Disclaimer: I don't own CSI…blah.blah blah, you get the picture..
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short, I just had this in my mind and decided to write it all down, unknowing it was going to be this short! Anyway thanks for all the reviews! I'll shut up now before I bore you to death……
Warrick sat in the hospital room where Nick laid in bed. The beeping was constantly annoying him and Warrick just wanted to shake Nick and wake him up! He sighs as he grabbed a magazine that he brought for Nick. He went through it as they talked about a TV show called CSI: Miami. If our lives was a TV show Warrick thought it will be a hell of a lot better than that!
A moan was heard, then a groan. Warrick looked up from the magazine to see Nick rubbing his head.
"NICK!!!" Warrick half-shouted. He ran over to his side and asked how he was.
Nick suddenly realizes his surroundings. "What the hell happened?"
Warrick explained about the car blowing up and Nick ending up in a coma.
"Where's Greg! Did he get his memory back?" Nick asks.
Warrick sigh, "Yeah he did but he's probably not going to tell us for a while or perhaps never…"
Nick gave Warrick a "confuse" look and then right away Warrick explained to him about what Catherine and Grissom told him when they visit Greg up to the point when they rush Greg to the hospital.
"Ooooh man! If I only hadn't argue with him, maybe none of this would have happened!" Nick moaned.
"It's not your fault Nick," Warrick sigh, "Lets just hope Greg's okay."
Nick sighs, "He's a fighter, he'll pull through."
Warrick sigh, "I sure hope so."
That was when the nurse ran in and tended Nick.
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Brass sat in the interrogation room; with Hodges sitting at the table who claim he does not want any lawyer cause, he has "nothing" to hide.
Grissom entered the room with an envelope and sat down across from Hodges.
"Hodges…we have proof that you blew up the car…"
Hodges did not say anything.
"We found your marker and the ink is a match to the ink found written on the back of Nick's car." Grissom continued.
Hodges smiled, "But you don't have proof that I actually blew up the car."
Grissom growled, "I know, but we also have proof that you tried to kill Greg…"
Hodges cast Grissom a glare. "What do ya mean, Greg tried to shoot me!"
Grissom shook his head, "If Greg tried to shoot you, he would have gotten some of his epithelial on the gun, but the only epithelials that are on the gun is yours.."
Hodges' grin fell.
Grissom nodded to Brass. Brass got up and took a handcuff, he pulled Hodges up from the chair and started to say, "You're under arrest for attempted murder and-" but Grissom's cell phone interrupted them. Brass rolled his eyes as the CSI answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Grissom, this is Catherine, I'm at the hospital, umm Greg is in surgery to get the bullet removed and—hold on (voices in background-yelling)!"
Brass and Hodges stared at Grissom as he turned pale and hanged up the phone. They watch as he silent got up and walk over to Hodges.
"You're under arrest," Grissom choked, "For the murder of Gregory Sanders."
Hodges did nothing but smiled.
