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Grissom was in his office. looking over scene photographs when the phone rang. The news wasn't good. A shooting at the Jansen residence. The name immediately brought up images of grizzly possibilities. Catherine and Nick had gone there together with Brass on their case. He had overheard Nick and Catherine earlier they seemed sure that they were going to break the case. Something must have gone wrong. The worst case scenario that he had constructed in his mind in a matter of seconds turned out not to be true, when the unknown officer on the phone gave him the details. No dead bodies, just minor injuries. Unfortunately the officer had no more details to offer. Grissom told him that he would be there as fast as he could, but asked for the name of the hospital the injured had been taken too. He was going to check on his people first, the scene wasn't going anywhere. Besides, Warrick or Sara could get started there already.
He hurried into the break room where Sara and Warrick were passing the time, not having any case work right now. Their last case had been solved last shift and so far the night in Vegas seemed to have been peaceful. Or the bodies of the not so peaceful events had not been found yet, as Warrick sometimes thought cynically. When he saw Grissom's grim expression he knew that more than just a "normal" case was up.
"Sara, Warrick, we have a 444, Brass, Catherine and Nick were ambushed at their scene."
Sara and Warrick leapt up from their chairs.
"Oh God, how are they?" Sara asked, shocked.
"The officer didn't have any detail, but they found no bodies."
Slightly relieved, Sara and Warrick followed Grissom to the parking lot.
Note: Again, short chapter, but I hope it's still ok as I'm posting this at once.