Chapter Two
Grissom looked at the clock; his shift ended in ten minutes. Looking back over a file he had read twice before with no success, he sighed. The phone rang and he picked it up willingly, grateful for the interruption.
"Gil? It's me"
Grissom recognised Jim Brass' voice immediately. The fact that his first name had been used made him sit up and pay attention, Brass rarely ever called him Gil.
"What is it?"
"It's Greg..."
Brass sighed.
"Greg?"
Gil prompted after a pause.
"He's currently under a pile of rubble that used to be his house."
Grissom stood up.
"I'm on my way."
He put the phone down, grabbed a coat and called out to Catherine and Sara. They both looked puzzled and Cathy said:
"Are we going to a crime scene? We only have ten minutes of our shift left- so have you..."
Grissom turned to face them.
"It's Greg- I'll explain in the car."
Cathy and Sara looked at each other in concern before following their boss.
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Greg opened his eyes wondering whether he'd gone to heaven or hell. When waves of pain flowed over his entire body he guessed hell. His life hadn't been that bad had it? Slowly he tried to open his eyes. He resisted the urge to cough, until he could no longer. All he could see was darkness. He could feel nothing but pain, and this terrified him. He thought he knew what he'd done to end up in hell. The very way he died had been his fault.
Greg was powerless to stop the pain, there was nothing he could do but endure it. Surrounded by darkness and with no company but his own mind, tears mixed with blood. He coughed again and heard movement above him. As more debris fell on top of him the surge of pain throughout his body was amplified to the point where he once more lost consciousness.
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As soon as he got out of the car Grissom walked up to Brass; Catherine and Sara in tow.
"What happened?"
Before Jim could answer, Cathy nodded towards an apartment building nearby.
"Gil, look."
Grissom looked at the small apartment building in amazement. Surrounded by shocked people and fire engines, the apartment was absolutely fine, except for one corner of it. That one corner simply wasn't there. Covered in dust and rubble, Grissom could actually see a poster on the wall, of what was once Greg's flat. He looked to Brass for answers.
"One of the other residents says she saw Greg come in, then a minute later his apartment blew up. They...they haven't found him yet..."
They stood, silently in shock. After a while Brass continued.
"My guess is door bomb, open the door and the bomb goes off."
Sara found her voice.
"But who would want to kill Greg?"
Grissom shook his head.
"At work he seemed...afraid of something...I just left it..."
Cathy touched his arm.
"Don't blame yourself, we all saw he was on edge. None of us had any idea that this was going to happen."
"His arm was hurt."
Sara blurted out. The others looked at her.
"I brushed by him and he winced in pain."
Before their pooling of information could go any further, they were interrupted by shouts.
"Over here- I've found him!"
The three of them ran over as far as they were allowed, they then flashed their badges and slipped under the tape.
Carefully the firemen freed Greg from the chaos surrounding him.
"We've got a faint pulse...and it's getting weaker..."
The three CSI's looked at their friend in horror. They were used to seeing all kind of horrific things as CSI's, but this was their friend. Somebody so vibrant, somebody so young, covered in blood. They could see the bone sticking out of his leg, and his shirt was in threads. Sara noted the bandage on his arm with deepening curiosity. As they loaded Greg into the ambulance, Grissom turned to them.
"I'm going with him. Call Nick and Warrick and tell them what happened, then get started on this crime scene, I want to know who did this."
He paused.
"Are you happy to work overtime?"
Sara and Cathy both nodded without hesitation, and watched as Grissom got into the front of the ambulance so as not to get in the way of the paramedics working furiously in the back.
As Sara called the others, Cathy looked at the crime scene in front of her and sighed.
TBC
Grissom looked at the clock; his shift ended in ten minutes. Looking back over a file he had read twice before with no success, he sighed. The phone rang and he picked it up willingly, grateful for the interruption.
"Gil? It's me"
Grissom recognised Jim Brass' voice immediately. The fact that his first name had been used made him sit up and pay attention, Brass rarely ever called him Gil.
"What is it?"
"It's Greg..."
Brass sighed.
"Greg?"
Gil prompted after a pause.
"He's currently under a pile of rubble that used to be his house."
Grissom stood up.
"I'm on my way."
He put the phone down, grabbed a coat and called out to Catherine and Sara. They both looked puzzled and Cathy said:
"Are we going to a crime scene? We only have ten minutes of our shift left- so have you..."
Grissom turned to face them.
"It's Greg- I'll explain in the car."
Cathy and Sara looked at each other in concern before following their boss.
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Greg opened his eyes wondering whether he'd gone to heaven or hell. When waves of pain flowed over his entire body he guessed hell. His life hadn't been that bad had it? Slowly he tried to open his eyes. He resisted the urge to cough, until he could no longer. All he could see was darkness. He could feel nothing but pain, and this terrified him. He thought he knew what he'd done to end up in hell. The very way he died had been his fault.
Greg was powerless to stop the pain, there was nothing he could do but endure it. Surrounded by darkness and with no company but his own mind, tears mixed with blood. He coughed again and heard movement above him. As more debris fell on top of him the surge of pain throughout his body was amplified to the point where he once more lost consciousness.
*********************************************************************
As soon as he got out of the car Grissom walked up to Brass; Catherine and Sara in tow.
"What happened?"
Before Jim could answer, Cathy nodded towards an apartment building nearby.
"Gil, look."
Grissom looked at the small apartment building in amazement. Surrounded by shocked people and fire engines, the apartment was absolutely fine, except for one corner of it. That one corner simply wasn't there. Covered in dust and rubble, Grissom could actually see a poster on the wall, of what was once Greg's flat. He looked to Brass for answers.
"One of the other residents says she saw Greg come in, then a minute later his apartment blew up. They...they haven't found him yet..."
They stood, silently in shock. After a while Brass continued.
"My guess is door bomb, open the door and the bomb goes off."
Sara found her voice.
"But who would want to kill Greg?"
Grissom shook his head.
"At work he seemed...afraid of something...I just left it..."
Cathy touched his arm.
"Don't blame yourself, we all saw he was on edge. None of us had any idea that this was going to happen."
"His arm was hurt."
Sara blurted out. The others looked at her.
"I brushed by him and he winced in pain."
Before their pooling of information could go any further, they were interrupted by shouts.
"Over here- I've found him!"
The three of them ran over as far as they were allowed, they then flashed their badges and slipped under the tape.
Carefully the firemen freed Greg from the chaos surrounding him.
"We've got a faint pulse...and it's getting weaker..."
The three CSI's looked at their friend in horror. They were used to seeing all kind of horrific things as CSI's, but this was their friend. Somebody so vibrant, somebody so young, covered in blood. They could see the bone sticking out of his leg, and his shirt was in threads. Sara noted the bandage on his arm with deepening curiosity. As they loaded Greg into the ambulance, Grissom turned to them.
"I'm going with him. Call Nick and Warrick and tell them what happened, then get started on this crime scene, I want to know who did this."
He paused.
"Are you happy to work overtime?"
Sara and Cathy both nodded without hesitation, and watched as Grissom got into the front of the ambulance so as not to get in the way of the paramedics working furiously in the back.
As Sara called the others, Cathy looked at the crime scene in front of her and sighed.
TBC
