Payback time by dutchie
Disclaimers in chapter 1
Chapter 3.
Hank walked to Grissom and took a looked at his shoulder.
"It just gazed you skin, but it's bleeding like hell." Hank said and pressed a bandage on it.
Grissom gritted his teeth.
"Sorry," Hank apologised.
"It's ok," Grissom replied and looked at Warrick. "Is he going to make it?" he looked up and saw that Hanks face fell.
"If we don't get him out of here in 30 minutes, he will die. But I'm not going to let that happen," he said and removed the bandage again.
"I need to stitch that up," Hank said and reached for his kit. He gave Grissom a shot to sedate the wound and then he started to stitch him up. Five minutes later he was finished and pressed a new bandage on the wound.
"Do you need some medication for the pain," he asked him but Grissom declined.
"Help Warrick," was all he said.
Hank nodded at went back to Warrick.
"Are you ready?" he asked Brass.
"Yeah, but remember what I said," he warned.
Hank smiled and kneeled beside Warrick. He scooped his arms under his head and back and Brass grabbed his legs.
"You're going to first, I have a bullet-proof vest so he can't do much harm to me," Hank said and smiled.
As fast as they could Brass walked out of the bathroom with Hank. Warrick was in-between them so he could get hurt again.
There was a shot and Hank stumbled.
"Shit!" he shouted and kept on walking.
"Are you hit!" Brass shouted at him.
"Keep on walking!" Hank shouted back and they safely reached the stairs. Downstairs, two paramedics were waiting for them. Hank and Brass put Warrick on the stretcher and the paramedics started to get him out of there.
Brass looked at Hank. He wanted to say something when Hank collapsed to the floor.
Brass was immediately at his side and was looking for a shot wound. He found one just above his bullet-proof vest. The bullet had gazed his neck and her was bleeding heavily.
"We need paramedics here," Brass shouted and looked at Hank. "You're going to be alright," he said.
Three paramedics from another ambulance ran into the house. As quickly as they could they lifted Hank on the stretcher and got him out of there. One of the paramedics pressed a bandage to his wound and prayed that his friend would live.
Brass ran outside and was looking for Nick and Catherine. Brass spotted O'Riley at his vehicle. Brass ran towards him.
"Jim! Are you ok!" O'Riley shouted.
"Yeah I'm fine. Are Nick and Catherine already here?" he asked him.
"No, I gave them a call, but I haven't seen them yet," he said to him.
"How's Warrick?" O'Riley looked at him. He could see that it was good news that he had to say.
"Bad, really bad. That SOB shot him in his chest just above his heart. He lost a lot of blood and they don't know if he's going to make it."
"Jeez," O'Riley muttered.
"And now Hank," Brass breathed out heavily.
"What is it?" O'Riley looked at him in disbelieve.
"He got shot in his neck. It's bad really bad," Brass sat down on the curb and took his head in his hands.
"What about Grissom?" O'Riley sat next to him and looked at him.
"Hank stitched him up, a bullet had gazed his shoulder but he was bleeding like hell. But he's going to live," he looked up and saw Nick and Catherine running towards them.
"What happened?" Nick demanded some answers.
"Hostage situation," O'Riley explained.
"Brass are you ok, you have blood all over you," Catherine grabbed his hands.
"I'm fine," he responded.
"Brass who's blood is it?" Catherine softly squeezed his hands.
Brass looked up and looked at Catherine and Nick.
"Warrick's and Hank's," he said and suddenly his hands began to shake.
"What!" Nick shouted.
"Warrick got shot at the scene by the perpetrator. When Sara said that he was still in the house Grissom drew his gun and when he heard something he pointed his gun at him but he was to late, he shot Grissom in his shoulder," he tried to explain it to them but it was hard.
"How does Hank fit in this picture?" Catherine looked at him.
"Hank was the only paramedic who hat the guts to come in the house and to help Grissom and Warrick," Brass was staring into nothing. "We had to get Warrick out of there because he was loosing to much blood, so me and Hank carried Warrick out of there. Hank was wearing a bullet-proof vest. The perpetrator fired and hit Hank in his neck. He kept on walking until Warrick was safe."
"Hank saved Warrick's life?" Catherine and Nick couldn't believe it.
TBC...
Disclaimers in chapter 1
Chapter 3.
Hank walked to Grissom and took a looked at his shoulder.
"It just gazed you skin, but it's bleeding like hell." Hank said and pressed a bandage on it.
Grissom gritted his teeth.
"Sorry," Hank apologised.
"It's ok," Grissom replied and looked at Warrick. "Is he going to make it?" he looked up and saw that Hanks face fell.
"If we don't get him out of here in 30 minutes, he will die. But I'm not going to let that happen," he said and removed the bandage again.
"I need to stitch that up," Hank said and reached for his kit. He gave Grissom a shot to sedate the wound and then he started to stitch him up. Five minutes later he was finished and pressed a new bandage on the wound.
"Do you need some medication for the pain," he asked him but Grissom declined.
"Help Warrick," was all he said.
Hank nodded at went back to Warrick.
"Are you ready?" he asked Brass.
"Yeah, but remember what I said," he warned.
Hank smiled and kneeled beside Warrick. He scooped his arms under his head and back and Brass grabbed his legs.
"You're going to first, I have a bullet-proof vest so he can't do much harm to me," Hank said and smiled.
As fast as they could Brass walked out of the bathroom with Hank. Warrick was in-between them so he could get hurt again.
There was a shot and Hank stumbled.
"Shit!" he shouted and kept on walking.
"Are you hit!" Brass shouted at him.
"Keep on walking!" Hank shouted back and they safely reached the stairs. Downstairs, two paramedics were waiting for them. Hank and Brass put Warrick on the stretcher and the paramedics started to get him out of there.
Brass looked at Hank. He wanted to say something when Hank collapsed to the floor.
Brass was immediately at his side and was looking for a shot wound. He found one just above his bullet-proof vest. The bullet had gazed his neck and her was bleeding heavily.
"We need paramedics here," Brass shouted and looked at Hank. "You're going to be alright," he said.
Three paramedics from another ambulance ran into the house. As quickly as they could they lifted Hank on the stretcher and got him out of there. One of the paramedics pressed a bandage to his wound and prayed that his friend would live.
Brass ran outside and was looking for Nick and Catherine. Brass spotted O'Riley at his vehicle. Brass ran towards him.
"Jim! Are you ok!" O'Riley shouted.
"Yeah I'm fine. Are Nick and Catherine already here?" he asked him.
"No, I gave them a call, but I haven't seen them yet," he said to him.
"How's Warrick?" O'Riley looked at him. He could see that it was good news that he had to say.
"Bad, really bad. That SOB shot him in his chest just above his heart. He lost a lot of blood and they don't know if he's going to make it."
"Jeez," O'Riley muttered.
"And now Hank," Brass breathed out heavily.
"What is it?" O'Riley looked at him in disbelieve.
"He got shot in his neck. It's bad really bad," Brass sat down on the curb and took his head in his hands.
"What about Grissom?" O'Riley sat next to him and looked at him.
"Hank stitched him up, a bullet had gazed his shoulder but he was bleeding like hell. But he's going to live," he looked up and saw Nick and Catherine running towards them.
"What happened?" Nick demanded some answers.
"Hostage situation," O'Riley explained.
"Brass are you ok, you have blood all over you," Catherine grabbed his hands.
"I'm fine," he responded.
"Brass who's blood is it?" Catherine softly squeezed his hands.
Brass looked up and looked at Catherine and Nick.
"Warrick's and Hank's," he said and suddenly his hands began to shake.
"What!" Nick shouted.
"Warrick got shot at the scene by the perpetrator. When Sara said that he was still in the house Grissom drew his gun and when he heard something he pointed his gun at him but he was to late, he shot Grissom in his shoulder," he tried to explain it to them but it was hard.
"How does Hank fit in this picture?" Catherine looked at him.
"Hank was the only paramedic who hat the guts to come in the house and to help Grissom and Warrick," Brass was staring into nothing. "We had to get Warrick out of there because he was loosing to much blood, so me and Hank carried Warrick out of there. Hank was wearing a bullet-proof vest. The perpetrator fired and hit Hank in his neck. He kept on walking until Warrick was safe."
"Hank saved Warrick's life?" Catherine and Nick couldn't believe it.
TBC...