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.
Chapter 2
Hank went into the ambulance and collected his stuff.
"Are you sure?" O'Riley asked him.
"Yeah I'm sure," Hank replied and stepped out of the ambulance.
"They are in the bathroom upstairs," O'Riley told Hank and Hank nodded.
O'Riley gave him a bullet-proof vest.
Hank put on the vest, and grabbed his kit.
He walked slowly towards the house and entered.
Everyone outside prayed that everything would be ok.
O'Riley called Catherine and Nick and told them that they had to come quickly to Grissom's crime scene. O'Riley told them that Grissom needed them there.
Inside Hank walked up the stairs and ran towards the bathroom.
The suspect saw Hank and fired his gun, but the bullet missed Hank as he reached the bathroom. The suspect fired again but Hank was already in the bathroom.
Hank kneeled next to Warrick and looked at his chest wound. He knew that Warrick needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible.
Hank looked at Sara.
"You have to help me here Sara," he asked her.
Sara nodded and looked at him.
"You have to remove your jacket and I will press a bandage against it ok" Hank looked at her and smiled.
"Ok," she responded. Sara looked at Warrick and then to Grissom.
Brass pressed his jacket tightly on Grissom's shoulder wound.
Grissom looked at him and his hand went to his shoulder.
"I will survive, it's nothing," Grissom grimaced.
"Sara are you ready?" Hank asked her and looked at Grissom.
"How are you doing?" he asked Grissom.
"I will survive...It's just a scratch," Grissom grunted.
Hank reached for the bandage and gave it to Sara. Sara took it and looked at Warrick. "Here we go," he whispered and removed the jacket. Sara immediately pressed the bandage on the wound. Hank grabbed an other bandage and looked at Sara.
"We have to turn him around," Hank looked at Brass.
"You have to help us," he said to Brass.
Brass looked at Grissom. "Are you going to be alright," he asked him.
"Yeah," Grissom mumbled.
Brass crawled towards Warrick and helped them to turn him around.
The bullet was still inside Warrick's body because there was no exit wound.
"Ok, we can turn him back now," Hank told them and they carefully turned Warrick on his back.
"We have to get him out of here," Hank pressed a new bandage on the wound. "He's loosing to much blood."
"But how? We can't walk out of here," Sara looked at him and crawled towards Grissom.
Brass stayed with Warrick and pressed on the wound. He hoped the bleeding would stop.
"We have to try and get him out of here," Hank said again.
"Are you willing to take the risk to get shot?" Brass looked at him and shook his head.
"Yes I'm willing to take that risk," Hank responded. All three looked at him.
"You can't be serious?" Grissom mumbled.
"Can you help me?" he asked Brass.
Brass looked at him and started thinking.
"He will die if we don't get him out of here in 30 minutes," Hank hoped that he convinced Brass.
"Shit," Brass shouted. "Ok, but if I get shot I'm going to kill you," he threatened.
"That chance I'm willing to take," Hank looked at Warrick.
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.
Chapter 2
Hank went into the ambulance and collected his stuff.
"Are you sure?" O'Riley asked him.
"Yeah I'm sure," Hank replied and stepped out of the ambulance.
"They are in the bathroom upstairs," O'Riley told Hank and Hank nodded.
O'Riley gave him a bullet-proof vest.
Hank put on the vest, and grabbed his kit.
He walked slowly towards the house and entered.
Everyone outside prayed that everything would be ok.
O'Riley called Catherine and Nick and told them that they had to come quickly to Grissom's crime scene. O'Riley told them that Grissom needed them there.
Inside Hank walked up the stairs and ran towards the bathroom.
The suspect saw Hank and fired his gun, but the bullet missed Hank as he reached the bathroom. The suspect fired again but Hank was already in the bathroom.
Hank kneeled next to Warrick and looked at his chest wound. He knew that Warrick needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible.
Hank looked at Sara.
"You have to help me here Sara," he asked her.
Sara nodded and looked at him.
"You have to remove your jacket and I will press a bandage against it ok" Hank looked at her and smiled.
"Ok," she responded. Sara looked at Warrick and then to Grissom.
Brass pressed his jacket tightly on Grissom's shoulder wound.
Grissom looked at him and his hand went to his shoulder.
"I will survive, it's nothing," Grissom grimaced.
"Sara are you ready?" Hank asked her and looked at Grissom.
"How are you doing?" he asked Grissom.
"I will survive...It's just a scratch," Grissom grunted.
Hank reached for the bandage and gave it to Sara. Sara took it and looked at Warrick. "Here we go," he whispered and removed the jacket. Sara immediately pressed the bandage on the wound. Hank grabbed an other bandage and looked at Sara.
"We have to turn him around," Hank looked at Brass.
"You have to help us," he said to Brass.
Brass looked at Grissom. "Are you going to be alright," he asked him.
"Yeah," Grissom mumbled.
Brass crawled towards Warrick and helped them to turn him around.
The bullet was still inside Warrick's body because there was no exit wound.
"Ok, we can turn him back now," Hank told them and they carefully turned Warrick on his back.
"We have to get him out of here," Hank pressed a new bandage on the wound. "He's loosing to much blood."
"But how? We can't walk out of here," Sara looked at him and crawled towards Grissom.
Brass stayed with Warrick and pressed on the wound. He hoped the bleeding would stop.
"We have to try and get him out of here," Hank said again.
"Are you willing to take the risk to get shot?" Brass looked at him and shook his head.
"Yes I'm willing to take that risk," Hank responded. All three looked at him.
"You can't be serious?" Grissom mumbled.
"Can you help me?" he asked Brass.
Brass looked at him and started thinking.
"He will die if we don't get him out of here in 30 minutes," Hank hoped that he convinced Brass.
"Shit," Brass shouted. "Ok, but if I get shot I'm going to kill you," he threatened.
"That chance I'm willing to take," Hank looked at Warrick.
TBC...