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Archival: Sure, just ask
Summary: Where we left off, we discovered who the perp was…
Rating: pg 13… some mild language
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~~~* Unwell *~~~
Sara woke up the next morning to find Nick gone. Panic rose deep within her throat. Where is he, where did he go? She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him walking through the door with flowers. She smiled at him as he handed the flowers to her. "Thank you Nick. I don't know what else to say."
"Well, you're going to be released today, and hopefully, you'll take me up on my offer."
"Offer, what offer?" Sara asked, tilting her head quizzically.
"Why, for me to take care of you." Nick smiled and pulled her into a kiss. "Unless you don't want me there, cause that can be arranged too."
"Don't even think about leaving me." Sara said seriously. "You can stay at my place with me. I know you would rather it be at your place, but I just really need to be at home right now."
"I know hon. I'll be at your place until we catch the guy." Nick leaned back onto the pillows beside Sara and they just held each other quietly.
~~~ The Lab ~~~
~Tell me one more time again,
just like I didn't hear you,
Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind,
I do.
I played the same game too.
I know it's hard to stop,
even when you want to.~
Warrick frowned at the results he received from the computer on the semen sample he had collected at the crime scene. The warning screen was flashing that the DNA source was from someone that worked in the lab. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he saw the name that came up. "Greg?" He whispered.
"So you found me out." Greg sneered from behind him.
Warrick spun around to see Greg standing in front of him. "Greg… What are you doing here? Your shift doesn't start for another 2 hours."
Greg took a step toward Warrick. "I wanted to get a head start on some things."
"Oh well… Look, I've got some things to work on, so I'll just be on my way now." Warrick started moving slowly toward the door.
Greg stepped toward him. "Move any further, and I'll be forced to stop you."
Warrick held up his hands, and stopped walking. "What do you want Greg?"
"I think you know the answer to that, Warrick."
"Did you really think that you could have gotten away with this?" Warrick tried to buy time, but he knew that he didn't have much left.
Greg pulled his gun out of the waistband of his pants. "You won't be telling anyone about what happened and that it was my DNA there. You can't tell anyone." Warrick thought for a moment that the look that crossed Greg's face was one of desperation.
"I won't."
Greg walked over to the computer and punched in a few codes, erasing the last database search. "There, no one has to know." Greg fired his gun at the ceiling, sending pieces of plaster raining down on Warrick's head. When he looked up, Greg was gone.
"Well, Houdini, your luck is gonna run out." Warrick grabbed the printout that had come out of the printer. "For a computer guy, it was pretty stupid of you not to check the printer. Dialing Grissoms number, he tapped his feet in anticipation.
"Grissom."
"I've got the son of a bitch." Warrick stated proudly into the phone.
"Who is it?" Grissom's worried voice came across the line.
"You aren't going to believe me when I tell you."
"I'm in the parking garage. Give me one minute and I'll meet you in my office.
~~1 Minute Later
~Now the moon lights up your face.
I can see you're cryin',
You never liked me to see you cry it's true.
I've done some cryin' too.
Know the hardest part about it's
tryin' to hide it from you.~
Grissom arrived, nearly out of breath from running the entire distance from the garage to his office. "So who is it?"
"Greg." Warrick said, rubbing his forehead.
Grissom picked up the phone, dialing Sara's hospital room number.
"Hello?" Nick answered the phone.
"Nick you have to get Sara out of there, and I mean now."
"Why?"
"Greg's our man, and we think he'll be going after Sara next."
"G…Greg?"
"Oh and one other problem." Grissom continued.
"What would that be?"
"He's a necropheliac. That means he likes them dead."
Nick swallowed hard. "Sara will be fine."
~~~~~The Hospital
~Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the tricks that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof~
Sara emerged from the bathroom wearing track pants and a t-shirt. "Who was that?"
"Grissom."
"What did he want?" Sara prodded.
Nick led her over to her bed. "I have to tell you something and I need you to stay calm."
Sara nodded and then frowned. "What's the matter Nick? You're beginning to scare me."
Nick smiled a little, but then his smile died. Looking over to the door, he saw his worst nightmare. "Greg."
Sara turned to see Greg walking into the room. "Hi Greg. What brings you by?"
What is wrong? She seems genuinely pleased to see me. Maybe she doesn't know. "Just popping in."
Sara smiled. That Greg, he's a little goofy, but a nice guy. "That's nice of you."
~Well I've finally found a way,
to hide from all your glances.
'Till the waiting game we play is through.
I can't.. what's the use?
When all I really want to do is hide out with you.~
"Listen, can I talk to you alone for a second Sara?" Greg asked, watching Nick.
"Sur…." Sara started to agree to it, but Nick stepped between the two of them.
"No, whatever you have to say you can say it in front of me too."
"Nick, what's going on?" Sara asked, a little afraid of the answer.
"It's him Sar. He's the guy. The Perp. The one who did that to you."
Sara shrunk back from the edge of the bed. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them protectively. "Stay the hell away from me Greg."
"You don't mean that Sara. You love me."
~Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody's help to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the language that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to kid about it,
I'm not bulletproof~
"Yes I mean that Greg. You aren't the man I love. Nick is." There, I've said it. Sara glanced at Nick as she said it.
Nick smiled a little. "Hear that Sanders? Go away."
"Don't make me hurt you again, Sara. You should have given me Vanessa willingly. You should have given me a chance. I could have made you happy."
Sara closed her eyes and slowly unwrapped one of her arms from around her legs. The began to slowly grope for the call button.
But Greg saw what she was reaching for. "Don't think about it." Greg fired the gun and Sara let out a scream, pulling her hand away from the button. The wire was severed in half from the bullet. It had missed her by inches. "Don't make me angry Sara Sidle. I don't want to have to bring you down the hard way."
Nick stepped forward slowly inching toward Greg. Greg was so focused that he didn't see Grissom appear at the hospital room door. The door pushed open slowly. "Drop it Greg." Grissom had his gun pointed at him.
"No! I won't let it end like this!" Greg shouted.
~Tell me one more time again,
well I guess I didn't hear you.
And I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside.
I've tried the same thing too,
but they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you.~
Two guns went off, shattering the silence that had fallen over the room. Everything happened in slow motion. Sara screaming, Nick pulling her off the bed to protect her. Grissom falling back slightly from the force of the bullet erupting from his weapon. Greg falling to the ground. Blood splattered the once white walls. Silence once more over came the room. Nobody moved an inch. Nurses ran to see quite a horrible scene in front of them. Four people lying on the floor, blood moving slowly moving to the center of the room.
Who lives and who dies? It's all up to chance now.
~Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else's help to carry on.
Well I'm not waking up each morning,
with forgiveness I can use,
No I'm careless and I'm cruel
But I'm still easily bruised.
But I'm so tired of lying about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Oh and I'm not gonna lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof.~
A/N: A little cruel I know, not telling you who lived and who didn't. But I will update ASAP… I promise not to leave you in the lurch for too long. : P
P.S: The Song Used Is: Bulletproof By: Blue Rodeo