A/N: Sorry to leave you hanging folks. I figured if the PTB at CSI can do
a "To Be Continued", then so can I. I like my deranged sense of logic,
don't you?
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Grissom was about to speak when Nick entered the interrogation room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Gil met Brass's eyes as Nick calmly sat in the empty chair beside him. The captain merely shrugged. They both looked at the CSI briefly, but Nick just stared fixedly at the man sitting across from him.
"Rachel King was pregnant with your child," Grissom continued, turning back to Connor and noticing the uncomfortable expression on his face. "But you knew that already, didn't you Alex?"
"Is that why you did it?" Nick asked, his voice carrying a steely edge.
"Hey man! I didn't fucking do anything!" Connor yelled, shifting agitatedly in his seat.
"She wanted to break it off with you when she found out she was pregnant. So what, you thought you'd knock her around, teach her a lesson and things got out of hand?" Nick went on unrelenting, his eyes never leaving Connor's.
"She got herself knocked up on purpose," Connor snarled, his hand slamming down on the table. "And then she refused to get rid of the goddamn thing and said it was over. She had the fucking nerve to think she could leave me? There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. No stupid bitch tells me what to do and gets away with it!"
Everyone held their breath as they watched Nick absorb what had just been said. "So you did kill her," he confirmed grimly, his hands forming tight fists on his knees under the table.
"That's not what I-," Connor cut himself off, realizing his mistake. "Who the hell is this guy anyway?" he demanded, glaring at Grissom and Brass and gesturing irately at Nick.
"I'm her brother," Nick responded grimly.
Connor's face fell and fear flickered in his eyes as he saw the ferocity in Nick's hard gaze and a light sweat beaded on his forehead. Tense silence filled both the interrogation and observation room as they all waited to see what would happen next.
"You killed my sister and her innocent unborn child. Because she wanted to keep her baby," Nick spoke through clenched teeth, his body so rigid he was trembling.
Connor stared speechlessly at Nick knowing he was caught. A mean look shadowed his face and slowly he leaned forward, his temper taking over once again. "Your sister was a useless whore who got what she deserved."
There was a hushed paused then before anyone else could move, Nick had jumped up and sent the table dividing them flying into the wall to his right with a loud crash. His right fist shot out and caught Connor square in the face, making a sickening crunch as it connected with his nose and mashed his lips against his teeth. The punch sent him flailing backwards and falling to the floor, his chair tipping over. Connor howled, his hands coming up to cover his face, shock registering in his eyes. Nick grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and hauled him to his feet, dragging him backwards and slamming him into the wall.
"Nick," Grissom said warningly, he and Brass standing just a few feet away.
Sara, Catherine and Warrick watched wide-eyed and frozen to the spot, stunned by what was happening right in front of them.
"You give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now you son of a bitch," Nick seethed with rage burning in his eyes. "One fucking reason!"
"Please," Connor begged, sputtering pathetically. His hands clutched Nick's sinewy forearms, trying desperately to get him off. Panic was written all over his face, blood pouring from his nose and split lip. "Please don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! Please, I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry?!" Nick roared, pounding him against the wall again, making Connor cry out when his skull cracked against the concrete. "I'll make you fucking sorry!" His hands went around Connor's neck, practically lifting him off the ground and began to squeeze.
"Oh, God please.help me," Connor wheezed terrified, tears forming in his eyes and running down his face to mix with sweat and blood. He desperately clawed at Nick's strangling hands. "Please.I can't breath.please."
"NICK!" Grissom bellowed, jumping forward to pull him off. He managed to get Nick to stagger backwards a step but wasn't strong enough on his own to loosen his choking grip around Connor's throat. "Warrick, get in here!" he cried, pounding on the two-way glass.
Warrick snapped out of his trance, bolting to the other room.
"How does it feel Connor, you sick fuck?" Nick asked, his voice now deadly quiet, the roaring fury in his head blocking out the shouts from Grissom and Brass. Connor couldn't reply, his wide horrified eyes locked with Nick's as he gasped for air. "How does it feel to be the one on the other end, huh? Not such a big man now are you?" A vision of sister's smiling face entered his mind and he tightened his grip, now completely cutting off Connor's airway and all sound coming from his mouth.
"Nick man, let go! LET GO!" Warrick shouted grabbing Nick from behind in a half nelson. He was able to use his height and weight advantage over his friend to pull him backwards.
Grissom and Brass immediately stepped in to pry Nick's strong hands away, finally forcing him to release his neck. Connor slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping, one hand going to his injured throat. Brass dropped to his knee beside him to ensure he was all right.
"No! Get off me Warrick!" Nick screamed, the cords in his neck popping out and his face red as he frantically fought to escape Warrick's unyielding grasp. "He killed her! That bastard murdered my sister, let me go!"
"Stop it man, that's enough!" Warrick yelled, struggling and using all his strength to drag Nick further away from Connor. "That isn't the way Nick! Killing him isn't going to bring her back!"
Nick froze and abruptly stopped fighting him, his breathing ragged. His body slacked in his colleague's arms as his emotions took over. Warrick slowly released him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Brass, get him out of here!" Grissom ordered, helping get Connor back on his feet.
"Come on, let's go," Brass said, grabbing one of Connor's arms and leading him out of the room.
"Wait, wait," Connor rasped, stopping in front of Nick. Fresh tears welled in his eyes, the tough exterior he had entered the room with now completely shattered. "I-I didn't mean to kill her, please believe me," he sobbed, his free hand still holding his neck. "I'm so very sorry."
Nick just stared bitterly back at him, angry tears falling from his eyes. Loathing for the man in front of him coursed through his body. He felt Warrick's hand tighten on his shoulder grabbing a fistful of his shirt and his other hand pressed cautiously on his chest, but there was no need now.
"I hope you rot in hell," was Nick's lone, unforgiving reply.
Brass urged Connor on his way, reciting him his rights as they went.
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A/N: Phew! Did that take as much out of you as it did me? Still more to come. I am finished the story now, but I really am going to miss it so I'll be drawing it out as long as possible and will still be only be posting one chapter at a time. I know, I know, you all hate me.
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Grissom was about to speak when Nick entered the interrogation room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Gil met Brass's eyes as Nick calmly sat in the empty chair beside him. The captain merely shrugged. They both looked at the CSI briefly, but Nick just stared fixedly at the man sitting across from him.
"Rachel King was pregnant with your child," Grissom continued, turning back to Connor and noticing the uncomfortable expression on his face. "But you knew that already, didn't you Alex?"
"Is that why you did it?" Nick asked, his voice carrying a steely edge.
"Hey man! I didn't fucking do anything!" Connor yelled, shifting agitatedly in his seat.
"She wanted to break it off with you when she found out she was pregnant. So what, you thought you'd knock her around, teach her a lesson and things got out of hand?" Nick went on unrelenting, his eyes never leaving Connor's.
"She got herself knocked up on purpose," Connor snarled, his hand slamming down on the table. "And then she refused to get rid of the goddamn thing and said it was over. She had the fucking nerve to think she could leave me? There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. No stupid bitch tells me what to do and gets away with it!"
Everyone held their breath as they watched Nick absorb what had just been said. "So you did kill her," he confirmed grimly, his hands forming tight fists on his knees under the table.
"That's not what I-," Connor cut himself off, realizing his mistake. "Who the hell is this guy anyway?" he demanded, glaring at Grissom and Brass and gesturing irately at Nick.
"I'm her brother," Nick responded grimly.
Connor's face fell and fear flickered in his eyes as he saw the ferocity in Nick's hard gaze and a light sweat beaded on his forehead. Tense silence filled both the interrogation and observation room as they all waited to see what would happen next.
"You killed my sister and her innocent unborn child. Because she wanted to keep her baby," Nick spoke through clenched teeth, his body so rigid he was trembling.
Connor stared speechlessly at Nick knowing he was caught. A mean look shadowed his face and slowly he leaned forward, his temper taking over once again. "Your sister was a useless whore who got what she deserved."
There was a hushed paused then before anyone else could move, Nick had jumped up and sent the table dividing them flying into the wall to his right with a loud crash. His right fist shot out and caught Connor square in the face, making a sickening crunch as it connected with his nose and mashed his lips against his teeth. The punch sent him flailing backwards and falling to the floor, his chair tipping over. Connor howled, his hands coming up to cover his face, shock registering in his eyes. Nick grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and hauled him to his feet, dragging him backwards and slamming him into the wall.
"Nick," Grissom said warningly, he and Brass standing just a few feet away.
Sara, Catherine and Warrick watched wide-eyed and frozen to the spot, stunned by what was happening right in front of them.
"You give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now you son of a bitch," Nick seethed with rage burning in his eyes. "One fucking reason!"
"Please," Connor begged, sputtering pathetically. His hands clutched Nick's sinewy forearms, trying desperately to get him off. Panic was written all over his face, blood pouring from his nose and split lip. "Please don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! Please, I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry?!" Nick roared, pounding him against the wall again, making Connor cry out when his skull cracked against the concrete. "I'll make you fucking sorry!" His hands went around Connor's neck, practically lifting him off the ground and began to squeeze.
"Oh, God please.help me," Connor wheezed terrified, tears forming in his eyes and running down his face to mix with sweat and blood. He desperately clawed at Nick's strangling hands. "Please.I can't breath.please."
"NICK!" Grissom bellowed, jumping forward to pull him off. He managed to get Nick to stagger backwards a step but wasn't strong enough on his own to loosen his choking grip around Connor's throat. "Warrick, get in here!" he cried, pounding on the two-way glass.
Warrick snapped out of his trance, bolting to the other room.
"How does it feel Connor, you sick fuck?" Nick asked, his voice now deadly quiet, the roaring fury in his head blocking out the shouts from Grissom and Brass. Connor couldn't reply, his wide horrified eyes locked with Nick's as he gasped for air. "How does it feel to be the one on the other end, huh? Not such a big man now are you?" A vision of sister's smiling face entered his mind and he tightened his grip, now completely cutting off Connor's airway and all sound coming from his mouth.
"Nick man, let go! LET GO!" Warrick shouted grabbing Nick from behind in a half nelson. He was able to use his height and weight advantage over his friend to pull him backwards.
Grissom and Brass immediately stepped in to pry Nick's strong hands away, finally forcing him to release his neck. Connor slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping, one hand going to his injured throat. Brass dropped to his knee beside him to ensure he was all right.
"No! Get off me Warrick!" Nick screamed, the cords in his neck popping out and his face red as he frantically fought to escape Warrick's unyielding grasp. "He killed her! That bastard murdered my sister, let me go!"
"Stop it man, that's enough!" Warrick yelled, struggling and using all his strength to drag Nick further away from Connor. "That isn't the way Nick! Killing him isn't going to bring her back!"
Nick froze and abruptly stopped fighting him, his breathing ragged. His body slacked in his colleague's arms as his emotions took over. Warrick slowly released him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Brass, get him out of here!" Grissom ordered, helping get Connor back on his feet.
"Come on, let's go," Brass said, grabbing one of Connor's arms and leading him out of the room.
"Wait, wait," Connor rasped, stopping in front of Nick. Fresh tears welled in his eyes, the tough exterior he had entered the room with now completely shattered. "I-I didn't mean to kill her, please believe me," he sobbed, his free hand still holding his neck. "I'm so very sorry."
Nick just stared bitterly back at him, angry tears falling from his eyes. Loathing for the man in front of him coursed through his body. He felt Warrick's hand tighten on his shoulder grabbing a fistful of his shirt and his other hand pressed cautiously on his chest, but there was no need now.
"I hope you rot in hell," was Nick's lone, unforgiving reply.
Brass urged Connor on his way, reciting him his rights as they went.
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A/N: Phew! Did that take as much out of you as it did me? Still more to come. I am finished the story now, but I really am going to miss it so I'll be drawing it out as long as possible and will still be only be posting one chapter at a time. I know, I know, you all hate me.