Chapter ELEVEN
Brass pulled up to the townhouse and saw the van parked out front. Checking the van visually, then scanning the house. There was no life. Pulling out his cell he dialled Catherine.
"Willows."
"Catherine, we're too late. He's got them both and the house is quieter than a church mouse. I need to get the negotiators down here and inform the higher ups to get a move on. We've gone from murder, kidnapping to hostage situation. It's not looking good. This guy does not like Gil one bit."
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Grissom opened his eyes slowly and winced in pain as he tried to move. His side hurt, he looked down and remembered the gun going off and the bullet hitting. He remembered a crash and. His eyes sprang open, wider to search the room. His hands were tied behind his back. And his legs were pinned to the floor. He looked down and saw a lifeless body, Sara's body.
"She's still alive, barely. Lost a lot of blood in the last 10 minutes, but I managed to stop the bleeding. Don't want her dying just yet." Quinn leered locking the front door as several police cars parked outside.
"What do you want James?" Grissom's throat was rough and strained.
"Oh, let's see." Quinn leaned over him and grinned. "Revenge."
"For what, Some accident and your rash behaviour?"
Quinn's gun swiped across Grissom head, knocking him unconscious. "You killed him!" He shouted.
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Brass rang and rang, but no answer. "He's either ignoring it or cut the line."
Catherine sat in the back of the Tahoe and Warrick stood next to her. "Is this all about revenge? That's it, no outside negotiation, just Grissom and his family?" Her tone was confused.
"It seems that way, but that doesn't look good for Gil and Sara. Quinn's bent on revenge and we now know he's capable off anything." Brass explained.
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Quinn sat Mike down on the couch and covered him with a blanket. "You're quiet." He said watching Mike looking around the room. "Hey?" Quinn got no response. "Why do you ignore me?"
"He doesn't."
Quinn looked up to see Grissom sitting up straighter. "Then why doesn't he talk?" Quinn asked truly curious.
"Ask him?"
"If he's not talking then he won't give me an answer." Quinn retorted.
Grissom grinned grimly. "Very good."
"Shut up." Quinn seethed and turned back to Mike. "You want a drink?" Mike nodded.
Quinn disappeared into the kitchen. Mike turned on the couch and looked over the back to Grissom and Sara on the floor. "Hey buddy." Grissom smiled. "You ok?" Mike shook his head. Grissom frowned. "He hurt you?" Mike nodded and touched his head. Grissom closed his eyes.
Sara moved and groaned at the pain in her head. "Gil?"
"I'm here. Stay still Sara; you have a rather large gash on your head. Very large possibility of concussion. How you feeling?"
"Tirrred aaaand hurrrrt." Her words were slurred.
Grissom moaned in pain and worry. "Sara, stay with me."
"I'm here. I hurrrrt soo much."
"I know."
"Well I see your all awake. It's about time, I've been waiting all afternoon." Quinn placed Mike's beaker on the couch, but Mike didn't move. Quinn didn't notice and approached the two CSI's "I'm just moving your lady here." Quinn lifted Sara and dragged her to a space in the middle of the living room.
"Ahhh." Sara screamed in pain as her head hit the floor. Her body was like jelly; she couldn't open her eyes or concentrate very well on the voices around her.
"Mummy." Mike cried.
Quinn held Mike back and sat him back on the couch. "Stay there." Mike nodded.
Grissom slid down the wall and managed to get his hands free from the restraints. It doesn't seem that James Quinn is very good at knots. "What are you going to do?" Grissom asked seeing Quinn reload his gun and holster it. He pulled out a large knife and began sharpening it on a mini block.
"Did you not get the clues?" Quinn asked disappointed.
"Some." Grissom replied truthfully.
"Well, first I'm going to make you watch the lovely lady here die, then your son. I might even make it quick and use the gun. Then I'm going to kill you. Sound like a plan?" Quinn approached Sara and sent Grissom a large grin.
"It sounds like a bad plan, who though of it, you or Jeff?" Grissom was deliberately trying to bait him, but it didn't seem to work. He just turned his back to him and leaned over Sara. "How many times did you stab your brothers killer James? 6 or 7 times? He was dead after two. You get a liking from it? Craved for another victim?" That got his attention, but not the one he was hoping for.
Quinn pulled Sara up and held the knife to her throat. "I have surprisingly got hold of my temper Doctor Grissom. I learnt that in prison. So," He drew a little blood and Sara's eyes sprang open as she whimpered in pain.
Grissom tried to move with the hole in his side and blood loss, but fell to the floor on his front. "NOOO!!!!"
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Everyone's heads shot up at the loud scream and shout, two distinct voices. "Oh my god, we need to do something." Catherine sobbed into Warrick's embrace.
Brass pulled the walky talky up to his mouth and pressed the button. "Base to Team 1 Over."
"Go ahead Base."
"Any visuals on the house?"
"Negative."
"Screams and shouts indicate location in the centre of the house. Living room."
Silence for a few minutes.
"Team 1 has partial visual. Blinds are closed."
"Be on the guard, no mistakes."
"Roger. Out."
Brass turned to the others and decided to try Grissom cell phone again.
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Sara fell to the ground in a heap. Her neck was bleeding, although the cut didn't seem too deep. Mike ran to his father. Grissom breathed deeply as Mike held onto him tightly. Grissom's arms wrapped around him and Quinn laughed.
"Never was good at knots, but you wont be moving with that bullet in you and even if you did." Quinn pulled the gun out and pointed it at him. "Life or paralysis?"
Grissom nodded in understanding and held Mike closer.
Sara was breathing heavily and rolled onto her side. She managed to open her eyes briefly to see Grissom holding Mike. Grissom could see the panic and pain in her eyes as tears fell onto her cheeks. He was panicking too and he needed to find some way out of this, but he couldn't move. The bullet seems to have embedded itself in a vital organ and was making it excruciatingly painful to move and his breathing was becoming tight with shock. A puddle of blood was forming around him and he carefully pick Mike up and held him tighter. Sara saw the blood and closed her eyes.
Chapter TWELVE
Brass closed his phone when he got no answer. "He's shut the rest of the world out. We have no idea what's going on in there and no way to fine out." Brass paced outside the Tahoe and rubbed his face.
"What if someone knocked on the door?"
Brass turned to Nick and raised his eyebrows. "Something so simple, yet dangerous. Let's try it."
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"Ok." Quinn stood up and walked towards Grissom. "Let him go."
"No." Grissom's tone was firm but scratchy.
Quinn pointed the gun at Mike's head. "He dies now or he has a little longer to live, entirely up to you."
Sara was watching and tried to move towards the front door, but when she passed out Quinn had tied her legs together and her hands in front of her. Wiggling bit by bit she managed to push herself up against the wall by the door. Quinn yanked Mike away from Grissom and held him around the waist as he turned.
"Going somewhere my dear?" Quinn grinned.
Sara gave him a fake weak smile. "No. Needed to sit up."
"Well, you can stay, but don't move." He warned holstering his gun and pulling the knife out.
"What are you doing James?" Grissom asked.
"You'll see." Quinn raised the knife. Before Quinn could do anything, there was a knock at the door.
"Nothing like an interruption." Grissom mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Well, let's see who that could be. Doc, you wanna get the door, but don't do anything stupid." Quinn instructed standing next to Sara and holding Mike to him with the gun drawn.
"I can't move." Grissom winced trying to get up.
"Try or someone dies."
Grissom used the wall to push himself up. It took him a while, but once he was standing he stumbled against the couch. Sara looked at the large line of blood marked on the wall where he had pushed himself up on. She sniffed and covered her mouth with her bound hands as he tried supporting himself to make his way to the door. Blood dripped on furniture, his hands left marks on the walls and bookshelves. Grissom looked to his left at Quinn before falling against the door.
"Open it slowly." Quinn told him quietly.
Grissom pushed against the doorframe before trying to grip the door handle through bloodied hands.
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Everyone had their eyes on the door as it opened slowly. Once it was open they saw Grissom fall against the outer frame and slide to the floor.
"Oh my god!" Catherine turned away as tears poured down her cheeks.
Warrick and Nick's faces were pained as they watched their supervisor and friend bleeding to death on his doorstep.
Brass gasped at the sight and saw Grissom look back into the house as he pushed himself up again. He was looking to his left. "Team 1 this is Base. Suspect is located to the right of the door. Do not fire, repeat do not fire."
"Understood. Team leader has a body shot." There silence for a few seconds. "He's holding the child to him, no clear shot, repeat no clear shot. Over."
Brass dropped his head. "I can't believe this, he's thought of every scenario." He angrily muttered.
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Sara tried to reach Grissom, but Quinn stood on her hand. "Don't." He seethed.
Grissom shook his head at Sara. "I'm ok." She nodded. "What do you want me to do?"
"First thing, don't bleed to death just yet." Quinn grinned. "Second find out who knocked."
Grissom turned back to the outside and took a shaky breath. "Brass." Grissom coughed and cleared his throat. "Brass."
Brass stepped closer to the drive, but stayed on the path. "I'm here Gil. You ok?" Grissom raised his eyebrows at him. Brass chuckled sadly. "Stupid question." Grissom nodded.
"You knock?" Brass shook his head and pointed at an officer. Grissom turned back to Quinn. "Brass knocked."
Brass pursed his lips. "We need to know what's going on Gil. Can I talk to James Quinn?"
Grissom sighed when Quinn shook his head. "He said no."
"Ok. Can you tell us what's going on Gil?" Brass moved to his left to get a better look at the inside. Brass didn't like what he saw and cringed.
Grissom groaned in pain and clutched his side. "Gil?" Sara's worried voice travelled to his ears.
"It's ok." He assured looking up at Quinn. "You need to tell them what you want."
Quinn lifted Mike and grinned. "It's out party not there's. They can watch but I don't want anything from them. Everything I need is right here."
Grissom turned back to Brass and looked down at the floor. "Nothing. He just want's us."
Brass followed his eyes and watched Grissom's hand over his wound. He was pointing at Quinn covertly with two fingers. Brass nodded, then watched as Grissom looked behind him. Brass couldn't help but smile. "There has to be something."
Quinn shook his head and pulled the gun up to Mike's head. "No, don't." Grissom panicked. Quinn waved the gun towards the open door.
"Gil, what's wrong? How's Sara and Mike?" Brass tried to keep them talking. Seeing Grissom attempt to move and shout at Quinn and stop him from doing something, he had to get their attention.
Grissom turned back and sent him a terrified look. "Mike's scared, no injuries. Sara's bleeding bad from her neck and head." The rest of the team looked on in mortification.
"Close the door." Quinn ordered. "No more talking. They know what's going on."
Grissom nodded and tried to push himself up, only to fall. "Ahh!" He groaned as more blood fell. Taking his time, Grissom managed to shuffle away from the door to the wall and pushed the door closed.
"What now James. You'll never get out of here alive." Grissom said watching Quinn let Mike go and pick Sara up to place her on the couch.
"I didn't think I was going to live through this anyway. The only thing on my mind is taking the only family you have left. It's all part of the mystery Gil Grissom puzzle. They die you live." Quinn chuckled as Grissom's face fell and turned white. "I take the special pieces of the jigsaw and leave the rest behind. I don't need to kill you Grissom, just those you love."
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Brass walked back to the others and waved a few officers over. "They're not good. Mike seems the only one who's not injured. Sara's hurt bad and Grissom doesn't look like he can last much longer. The amount of blood that was coming from his side looked bad. He could hardly walk or hold himself up." Brass turned to the officers. "Grissom gave us something's to work on. Quinn was about 2 metres inside the door with both Mike and Sara. Also Grissom showed me that the back was not being watched."
Catherine moved forward. "He has glass patio doors. A large view of the living room."
Brass nodded. "Get SWAT around there. They should have been there from the beginning." He turned to Nick, Warrick and Catherine as the officer's left. "It looks like Grissom was sat next to the patio doors before the door opened. It wasn't a nice picture. Blood coated the wall from where I think he pushed himself up. I have a bad feeling Grissom's lost more blood than even he can fathom."
"We need to get them out." Nick said looking to the side of the house as police and SWAT quietly made there way to the back.
Brass pulled up to the townhouse and saw the van parked out front. Checking the van visually, then scanning the house. There was no life. Pulling out his cell he dialled Catherine.
"Willows."
"Catherine, we're too late. He's got them both and the house is quieter than a church mouse. I need to get the negotiators down here and inform the higher ups to get a move on. We've gone from murder, kidnapping to hostage situation. It's not looking good. This guy does not like Gil one bit."
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Grissom opened his eyes slowly and winced in pain as he tried to move. His side hurt, he looked down and remembered the gun going off and the bullet hitting. He remembered a crash and. His eyes sprang open, wider to search the room. His hands were tied behind his back. And his legs were pinned to the floor. He looked down and saw a lifeless body, Sara's body.
"She's still alive, barely. Lost a lot of blood in the last 10 minutes, but I managed to stop the bleeding. Don't want her dying just yet." Quinn leered locking the front door as several police cars parked outside.
"What do you want James?" Grissom's throat was rough and strained.
"Oh, let's see." Quinn leaned over him and grinned. "Revenge."
"For what, Some accident and your rash behaviour?"
Quinn's gun swiped across Grissom head, knocking him unconscious. "You killed him!" He shouted.
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Brass rang and rang, but no answer. "He's either ignoring it or cut the line."
Catherine sat in the back of the Tahoe and Warrick stood next to her. "Is this all about revenge? That's it, no outside negotiation, just Grissom and his family?" Her tone was confused.
"It seems that way, but that doesn't look good for Gil and Sara. Quinn's bent on revenge and we now know he's capable off anything." Brass explained.
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Quinn sat Mike down on the couch and covered him with a blanket. "You're quiet." He said watching Mike looking around the room. "Hey?" Quinn got no response. "Why do you ignore me?"
"He doesn't."
Quinn looked up to see Grissom sitting up straighter. "Then why doesn't he talk?" Quinn asked truly curious.
"Ask him?"
"If he's not talking then he won't give me an answer." Quinn retorted.
Grissom grinned grimly. "Very good."
"Shut up." Quinn seethed and turned back to Mike. "You want a drink?" Mike nodded.
Quinn disappeared into the kitchen. Mike turned on the couch and looked over the back to Grissom and Sara on the floor. "Hey buddy." Grissom smiled. "You ok?" Mike shook his head. Grissom frowned. "He hurt you?" Mike nodded and touched his head. Grissom closed his eyes.
Sara moved and groaned at the pain in her head. "Gil?"
"I'm here. Stay still Sara; you have a rather large gash on your head. Very large possibility of concussion. How you feeling?"
"Tirrred aaaand hurrrrt." Her words were slurred.
Grissom moaned in pain and worry. "Sara, stay with me."
"I'm here. I hurrrrt soo much."
"I know."
"Well I see your all awake. It's about time, I've been waiting all afternoon." Quinn placed Mike's beaker on the couch, but Mike didn't move. Quinn didn't notice and approached the two CSI's "I'm just moving your lady here." Quinn lifted Sara and dragged her to a space in the middle of the living room.
"Ahhh." Sara screamed in pain as her head hit the floor. Her body was like jelly; she couldn't open her eyes or concentrate very well on the voices around her.
"Mummy." Mike cried.
Quinn held Mike back and sat him back on the couch. "Stay there." Mike nodded.
Grissom slid down the wall and managed to get his hands free from the restraints. It doesn't seem that James Quinn is very good at knots. "What are you going to do?" Grissom asked seeing Quinn reload his gun and holster it. He pulled out a large knife and began sharpening it on a mini block.
"Did you not get the clues?" Quinn asked disappointed.
"Some." Grissom replied truthfully.
"Well, first I'm going to make you watch the lovely lady here die, then your son. I might even make it quick and use the gun. Then I'm going to kill you. Sound like a plan?" Quinn approached Sara and sent Grissom a large grin.
"It sounds like a bad plan, who though of it, you or Jeff?" Grissom was deliberately trying to bait him, but it didn't seem to work. He just turned his back to him and leaned over Sara. "How many times did you stab your brothers killer James? 6 or 7 times? He was dead after two. You get a liking from it? Craved for another victim?" That got his attention, but not the one he was hoping for.
Quinn pulled Sara up and held the knife to her throat. "I have surprisingly got hold of my temper Doctor Grissom. I learnt that in prison. So," He drew a little blood and Sara's eyes sprang open as she whimpered in pain.
Grissom tried to move with the hole in his side and blood loss, but fell to the floor on his front. "NOOO!!!!"
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Everyone's heads shot up at the loud scream and shout, two distinct voices. "Oh my god, we need to do something." Catherine sobbed into Warrick's embrace.
Brass pulled the walky talky up to his mouth and pressed the button. "Base to Team 1 Over."
"Go ahead Base."
"Any visuals on the house?"
"Negative."
"Screams and shouts indicate location in the centre of the house. Living room."
Silence for a few minutes.
"Team 1 has partial visual. Blinds are closed."
"Be on the guard, no mistakes."
"Roger. Out."
Brass turned to the others and decided to try Grissom cell phone again.
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Sara fell to the ground in a heap. Her neck was bleeding, although the cut didn't seem too deep. Mike ran to his father. Grissom breathed deeply as Mike held onto him tightly. Grissom's arms wrapped around him and Quinn laughed.
"Never was good at knots, but you wont be moving with that bullet in you and even if you did." Quinn pulled the gun out and pointed it at him. "Life or paralysis?"
Grissom nodded in understanding and held Mike closer.
Sara was breathing heavily and rolled onto her side. She managed to open her eyes briefly to see Grissom holding Mike. Grissom could see the panic and pain in her eyes as tears fell onto her cheeks. He was panicking too and he needed to find some way out of this, but he couldn't move. The bullet seems to have embedded itself in a vital organ and was making it excruciatingly painful to move and his breathing was becoming tight with shock. A puddle of blood was forming around him and he carefully pick Mike up and held him tighter. Sara saw the blood and closed her eyes.
Chapter TWELVE
Brass closed his phone when he got no answer. "He's shut the rest of the world out. We have no idea what's going on in there and no way to fine out." Brass paced outside the Tahoe and rubbed his face.
"What if someone knocked on the door?"
Brass turned to Nick and raised his eyebrows. "Something so simple, yet dangerous. Let's try it."
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"Ok." Quinn stood up and walked towards Grissom. "Let him go."
"No." Grissom's tone was firm but scratchy.
Quinn pointed the gun at Mike's head. "He dies now or he has a little longer to live, entirely up to you."
Sara was watching and tried to move towards the front door, but when she passed out Quinn had tied her legs together and her hands in front of her. Wiggling bit by bit she managed to push herself up against the wall by the door. Quinn yanked Mike away from Grissom and held him around the waist as he turned.
"Going somewhere my dear?" Quinn grinned.
Sara gave him a fake weak smile. "No. Needed to sit up."
"Well, you can stay, but don't move." He warned holstering his gun and pulling the knife out.
"What are you doing James?" Grissom asked.
"You'll see." Quinn raised the knife. Before Quinn could do anything, there was a knock at the door.
"Nothing like an interruption." Grissom mumbled through gritted teeth.
"Well, let's see who that could be. Doc, you wanna get the door, but don't do anything stupid." Quinn instructed standing next to Sara and holding Mike to him with the gun drawn.
"I can't move." Grissom winced trying to get up.
"Try or someone dies."
Grissom used the wall to push himself up. It took him a while, but once he was standing he stumbled against the couch. Sara looked at the large line of blood marked on the wall where he had pushed himself up on. She sniffed and covered her mouth with her bound hands as he tried supporting himself to make his way to the door. Blood dripped on furniture, his hands left marks on the walls and bookshelves. Grissom looked to his left at Quinn before falling against the door.
"Open it slowly." Quinn told him quietly.
Grissom pushed against the doorframe before trying to grip the door handle through bloodied hands.
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Everyone had their eyes on the door as it opened slowly. Once it was open they saw Grissom fall against the outer frame and slide to the floor.
"Oh my god!" Catherine turned away as tears poured down her cheeks.
Warrick and Nick's faces were pained as they watched their supervisor and friend bleeding to death on his doorstep.
Brass gasped at the sight and saw Grissom look back into the house as he pushed himself up again. He was looking to his left. "Team 1 this is Base. Suspect is located to the right of the door. Do not fire, repeat do not fire."
"Understood. Team leader has a body shot." There silence for a few seconds. "He's holding the child to him, no clear shot, repeat no clear shot. Over."
Brass dropped his head. "I can't believe this, he's thought of every scenario." He angrily muttered.
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Sara tried to reach Grissom, but Quinn stood on her hand. "Don't." He seethed.
Grissom shook his head at Sara. "I'm ok." She nodded. "What do you want me to do?"
"First thing, don't bleed to death just yet." Quinn grinned. "Second find out who knocked."
Grissom turned back to the outside and took a shaky breath. "Brass." Grissom coughed and cleared his throat. "Brass."
Brass stepped closer to the drive, but stayed on the path. "I'm here Gil. You ok?" Grissom raised his eyebrows at him. Brass chuckled sadly. "Stupid question." Grissom nodded.
"You knock?" Brass shook his head and pointed at an officer. Grissom turned back to Quinn. "Brass knocked."
Brass pursed his lips. "We need to know what's going on Gil. Can I talk to James Quinn?"
Grissom sighed when Quinn shook his head. "He said no."
"Ok. Can you tell us what's going on Gil?" Brass moved to his left to get a better look at the inside. Brass didn't like what he saw and cringed.
Grissom groaned in pain and clutched his side. "Gil?" Sara's worried voice travelled to his ears.
"It's ok." He assured looking up at Quinn. "You need to tell them what you want."
Quinn lifted Mike and grinned. "It's out party not there's. They can watch but I don't want anything from them. Everything I need is right here."
Grissom turned back to Brass and looked down at the floor. "Nothing. He just want's us."
Brass followed his eyes and watched Grissom's hand over his wound. He was pointing at Quinn covertly with two fingers. Brass nodded, then watched as Grissom looked behind him. Brass couldn't help but smile. "There has to be something."
Quinn shook his head and pulled the gun up to Mike's head. "No, don't." Grissom panicked. Quinn waved the gun towards the open door.
"Gil, what's wrong? How's Sara and Mike?" Brass tried to keep them talking. Seeing Grissom attempt to move and shout at Quinn and stop him from doing something, he had to get their attention.
Grissom turned back and sent him a terrified look. "Mike's scared, no injuries. Sara's bleeding bad from her neck and head." The rest of the team looked on in mortification.
"Close the door." Quinn ordered. "No more talking. They know what's going on."
Grissom nodded and tried to push himself up, only to fall. "Ahh!" He groaned as more blood fell. Taking his time, Grissom managed to shuffle away from the door to the wall and pushed the door closed.
"What now James. You'll never get out of here alive." Grissom said watching Quinn let Mike go and pick Sara up to place her on the couch.
"I didn't think I was going to live through this anyway. The only thing on my mind is taking the only family you have left. It's all part of the mystery Gil Grissom puzzle. They die you live." Quinn chuckled as Grissom's face fell and turned white. "I take the special pieces of the jigsaw and leave the rest behind. I don't need to kill you Grissom, just those you love."
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Brass walked back to the others and waved a few officers over. "They're not good. Mike seems the only one who's not injured. Sara's hurt bad and Grissom doesn't look like he can last much longer. The amount of blood that was coming from his side looked bad. He could hardly walk or hold himself up." Brass turned to the officers. "Grissom gave us something's to work on. Quinn was about 2 metres inside the door with both Mike and Sara. Also Grissom showed me that the back was not being watched."
Catherine moved forward. "He has glass patio doors. A large view of the living room."
Brass nodded. "Get SWAT around there. They should have been there from the beginning." He turned to Nick, Warrick and Catherine as the officer's left. "It looks like Grissom was sat next to the patio doors before the door opened. It wasn't a nice picture. Blood coated the wall from where I think he pushed himself up. I have a bad feeling Grissom's lost more blood than even he can fathom."
"We need to get them out." Nick said looking to the side of the house as police and SWAT quietly made there way to the back.
