise it.
"It's the bogeyman! Who the hell do you think it is?!" Greg answered with annoyance. Surely Grissom knew the situation by now so why on earth wasn't he here?
"Greg! What are you talking about?" Grissom prompted.
"Phone Ecklie. He'll explain everything. Tell him what I just said, he'll know what to do."
"What makes you so sure I don't know what to do?" By the time Grissom had replied to Greg's statement the young lab tech had hung up on him. Damn. What was going on here?
"Ecklie."
"What the hell is going on Conrad?"
"Who told you?"
"Does it matter! What's going on and why does Greg think Brass is dead?"
"Shit he said that to you?"
"Yes." Grissom replied, his concern for his team growing by the second.
"When was this?"
"Just before I phoned you."
"Look, get your ass outside the hospital. I'm on my way over to the team now I'll pick you up on my way there." With that Ecklie hung up and Grissom stared at his phone in distress. Something bad was happening and for once Grissom wasn't the first to know. It unnerved him to know that he'd fallen out of the loop, out of the close chain of command that made him the glue to hold everyone else together. He was the constant, or at least he had been, what had gone so wrong?
In one word that question could be answered. Sara. However, it wasn't exactly her fault. It was his for falling for her. However, he could live with the guilt of being in love with a beautiful woman; just not if one of his team died. Kissing Sara goodbye he bolted out of the building and waited anxiously outside the entrance. Fidgeting and swapping his weight from foot to foot incessantly he noticed how nervous he was. Not a feeling he had very often.
As quickly as it appeared around the entrance to the car park, it disappeared with Grissom inside. Ecklie's SUV that is. Ecklie as briefly and as quickly as he could he explained what had happened so far, whilst still trying to concentrate on his manic speeding which he tried to pass off as driving. Grissom suddenly realised he had no idea what to do. Most if not all of his team were in danger and he had to work with a man he disliked to try and save them.
This was going to be a long night . or rather morning as dawn set over Las Vegas.
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Why aren't the uniforms here yet? Warrick frantically tried to calm himself and to think rational thoughts but it was proving harder to do in actual practice. The strange woman had tied him up to the chair and patrolled the room for some time now in complete silence however if the two hostages and their captor's thoughts were made public the room would be buzzing with conversation.
Something had to give. Somebody needed to do something. Warrick just never would've counted on it being Catherine.
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Greg had kept Nick talking for nearly ten minutes and neither Catherine, Warrick nor Brass had emerged from the haunting building. Sure he'd overreacted on the phone to Grissom but if it meant he got his ass over here in a hurry then it would be well worth it. He didn't like being on his own, ok so technically he wasn't because Nick was there but his conversation wasn't exactly whipping him into a verbal frenzy. Ok so it wasn't the poor sod's fault. Greg imagined the pain that Nick must be in and chastised himself for being so insensitive. This place was just freaking him out. He hated when there were noises yet he hated the silence. He had hated it during the dark hours and now as it became light it wasn't any less frightening.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang that Greg recognised as a gunshot and suddenly cowered down next to his friend. Breathing hard and loud he hoped by his exaggeration on the phone to Grissom that he hadn't given fate ideas.
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The door flung open and pushed the unsuspecting vanquisher onto the hard wooden floor. Caught off guard, her weapon dropped to the floor and Catherine stepped over to it and placed one of her 3 inch stiletto clad feet over it, protecting it from its owner.
"I think we need to talk don't we Casey?"
"You know each other?" Warrick asked incredulously. Firstly, the impressive and much appreciated arrival of his friend and secondly the fact she knew who the hell this psycho was.
"Yes we do." The newly named 'Casey' revealed as she snarled at Catherine. Meanwhile Catherine smiled down at her with a look of pure smug satisfaction.
"Casey Donahugh. Killed her boyfriend. It was the perfect murder, we couldn't pin it on her. That was until Sara found the tiniest spec of gunpowder residue on Casey's shirt and then the tiniest little dot of blood on the Vic's shirt that didn't belong to him. Surprise surprise guess who it belonged to?"
"Her."
"Hey watch who your talking to!" Casey was obviously riled now but she remained on the floor.
"No, watch who you're talking to. I think you'll find I'm in control here."
"Wanna bet?" As quick as lightning Casey had rolled over and before Catherine could prepare herself Casey had launched herself at the strawberry blond. Grabbing the gun from its place on the floor she regained her composure and stood over Catherine glaring at her.
"What did you think you'd win? If these to reprobates could defeat me then you sure as hell aren't going to! Don't make me shoot you. Actually, I think you've done enough to join you're friend Sara in the morgue."
Warrick was suddenly hit with a bright idea. "You don't know do you?"
"Know what?"
"Sara's not dead. She's very much alive and well at the hospital."
"She's what?" Casey bellowed, the screech reverberating off the walls of the small room.
"She's not dead. She's tough." Warrick smirked at the fact he had one over on the lunatic stood next to him. Damn he loved being superior to criminals. Casey still staring at him rose the gun to his head level and quickly pulled the trigger. Closing his eyes he felt no pain. Well he knew death would have been instantaneous. Cracking an eye open slightly he noticed with a start he was very much alive. Casey smirked at the coward of a man before her.
"Yes you're alive. But don't make me shoot you."
Warily turning around he saw the window has smashed into a thousand, maybe even a million, different pieces. He'd never been that scared in his whole entire life, and that was saying something. Casey returned her leaden gaze towards Catherine. "You don't get it do you?" she spat out. "You with your job and your kid. Your perfect little existence, I never had that. Jason deserved to die. Jason the jock, Jason Deacon the perfect guy. As if! Do you know what he used to do to me? He beat me so badly once that I was a coma for days. But did you check your records on that one?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Catherine asked. Ignoring her question, Casey continued with her ranting and raving.
"One night he came home drunk and started to get hostile. He was going to beat me again and this time I decided I wasn't going to be his punch bag anymore. I ran to the study where he kept his gun and I shot him. So I'm sorry for defending myself but the bastard deserved what he got. What goes around come around. That's what Sara got. Unfortunately she lived." She twisted her face into a gnarled, evil frown and continued to stare at the blond beneath her. "You don't know because you didn't care enough to check. I've done 3 years of a life sentence and I'm not going back. I escaped from that hellhole and I came here. A little of unfinished business. I'm just a bit disappointed that the infamous Grissom hasn't shown up. I guess there's still time but I think I should get rid of you first. You don't deserve to be part of this master plan so you won't be. Don't interfere in something you know nothing about." She emphasised the word nothing with a specific distaste towards Catherine.
"Any last requests?"
"Let me phone my daughter."
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Greg threw down anything that he didn't need onto the ground. Cell, keys etc and planted them next to Nick. Whispering a quick goodbye and a 'Hang in there buddy,' he left the side of his co-worker. Taking a deep breath he couldn't quite believe what he was about to do. The team had always got him out of messes before never the other way round. They were relying on him, Greg just hoped that he didn't screw it up.
Entering the house hesitantly he had second thoughts. He knew he could just turn back now and wait for Ecklie and Grissom but he had no idea how long they would be. He was on his own and he both hated and relished that nugget of information. Psyching himself up he whispered into the darkness, "Don't let them die, go get them out. You can do it." He wasn't sure how but he was determined to do it. Running on adrenaline, he refused to acknowledge the fact he was unarmed. The sheer electricity that coursed through his veins was enough. Or at least he hoped it would be.
Primarily, he guided himself by hugging the wall and although he must have looked stupid it was working fine for him. Slowly getting accustomed to the light he found his way towards the stairs. He could hear muffled voices but they sounded angry. What was he getting himself into?
He didn't have time to answer that question because his body acted before his head could properly think through each process of his so called plan. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the door handle. Silently turning it he braced himself for what he was about to do. Come on Greg, he kept chanting. It was the only thing that was keeping him from throwing up with nerves right now. Taking another deep breath, he made sure to inhale deeply. Before he could breathe out, he burst in through the door, spotted the stranger and threw himself at her pinning her to the ground.
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Warrick couldn't believe his eyes. At first he thought it must be a uniform but after spotting the garish Hawaiian shirt he knew it was Greg. Catherine had just been on the phone as Casey had been watching and then Greg had busted in and threw himself at her. It would've been impressive if Warrick wasn't so shocked.
He noticed that Catherine was still holding onto her phone grasping onto it tightly, moving quickly out of the way of the wrestling duo next to her on the floor. She was praying for someone to answer but Warrick couldn't deduce if her prayer was successful or not. And a couple of seconds later it wouldn't even matter.
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Nick had been lying on the ground, fighting to stay conscious. He thought he must be hallucinating when he heard the cell ringing and then when he saw both Grissom and Ecklie running frantically towards him. Ecklie answered the cell and listened intently to the racket on the other end.
Grissom didn't need to be next to the receiver, he could hear the noise about a metre away from where Ecklie was hogging it. He heard the shouts and screams and lots of banging and then 2 very specific sounds. That of 2 gunshots.
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It was hard to tell what had happened but suddenly blood was gushing from somewhere, the team just hoped it wasn't from Greg. However, the closed eyes and listless form of the young lab tech dashed the hopeful thoughts. As Catherine recoiled away from the two lifeless bodies on the floor, the door flung open to reveal Ecklie and Grissom, However Catherine found herself thinking, too little too late.
Grissom leant down quickly next to the bodies and rolled the female one off Greg. Grissom put a hand to Greg's face and tried to open his eyes but the pupils refused to acknowledge his presence. Grissom searched Greg's body with his gaze to find the offending bullet and found it just above Greg's left hipbone. Ecklie checked the pulse of the other body and found it to be absent, she was definitely dead whoever she was. She had a wound to the stomach, there was no chance she'd have survived it from that close a distance. But could Greg?
Grissom found Greg's pulse and tried to wake the unconscious man beneath him. Finally he succeeded in his task and listened carefully to the quiet rasps Greg offered as explanation.
"I'm sorry Grissom,"
"What for Greg?"
"I should have waited. None of this would have happened if I hadn't come in here on my own."
Ecklie untied both Brass and Warrick and they all knelt down on the floor next to Greg.
"No Greg, you saved us." Warrick tried to reassure his friend who was sobbing with either pain or emotion.
"No you would have saved yourselves. You didn't need me. I was just trying to be the hero for once. I'm sorry," his breaths became closer and closer together and Grissom feared that he was losing Greg. "Tell my parents that I did ok will you. They've never been proud of me, maybe they will now. And tell Nick I'm sorry for leaving him outside. A professional wouldn't do that." He gasped for air once more and swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily closed and then he finally managed to rasp, "You've all been so good to me over the years. Thank you for everything. You all mean the world to me. and . and ." He stopped talking for a second and Grissom touched his face lightly trying to keep him conscious whilst applying pressure to Greg's heavily bleeding wound. "and Warrick you're welcome to my shirt collection. Let me go guys, it's ok the angels are here for me."
As the voices and crying of his friends and colleagues faded into the background, Greg could see his Grandmother, his mother and father and also his Auntie Mary. They were all dead and he knew that they'd come to get him. He was going with them. Suddenly dying didn't seem so bad. He knew the pain would soon stop and he relished that fact. Breathing his last he grasped hold of his mother's outstretched hand and fell into the endless expanse of white light before him.
Please review as I'd really really like to hear your opinions. Until next time loads of love Tinx . =) XX