Title: It's never too late
Notes: Thank you for the reviews. Okay, I've made a few mistakes.
But hey - I'm not professional! This is just for fun, so lets enjoy
it. I have to admit I forgot the name of the guy in ballistics. Is it
Bobby? I'm not sure about that, but let's call him so. Did I forget
something? You can tell me if so. For now - here we're go again.(for
everything else see Chapter 1)
Chapter 2
Saturday, General Hospital, 12:48 am Emergency room
Once in the hospital, the two of them were asked to went to the waiting room. Nick called Warrick. As he came back, Catherine sat on a chair, her eyes unfocused. He knelt down in front of her and gently took her blood stained hands in his. "You should clean yourself."
When she came back, Sara and Warrick had arrived. Sara looked at her questionally. "Are you okay?"
Catherine sighed and answered: "I'm okay but I'm concerned about Gil." She looked at Nick. "Anything yet?"
"No."
Warrick asked: "Should we go back to work?" The question was for Catherine.
She was speechless for a moment.
"You are supervisor now", Nick said softly.
"Right", she said and thought for a few seconds about the new situation. "Looks like we can't do much here right now. All we can do is go back to work."
"But..." Sara protested.
"She's right, Sara. We can't do nothing for Grissom here. It's up to him now. We can only pray for him", Warrick said.
Sara looked at him and then gave in.
"I tell the nurses my cell phone number", Catherine said and disappeared to the nurses station. Short time later she came back and all four of them went to the parking lot.
"Have you finished your case?" Catherine asked Warrick and Sara.
"Just the paperwork left..."Warrick answered. "Why?"
"Because now this case has priority." She tried not to mention Gil's name.
"This case? Damit, Catherine! You think this is just a normal case?" Sara was angry.
Catherine knew this outburst would come sooner or later. "Yes. This is just a normal case. It doesn't matter who's involved, we have to be neutral..."
"Great!" Sara threw her hands into the air and was about to return something.
"We have to be neutral, because otherwise we're out. Think about it. How's Ecklie handling this case then?"
"She's right", Nick gave in and took Sara's arm. "We are not allowed to make any mistakes. This is too important."
Saturday, Warehouse, 2:30 am
The next hours went by but seemed to never end. The entire team investigated around the crime scene. They discovered that Benjamin Turner was shot outside the building and than dragged inside the warehouse. Obviously the perpetrator wanted to destroy the evidence but was disturbed by the police and then wanted to hide himself behind the trash containers.
"I'm ready so far", Warrick said and gathered his tools together.
"Yep, I'm too", Nick answered, who stood in the corner.
Catherine looked at the two young men. "Where's Sara?"
Warrick and Nick had no idea. "Dunno", Nick answered.
"But I think I know where she's at", Warrick said and his head went to the entrance.
Sara knelt outside the building on the side-street where the markings were showing the spot Grissom was lying just a few hours ago. Although the light was dim she could the dried blood. The spot was big. Too big.
"Sara?" Catherine said softly not wanting to scare her colleague.
She stood quickly and showed Catherine a bag with shells. "I...I collected the shells...and over there...there....it looks like a bullet in the wall...I...can..." she stammered and looked around but not at Catherine.
Catherine went to her und hugged her gently. "Shhh, it's okay. If you don't want to be here, I can do this."
"No...no. I...just don't understand..."she sobbed. The tears were running down her cheeks and she burried her head on Catherine's shoulder.
In the background Warrick and Nick were watching. They were sad and shocked, too.
After a few minutes Sara looked back up again with watery eyes. "Why Grissom? Why him?"
"I don't know, I really don't know", Catherine answered honestly.
In the meantime Nick had taken the bag with the shells and examined them carefully. "But maybe I do."
Everybody turned to him.
"I'm not sure yet, but at first sight, I would say that this shells and the shells we collected earlier do match."
"The same weapon. The same perpetrator?" Warrick asked.
"My assumption is that the perp wanted to take this shells with him. Grissom interrupted him, the perp wanted to get away, but Grissom is behind him..." Nick explained.
"Knew Grissom he was the shooter?" Sara wanted to know.
"I have no idea. But the perp knew he had to do something. Apparently Grissom showed his badge. And the man got nervous, took his gun..."
"We know more when we can compare the bullets. Brass can point this out to the perp."
Saturday, CSI Headquarter, 3.15 a. m. Lab
The team went back to the HQ and then straight to the breakroom to get some coffee. Nick had told Greg. He was visibly shocked and sat on his stool. "I mean, you try to ignore the danger. Therefore we work after the crime happened..." he said to himself more than to Nick. He was having a hard time. "Are there any news on Grissom?"
Nick sighed. "No. He's still in surgery. At least he made it to the hospital. I thought we would loose him out there."
Greg shook his head. "Man, Grissom of all people..."
Catherine poked her head into the lab. "Bobby compared the bullets. They match. And they belong to the gun. Brass talks to the guy right now. You wanna come with me?"
"Sure thing. See you, Greggo" he said as he left the room.
"Hey. If you hear something new about Grissom, let me know okay?"
"Of course Greg" Catherine answered.
Interrogation room
The perp was named Charlie Biggs. A money collector. A money collector with a police record.
Det. Brass was eye to eye with him as he sat on the table.
Catherine, Sara, Warrick and Nick watched everything through the 2 way mirror.
"Mr. Biggs, investigations showed that Mr. Turner was killed with your gun. A member of the CSI was shot by you, his conditon is very serious. A comparsion of the bullet and the shells showed that both crimes were done with the same gun. You want to say something about that?"
"I want to talk to my lawyer", he said more than once after he was stichted up by the ambulance.
"He's on his way", Brass said.
Behind the mirror Nick said angrily: "This son of bitch won't say a thing! Chances are that his lawyer is working with Biggs' boss."
The room went silent again. The ringing sound of a cell phone made everyone jump. They tried to find out, which cell phone rang.
Catherine showed hers. "It's mine", she said and looked a little bit helpless. Then she took a deep breath and answered the phone. "Willows." After a short moment she said: "Yeah, we are on the way. Thank you very much for calling."
"And? Speak!" Warrick said.
"The hospital. The surgery went fine. Gil's on ICU right now. We can visit him."
"Thank God", Warrick sighed and left the room. The others straight behind him.
Notes: Thank you for the reviews. Okay, I've made a few mistakes.
But hey - I'm not professional! This is just for fun, so lets enjoy
it. I have to admit I forgot the name of the guy in ballistics. Is it
Bobby? I'm not sure about that, but let's call him so. Did I forget
something? You can tell me if so. For now - here we're go again.(for
everything else see Chapter 1)
Chapter 2
Saturday, General Hospital, 12:48 am Emergency room
Once in the hospital, the two of them were asked to went to the waiting room. Nick called Warrick. As he came back, Catherine sat on a chair, her eyes unfocused. He knelt down in front of her and gently took her blood stained hands in his. "You should clean yourself."
When she came back, Sara and Warrick had arrived. Sara looked at her questionally. "Are you okay?"
Catherine sighed and answered: "I'm okay but I'm concerned about Gil." She looked at Nick. "Anything yet?"
"No."
Warrick asked: "Should we go back to work?" The question was for Catherine.
She was speechless for a moment.
"You are supervisor now", Nick said softly.
"Right", she said and thought for a few seconds about the new situation. "Looks like we can't do much here right now. All we can do is go back to work."
"But..." Sara protested.
"She's right, Sara. We can't do nothing for Grissom here. It's up to him now. We can only pray for him", Warrick said.
Sara looked at him and then gave in.
"I tell the nurses my cell phone number", Catherine said and disappeared to the nurses station. Short time later she came back and all four of them went to the parking lot.
"Have you finished your case?" Catherine asked Warrick and Sara.
"Just the paperwork left..."Warrick answered. "Why?"
"Because now this case has priority." She tried not to mention Gil's name.
"This case? Damit, Catherine! You think this is just a normal case?" Sara was angry.
Catherine knew this outburst would come sooner or later. "Yes. This is just a normal case. It doesn't matter who's involved, we have to be neutral..."
"Great!" Sara threw her hands into the air and was about to return something.
"We have to be neutral, because otherwise we're out. Think about it. How's Ecklie handling this case then?"
"She's right", Nick gave in and took Sara's arm. "We are not allowed to make any mistakes. This is too important."
Saturday, Warehouse, 2:30 am
The next hours went by but seemed to never end. The entire team investigated around the crime scene. They discovered that Benjamin Turner was shot outside the building and than dragged inside the warehouse. Obviously the perpetrator wanted to destroy the evidence but was disturbed by the police and then wanted to hide himself behind the trash containers.
"I'm ready so far", Warrick said and gathered his tools together.
"Yep, I'm too", Nick answered, who stood in the corner.
Catherine looked at the two young men. "Where's Sara?"
Warrick and Nick had no idea. "Dunno", Nick answered.
"But I think I know where she's at", Warrick said and his head went to the entrance.
Sara knelt outside the building on the side-street where the markings were showing the spot Grissom was lying just a few hours ago. Although the light was dim she could the dried blood. The spot was big. Too big.
"Sara?" Catherine said softly not wanting to scare her colleague.
She stood quickly and showed Catherine a bag with shells. "I...I collected the shells...and over there...there....it looks like a bullet in the wall...I...can..." she stammered and looked around but not at Catherine.
Catherine went to her und hugged her gently. "Shhh, it's okay. If you don't want to be here, I can do this."
"No...no. I...just don't understand..."she sobbed. The tears were running down her cheeks and she burried her head on Catherine's shoulder.
In the background Warrick and Nick were watching. They were sad and shocked, too.
After a few minutes Sara looked back up again with watery eyes. "Why Grissom? Why him?"
"I don't know, I really don't know", Catherine answered honestly.
In the meantime Nick had taken the bag with the shells and examined them carefully. "But maybe I do."
Everybody turned to him.
"I'm not sure yet, but at first sight, I would say that this shells and the shells we collected earlier do match."
"The same weapon. The same perpetrator?" Warrick asked.
"My assumption is that the perp wanted to take this shells with him. Grissom interrupted him, the perp wanted to get away, but Grissom is behind him..." Nick explained.
"Knew Grissom he was the shooter?" Sara wanted to know.
"I have no idea. But the perp knew he had to do something. Apparently Grissom showed his badge. And the man got nervous, took his gun..."
"We know more when we can compare the bullets. Brass can point this out to the perp."
Saturday, CSI Headquarter, 3.15 a. m. Lab
The team went back to the HQ and then straight to the breakroom to get some coffee. Nick had told Greg. He was visibly shocked and sat on his stool. "I mean, you try to ignore the danger. Therefore we work after the crime happened..." he said to himself more than to Nick. He was having a hard time. "Are there any news on Grissom?"
Nick sighed. "No. He's still in surgery. At least he made it to the hospital. I thought we would loose him out there."
Greg shook his head. "Man, Grissom of all people..."
Catherine poked her head into the lab. "Bobby compared the bullets. They match. And they belong to the gun. Brass talks to the guy right now. You wanna come with me?"
"Sure thing. See you, Greggo" he said as he left the room.
"Hey. If you hear something new about Grissom, let me know okay?"
"Of course Greg" Catherine answered.
Interrogation room
The perp was named Charlie Biggs. A money collector. A money collector with a police record.
Det. Brass was eye to eye with him as he sat on the table.
Catherine, Sara, Warrick and Nick watched everything through the 2 way mirror.
"Mr. Biggs, investigations showed that Mr. Turner was killed with your gun. A member of the CSI was shot by you, his conditon is very serious. A comparsion of the bullet and the shells showed that both crimes were done with the same gun. You want to say something about that?"
"I want to talk to my lawyer", he said more than once after he was stichted up by the ambulance.
"He's on his way", Brass said.
Behind the mirror Nick said angrily: "This son of bitch won't say a thing! Chances are that his lawyer is working with Biggs' boss."
The room went silent again. The ringing sound of a cell phone made everyone jump. They tried to find out, which cell phone rang.
Catherine showed hers. "It's mine", she said and looked a little bit helpless. Then she took a deep breath and answered the phone. "Willows." After a short moment she said: "Yeah, we are on the way. Thank you very much for calling."
"And? Speak!" Warrick said.
"The hospital. The surgery went fine. Gil's on ICU right now. We can visit him."
"Thank God", Warrick sighed and left the room. The others straight behind him.