A/N: Sorry it took me for ever to post but I had a serious case of writers
block I hope you didn't forget about me I didn't get any reviews for
chapter 6 please review it helps the writing process a lot. The character
Lynndy (trace-element) is inspired by my aunt who is also my best friend
and beta and the character Terry Lynn was inspired by me it's my name.
Loads of thanks to Lynndy (trace-element) for helping me with some ideas.
Chapter 7
Warrick and Catherine had been processing Nick's house for at least thirty minutes and had come up with was a hair some fibers and three bullets; all but 2 from different guns. They had also found Nick's gun.
"I don't like this how did the shooter get in?" Warrick said looking around.
"I'm just as stumped as you sweetheart. "Catherine said laying a hand on his shoulder.
It had been a rough night on all of them. They where still waiting on an update as to how Nick was and wondered why Lorelai hadn't called yet. Warrick could feel cold air hitting his face and looked over at the closet door taking note that it was slightly ajar. He walked up to it and pushed it open. It looked like a very normal closet to him but Catherine walked up and immediately spotted something.
"Over here on the wall there's a seam like a door or something."
He kneeled down and banged his fist on the back wall of the closet. The tiny door swung open slowly making a squeaking sound.
"Creepy." Catherine said walking up behind him. The door didn't lead anywhere special all they saw was Nick's the side of the neighbor's house.
"Well now we know how he got in."
"Yeah must've made it himself while Nick was at work." Warrick finished.
"It makes you wonder how long this guy's been watching him; or if he's been watching us."
They both gave each other a slightly nervous glance at that last statement.
"What if he's out there right now?" Warrick asked.
"We've had people after us before this one isn't any different." She stated.
"It is different; we have three CSI's and Archie in the hospital and we have no idea where Greg is or if he's even still alive!" Warrick was about to snap under the pressure.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, "Your right it is different, but we can't lose our heads we owe all them that." "Ok.Okay so lets process this scene."
Greg's vision was just returning to him. The searing pain in his arm dashed any hopes that this was a very bizarre dream. As his head began to clear he realized that his arm had been doctored and vaguely wondered why his attacker hadn't just killed him.
He heard a door creak open and closed then heard the voice, "I see your awake."
"Don't get any ideas in your head that I'm going to let you live; I'm just using you as bait and as soon as I have Nick your both dead."
Greg's mind had become painfully clear and though his words were slightly slurred by the pain his sentences were still coherent and meaningful, "Why do you hate Nick so much?"
"Well you see he is the reason I got the death penalty."
"Now I know what you're thinking but I escaped before my sentence was carried out."
"Quite nagging me!" he screamed completely out of the blue.
"I didn't say anything." Greg said his vision blurring from the pain that scream sent through his pounding head.
"Not you, idiot."
"You see I have schizophrenia; I have another voice inside my head."
"It's a woman and when she takes over she forces me to wear her clothes which also makes me a transvestite. I hate it when she does that but at least she hates Nick too. And last year the prison psychologist diagnosed me as a pyromaniac, but I could have told them that I've always had a fascination for fire."
"Now tell me Greg what does that make me?" he asked with mock seriousness.
"One fucked up son-of-a-bitch." Greg replied dryly.
"No", he said coming around so that Greg could see him.
"That makes me someone you really don't wanna mess with." Greg's eyes widened in horror, "Patrick?"
He couldn't believe it he had actually become friends with that sick bastard. It was the new CSI 1.
"Now when you interfere with my revenge you have to already guess that your gonna suffer for it big time. You are going to die a very painful death Sanders."
"You'll never win." Greg said fighting unconsciousness. But Patrick merely laughed and left him there to suffer.
Patrick or currently Patricia walked into the hospital and asked the head nurse Lynndy who was currently talking to her best friend and runner up head nurse Terry Lynn where Nick's room was.
Patricia wasn't going to kill Nick it wasn't her style but she wanted to make damn sure that Nick knew Patrick would.
"I'm sorry ma'am but no visitors are allowed for the time being." She said and smiled.
She was inwardly thinking that this was the ugliest woman she had ever seen and that if she didn't know better she'd have thought it was a man.
"Okay I'll just wait." She/he said. It had no intentions of waiting but pretended to go to the waiting room.
As soon as it was out of earshot Lynndy and Terry Lynn got into a heated conversation about her.
"Was it just me or was that girl uglier than shit?" Terry Lynn asked.
"You shouldn't talk about people like that behind their backs." Lynndy shot back.
"Come on you know I'm right." She said with a smile.
"Yeah she was but keep your voice down okay."
Patricia found the list of occupants on an abandoned computer and easily got access to Nick's room number. "Here I came." She whispered.
Amazingly Nick was able to walk with difficulty and was in the bathroom when he heard the door click. He figured it was just a nurse and continued what he was doing. But when he didn't hear anyone after that he became worried.
'Call me paranoid but after being shot I have the right.' He thought.
He edged closer to the door and instinctively held up his toothbrush up like a weapon. It was rather comical him standing there holding up his toothbrush with his puffed out cheeks full of fluoride toothpaste.
"I know you're in here." came the voice.
He knew it wasn't a nurse now.
He decided to show himself it was no good hiding there. He stepped out and to see who he knew as Patrick standing there in a pink flower embroidered dress. The sight made him spew out all the toothpaste in Patricia's face.
"I was going to kill you fast but you just mad me change my mind."
The smile drifted off Nick's face, the situation wasn't funny anymore. "You're the." he trailed off realization striking him hard in the face. Now he remembered why Patrick looked so familiar to him. It was that psycho that he had convicted of setting fire to a hospital and killing the patients there. He should have known right when he found the firebombs it was the same way he had destroyed the hospital. All pain forgotten he lunged at him/her and shoved his toothbrush right up his/her nose.
"AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" She screamed and doubled over in pain trying to rip the toothbrush out of her nose.
"NURSE!" Nick screamed as the head nurse Lynndy came bursting in she saw Patricia pull out a gun and screamed,
" Anastasia!" who was the officer that had been posted at Nick's door.
Patricia took this opportunity to fling herself out the open window which was conveniently close to her car. She was long gone before police could go after her.
"What's going on?" Terry Lynn asked rushing into the room.
Several people were standing halfway into the hall trying to figure out what was going on; they were deprived of excitement in there everyday job and couldn't help themselves.
"That.that shit ugly women we saw earlier tried to shoot him!" she said pointing at Nick.
The look on her face was classic and upon hearing this the people in the hall inched closer to the door.
Seeing that Nick was about to pass out from the effort of warding off his attacker and screaming his lungs out Lynndy rushed up and helped him onto the bed.
Just then Lorelai came rushing in with Jessica who had both been in the waiting room.
"What happened we heard screaming.", Lorelai asked all flushed in the face.
Interest in the hall was increasing tenfold when people started sprinting past them in attempt to reach the room.
"Lorelai you're here thankgawd." Nick gasped from the bed his Texas accent full fledged in his voice from being so upset. Toothpaste still showed at the rim of his mouth and made him sound even weirder.
"Are you alright?" she ran up and held him in her arms. Even though he was stuttering he managed to recollect what had happened accurately after Jessica had brought some water to wash out his mouth with. Now it was just the two of them sitting there.
"I can't see you anymore." Nick said the loudness of his voice surprising him after the silence.
"What?" Lorelai sat up startled.
"You heard me."
"Why, what are you rambling about?" she asked.
"It's too dangerous if you got hurt I'd never forgive myself." He said sadly.
"Nick I am a part of your life no matter what you do and some psychotic cross dresser is not gonna scare me off." She said this so firmly there was no arguing.
He hoped she was right.
Chapter 7
Warrick and Catherine had been processing Nick's house for at least thirty minutes and had come up with was a hair some fibers and three bullets; all but 2 from different guns. They had also found Nick's gun.
"I don't like this how did the shooter get in?" Warrick said looking around.
"I'm just as stumped as you sweetheart. "Catherine said laying a hand on his shoulder.
It had been a rough night on all of them. They where still waiting on an update as to how Nick was and wondered why Lorelai hadn't called yet. Warrick could feel cold air hitting his face and looked over at the closet door taking note that it was slightly ajar. He walked up to it and pushed it open. It looked like a very normal closet to him but Catherine walked up and immediately spotted something.
"Over here on the wall there's a seam like a door or something."
He kneeled down and banged his fist on the back wall of the closet. The tiny door swung open slowly making a squeaking sound.
"Creepy." Catherine said walking up behind him. The door didn't lead anywhere special all they saw was Nick's the side of the neighbor's house.
"Well now we know how he got in."
"Yeah must've made it himself while Nick was at work." Warrick finished.
"It makes you wonder how long this guy's been watching him; or if he's been watching us."
They both gave each other a slightly nervous glance at that last statement.
"What if he's out there right now?" Warrick asked.
"We've had people after us before this one isn't any different." She stated.
"It is different; we have three CSI's and Archie in the hospital and we have no idea where Greg is or if he's even still alive!" Warrick was about to snap under the pressure.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, "Your right it is different, but we can't lose our heads we owe all them that." "Ok.Okay so lets process this scene."
Greg's vision was just returning to him. The searing pain in his arm dashed any hopes that this was a very bizarre dream. As his head began to clear he realized that his arm had been doctored and vaguely wondered why his attacker hadn't just killed him.
He heard a door creak open and closed then heard the voice, "I see your awake."
"Don't get any ideas in your head that I'm going to let you live; I'm just using you as bait and as soon as I have Nick your both dead."
Greg's mind had become painfully clear and though his words were slightly slurred by the pain his sentences were still coherent and meaningful, "Why do you hate Nick so much?"
"Well you see he is the reason I got the death penalty."
"Now I know what you're thinking but I escaped before my sentence was carried out."
"Quite nagging me!" he screamed completely out of the blue.
"I didn't say anything." Greg said his vision blurring from the pain that scream sent through his pounding head.
"Not you, idiot."
"You see I have schizophrenia; I have another voice inside my head."
"It's a woman and when she takes over she forces me to wear her clothes which also makes me a transvestite. I hate it when she does that but at least she hates Nick too. And last year the prison psychologist diagnosed me as a pyromaniac, but I could have told them that I've always had a fascination for fire."
"Now tell me Greg what does that make me?" he asked with mock seriousness.
"One fucked up son-of-a-bitch." Greg replied dryly.
"No", he said coming around so that Greg could see him.
"That makes me someone you really don't wanna mess with." Greg's eyes widened in horror, "Patrick?"
He couldn't believe it he had actually become friends with that sick bastard. It was the new CSI 1.
"Now when you interfere with my revenge you have to already guess that your gonna suffer for it big time. You are going to die a very painful death Sanders."
"You'll never win." Greg said fighting unconsciousness. But Patrick merely laughed and left him there to suffer.
Patrick or currently Patricia walked into the hospital and asked the head nurse Lynndy who was currently talking to her best friend and runner up head nurse Terry Lynn where Nick's room was.
Patricia wasn't going to kill Nick it wasn't her style but she wanted to make damn sure that Nick knew Patrick would.
"I'm sorry ma'am but no visitors are allowed for the time being." She said and smiled.
She was inwardly thinking that this was the ugliest woman she had ever seen and that if she didn't know better she'd have thought it was a man.
"Okay I'll just wait." She/he said. It had no intentions of waiting but pretended to go to the waiting room.
As soon as it was out of earshot Lynndy and Terry Lynn got into a heated conversation about her.
"Was it just me or was that girl uglier than shit?" Terry Lynn asked.
"You shouldn't talk about people like that behind their backs." Lynndy shot back.
"Come on you know I'm right." She said with a smile.
"Yeah she was but keep your voice down okay."
Patricia found the list of occupants on an abandoned computer and easily got access to Nick's room number. "Here I came." She whispered.
Amazingly Nick was able to walk with difficulty and was in the bathroom when he heard the door click. He figured it was just a nurse and continued what he was doing. But when he didn't hear anyone after that he became worried.
'Call me paranoid but after being shot I have the right.' He thought.
He edged closer to the door and instinctively held up his toothbrush up like a weapon. It was rather comical him standing there holding up his toothbrush with his puffed out cheeks full of fluoride toothpaste.
"I know you're in here." came the voice.
He knew it wasn't a nurse now.
He decided to show himself it was no good hiding there. He stepped out and to see who he knew as Patrick standing there in a pink flower embroidered dress. The sight made him spew out all the toothpaste in Patricia's face.
"I was going to kill you fast but you just mad me change my mind."
The smile drifted off Nick's face, the situation wasn't funny anymore. "You're the." he trailed off realization striking him hard in the face. Now he remembered why Patrick looked so familiar to him. It was that psycho that he had convicted of setting fire to a hospital and killing the patients there. He should have known right when he found the firebombs it was the same way he had destroyed the hospital. All pain forgotten he lunged at him/her and shoved his toothbrush right up his/her nose.
"AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" She screamed and doubled over in pain trying to rip the toothbrush out of her nose.
"NURSE!" Nick screamed as the head nurse Lynndy came bursting in she saw Patricia pull out a gun and screamed,
" Anastasia!" who was the officer that had been posted at Nick's door.
Patricia took this opportunity to fling herself out the open window which was conveniently close to her car. She was long gone before police could go after her.
"What's going on?" Terry Lynn asked rushing into the room.
Several people were standing halfway into the hall trying to figure out what was going on; they were deprived of excitement in there everyday job and couldn't help themselves.
"That.that shit ugly women we saw earlier tried to shoot him!" she said pointing at Nick.
The look on her face was classic and upon hearing this the people in the hall inched closer to the door.
Seeing that Nick was about to pass out from the effort of warding off his attacker and screaming his lungs out Lynndy rushed up and helped him onto the bed.
Just then Lorelai came rushing in with Jessica who had both been in the waiting room.
"What happened we heard screaming.", Lorelai asked all flushed in the face.
Interest in the hall was increasing tenfold when people started sprinting past them in attempt to reach the room.
"Lorelai you're here thankgawd." Nick gasped from the bed his Texas accent full fledged in his voice from being so upset. Toothpaste still showed at the rim of his mouth and made him sound even weirder.
"Are you alright?" she ran up and held him in her arms. Even though he was stuttering he managed to recollect what had happened accurately after Jessica had brought some water to wash out his mouth with. Now it was just the two of them sitting there.
"I can't see you anymore." Nick said the loudness of his voice surprising him after the silence.
"What?" Lorelai sat up startled.
"You heard me."
"Why, what are you rambling about?" she asked.
"It's too dangerous if you got hurt I'd never forgive myself." He said sadly.
"Nick I am a part of your life no matter what you do and some psychotic cross dresser is not gonna scare me off." She said this so firmly there was no arguing.
He hoped she was right.