Payback time by Dutchie
Disclaimers: I don't own the rights to anybody or anything related to CSI.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: G/S and W/C, A hostage situation gets out of control.
It was another cold night in Vegas when Grissom got out of his car. He looked around and scanned the area. He saw Brass talking to a woman and a lot of press was standing not far from them.
Grissom walked slowly towards Brass. When Brass saw Grissom he pointed to the house and mouthed Sara and Warrick.
Grissom nodded and walked towards the house, when he spotted something in the grass. He putted on some gloves and reached for the object.
Grissom carefully grabbed the knife and examined it. There was blood all over it. Grissom squatted down next to his kit and retrieved a bag out of it. He looked one more time at the knife and bagged it. When he put the bag in his kit, he heard someone scream.
It was Sara. As fast as he could he ran into the house and went looking the both of them. When he approached the bathroom, he saw that Warrick was lying in a puddle of blood. Sara removed her jacket and pressed it onto the wound. Grissom grabbed his phone and called Brass for an ambulance.
"What happened!" Brass shouted into the phone.
"Warrick got shot! Didn't your people secure the scene!" Grissom shouted back and looked at Warrick. Grissom pressed the end button and kneeled next to Warrick and checked if he still had a pulse. Grissom was relieved that he found one.
"He's still here," Sara whispered.
Grissom looked at her and drew his gun when he heard a noise outside in the hall. He prepared himself to attack.
Grissom almost hit Brass.
"Jeez Jim," he hissed, his heart was beating almost out of his chest.
"What is it? Why..." Brass demanded an explanation but Grissom interrupted him.
"He's still here," he looked out into the hall and saw that is was empty. Suddenly he saw some movement at the stairs. Grissom pointed his gun at it, but Brass put his hand on his shoulder.
"Paramedics..." he whispered and looked over Grissom's shoulder.
"Guys watch out, he is still here!" Grissom shouted but it was too late.
Grissom turned around when he heard something. He aimed but the perpetrator was faster and shot Grissom.
Grissom cried out in pain and collapsed at the floor.
Sara watched at it horror. "Grissom!" she shouted.
Brass was immediately at his side, removed his jacket, and pressed it onto the wound.
"Jeez man," Brass voice was wavering.
"We need those paramedics now!" Brass looked at Sara, and she nodded. Sara was numb. She couldn´t do anything. Her friend was shot in his chest and the man she loved was shot too. Sara found her voice and looked at Brass
"But how?" Sara looked at Warrick and then to Grissom.
Brass called and asked if a paramedic had the courage to come upstairs and help the wounded.
Downstairs, Sgt. O'Riley responded on Brass's call and jogged towards the paramedics.
"Does anyone of you have the courage to help," he pointed towards the house. "Two people are seriously wounded."
"Who's in there?" one of the paramedics wanted to know.
"Grissom, Sara, Warrick and Brass..." O'Riley.
"Gunshot wounds?" the second paramedic asked. A third paramedic walked towards them and listened to the cop.
"Both chest wounds," O'Riley looked at them.
"Do you have a bullet-proof vest?" Hank asked when he heard the conversation.
O'Riley nodded.
"Ok, I'm going in," Hank said determined and ran back to the ambulance to get his stuff.
TBC...
Disclaimers: I don't own the rights to anybody or anything related to CSI.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: G/S and W/C, A hostage situation gets out of control.
It was another cold night in Vegas when Grissom got out of his car. He looked around and scanned the area. He saw Brass talking to a woman and a lot of press was standing not far from them.
Grissom walked slowly towards Brass. When Brass saw Grissom he pointed to the house and mouthed Sara and Warrick.
Grissom nodded and walked towards the house, when he spotted something in the grass. He putted on some gloves and reached for the object.
Grissom carefully grabbed the knife and examined it. There was blood all over it. Grissom squatted down next to his kit and retrieved a bag out of it. He looked one more time at the knife and bagged it. When he put the bag in his kit, he heard someone scream.
It was Sara. As fast as he could he ran into the house and went looking the both of them. When he approached the bathroom, he saw that Warrick was lying in a puddle of blood. Sara removed her jacket and pressed it onto the wound. Grissom grabbed his phone and called Brass for an ambulance.
"What happened!" Brass shouted into the phone.
"Warrick got shot! Didn't your people secure the scene!" Grissom shouted back and looked at Warrick. Grissom pressed the end button and kneeled next to Warrick and checked if he still had a pulse. Grissom was relieved that he found one.
"He's still here," Sara whispered.
Grissom looked at her and drew his gun when he heard a noise outside in the hall. He prepared himself to attack.
Grissom almost hit Brass.
"Jeez Jim," he hissed, his heart was beating almost out of his chest.
"What is it? Why..." Brass demanded an explanation but Grissom interrupted him.
"He's still here," he looked out into the hall and saw that is was empty. Suddenly he saw some movement at the stairs. Grissom pointed his gun at it, but Brass put his hand on his shoulder.
"Paramedics..." he whispered and looked over Grissom's shoulder.
"Guys watch out, he is still here!" Grissom shouted but it was too late.
Grissom turned around when he heard something. He aimed but the perpetrator was faster and shot Grissom.
Grissom cried out in pain and collapsed at the floor.
Sara watched at it horror. "Grissom!" she shouted.
Brass was immediately at his side, removed his jacket, and pressed it onto the wound.
"Jeez man," Brass voice was wavering.
"We need those paramedics now!" Brass looked at Sara, and she nodded. Sara was numb. She couldn´t do anything. Her friend was shot in his chest and the man she loved was shot too. Sara found her voice and looked at Brass
"But how?" Sara looked at Warrick and then to Grissom.
Brass called and asked if a paramedic had the courage to come upstairs and help the wounded.
Downstairs, Sgt. O'Riley responded on Brass's call and jogged towards the paramedics.
"Does anyone of you have the courage to help," he pointed towards the house. "Two people are seriously wounded."
"Who's in there?" one of the paramedics wanted to know.
"Grissom, Sara, Warrick and Brass..." O'Riley.
"Gunshot wounds?" the second paramedic asked. A third paramedic walked towards them and listened to the cop.
"Both chest wounds," O'Riley looked at them.
"Do you have a bullet-proof vest?" Hank asked when he heard the conversation.
O'Riley nodded.
"Ok, I'm going in," Hank said determined and ran back to the ambulance to get his stuff.
TBC...