CHAPTER TWO
Some boy you are
to wear my color red
to wear it very proudly
~Tori Amos ~
The silence broke the walls. It filled every pore, every corner, crashed into the minds of the people listening, soaking their thoughts with doubt and fear. The silence was the loudest thing they'd ever heard.
In the middle of the corridor Sara and Nick stood completely still as if lost their ability to move. Their eyes locked at each other, their intense gazes both asking the same unsaid question. Was it what it had sounded like?
They sprinted off to movement.
***
Greg gaped at the smoking gun as it trembled in the man's hand. The look of shear terror invaded the intruder's face, his blue eyes filling with disbelief and shock. "I -- I --" he choked with his voice barely hearable, finally swallowing the words he was about to let out.
Greg could feel something warm on his chest and he glanced down. A scarlet stain on the front of his shirt was slowly spreading. He felt an unstoppable weakness starting to invade his body, like poison flowing through his veins with every pump of his heart that made the stain on his shirt larger. His legs started to give in as he stumbled backwards, finally crashing against the wall next to the door.
He heard footsteps. Someone running. He heard a clunk as the gun dropped from the man's hand as he started past him to the corridor.
He felt dizzy.
***
Nick saw a form of a man running out of the Evidence Room just as he turned the corner into the corridor. He reached his hand to pull out his gun. "Stop!" he exclaimed to the retreating back. He fastened his speed, trying to close the distance between himself and that stranger. He could see that the man wasn't carrying a gun anymore. "Don't make me fire!"
The man kept on running, trying to escape, but Nick's every step decreased his head start. He curved behind the next corner with Nick right on his tails, too slow for the CSI. Nick took the last leap and grabbed the back of his jacket, practically throwing him against the wall. He aimed the barrel of the gun straight at his head, taking a step back. "Don't move!" Even Nick himself was taken aback by the harshness in his voice.
The man rose his shaking hands up in the air. Nick could see his eyes gleaming with tears and fear, and he let his hands sink a bit, sensing that the resistance was over.
Then recognition made his face fall. An amazed whisper escaped from his lips. "Sam?"
"I -- I'm sorry... I didn't me-ean to..."
From the side of his eye, Nick saw a couple of blue-suited guards jogging towards them but his eyes remained on the face of the trembling man. "I'm sorry," Sam whimpered again, glancing nervously at the gun that was still pointed at him.
Finally, just as the guards reached his side and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, Nick found his voice again. "What happened?" he questioned.
"He-e walked in on me. I didn't mean to shoot him... I-I swear --"
Him? Nick glanced back at the direction where they'd come from. It was then that Nick realized that Sara hadn't followed him. He wasn't listening to Sam anymore nor paying attention to the guards that pulled out their handcuffs; the only thing he acknowledged was the tight, cold lump in the pit of his stomach as he started to jog back towards the Evidence Room. "Sara?" he called out. No answer came. The way into the Evidence Room seemed like miles to him.
The first thing he saw as he entered the room was the tearful eyes of Sara Sidle as she lifted them up at him from the limp form lying next to the wall. Then he saw blood; blood smeared on her hands that were pressed tightly against the chest of Greg Sanders.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Nick screamed at the crowd that was starting to gather into the corridor.
TBC…
A/N: I'm so sorry it has taken me this long and sorry it was a bit flat, and short - I've been having some problems with writing lately - but it's better that nothing, right? Plus I've been swamped with work, and I still am, and so I have been unable to concentrate on anything else. I know you've been waiting for a new chapter for way too long and I thank you all for your patience (and thanks to Lady for that wake up call) but what can a gal do when nothing comes. *g* I'm not going to make any more promises (since it's unlikely that I'll ever keep em), I'm just going to say that I'll update as soon as I can. I already started writing the next chapter, so we'll see... Oh, and note that this hasn't been betaed, I just wanted it posted as soon as I finished it. Maybe I'll rewrite it one day... (Don't count on it, though. *wink*) And what comes to the future of a certain Greg Sanders... Well, let's just say that I flipped a coin today...
Some boy you are
to wear my color red
to wear it very proudly
~Tori Amos ~
The silence broke the walls. It filled every pore, every corner, crashed into the minds of the people listening, soaking their thoughts with doubt and fear. The silence was the loudest thing they'd ever heard.
In the middle of the corridor Sara and Nick stood completely still as if lost their ability to move. Their eyes locked at each other, their intense gazes both asking the same unsaid question. Was it what it had sounded like?
They sprinted off to movement.
***
Greg gaped at the smoking gun as it trembled in the man's hand. The look of shear terror invaded the intruder's face, his blue eyes filling with disbelief and shock. "I -- I --" he choked with his voice barely hearable, finally swallowing the words he was about to let out.
Greg could feel something warm on his chest and he glanced down. A scarlet stain on the front of his shirt was slowly spreading. He felt an unstoppable weakness starting to invade his body, like poison flowing through his veins with every pump of his heart that made the stain on his shirt larger. His legs started to give in as he stumbled backwards, finally crashing against the wall next to the door.
He heard footsteps. Someone running. He heard a clunk as the gun dropped from the man's hand as he started past him to the corridor.
He felt dizzy.
***
Nick saw a form of a man running out of the Evidence Room just as he turned the corner into the corridor. He reached his hand to pull out his gun. "Stop!" he exclaimed to the retreating back. He fastened his speed, trying to close the distance between himself and that stranger. He could see that the man wasn't carrying a gun anymore. "Don't make me fire!"
The man kept on running, trying to escape, but Nick's every step decreased his head start. He curved behind the next corner with Nick right on his tails, too slow for the CSI. Nick took the last leap and grabbed the back of his jacket, practically throwing him against the wall. He aimed the barrel of the gun straight at his head, taking a step back. "Don't move!" Even Nick himself was taken aback by the harshness in his voice.
The man rose his shaking hands up in the air. Nick could see his eyes gleaming with tears and fear, and he let his hands sink a bit, sensing that the resistance was over.
Then recognition made his face fall. An amazed whisper escaped from his lips. "Sam?"
"I -- I'm sorry... I didn't me-ean to..."
From the side of his eye, Nick saw a couple of blue-suited guards jogging towards them but his eyes remained on the face of the trembling man. "I'm sorry," Sam whimpered again, glancing nervously at the gun that was still pointed at him.
Finally, just as the guards reached his side and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, Nick found his voice again. "What happened?" he questioned.
"He-e walked in on me. I didn't mean to shoot him... I-I swear --"
Him? Nick glanced back at the direction where they'd come from. It was then that Nick realized that Sara hadn't followed him. He wasn't listening to Sam anymore nor paying attention to the guards that pulled out their handcuffs; the only thing he acknowledged was the tight, cold lump in the pit of his stomach as he started to jog back towards the Evidence Room. "Sara?" he called out. No answer came. The way into the Evidence Room seemed like miles to him.
The first thing he saw as he entered the room was the tearful eyes of Sara Sidle as she lifted them up at him from the limp form lying next to the wall. Then he saw blood; blood smeared on her hands that were pressed tightly against the chest of Greg Sanders.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Nick screamed at the crowd that was starting to gather into the corridor.
TBC…
A/N: I'm so sorry it has taken me this long and sorry it was a bit flat, and short - I've been having some problems with writing lately - but it's better that nothing, right? Plus I've been swamped with work, and I still am, and so I have been unable to concentrate on anything else. I know you've been waiting for a new chapter for way too long and I thank you all for your patience (and thanks to Lady for that wake up call) but what can a gal do when nothing comes. *g* I'm not going to make any more promises (since it's unlikely that I'll ever keep em), I'm just going to say that I'll update as soon as I can. I already started writing the next chapter, so we'll see... Oh, and note that this hasn't been betaed, I just wanted it posted as soon as I finished it. Maybe I'll rewrite it one day... (Don't count on it, though. *wink*) And what comes to the future of a certain Greg Sanders... Well, let's just say that I flipped a coin today...