A/N: Sorry about my long hiatus. I've been SO busy! But dance team is over
on Saturday, officially, so... Yay! Sort of. I will still have work, but... I
should have more time to update. Anyway, this is almost the last chapter.
Again, I tried to duplicate some of Nigel's mannerisms, (like the
stuttering) but I don't know how that worked. Enjoy anyway!
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Nick struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists. Seconds later, Nigel walked in, followed by Celeste, bound with the same type of rope Nigel had used on Nick. Though Nigel looked calm, almost serene, Celeste looked frightened and anxious. Nick took a deep breath, if Nigel had hurt Celeste in any way, there would be hell to pay. He'd make sure of that, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Let her go!" Nick said finally. He still tried to untie the ropes behind him, but as discreetly as possible. "You have what you want. Me."
"W-Wrong again! You're a-always w-w-wrong! I don't just want you, Nicky, I want you to suffer," Nigel smiled sadistically.
"Come on, Nigel, let's settle this like adults. Let her go and we can work it out," Nick pleaded.
Nigel smiled mischievously. "See, I've b-been watching you and I-I know. See, I realized I don't have to kill you, in fact, that would take the fun out of all this." Nigel pushed Celeste to the ground.
"Who's having fun?" she snapped trying to sit up. Not an easy task without the use of her arms. Nick seethed as he watched Nigel's sadistic smile return.
Meanwhile, Catherine watched as Nigel pulled a gun from his pocket. A Smith and Wesson, she noted. Nigel looked at the gun closely before walking over to Nick and pointed the barrel at his temple. "See, killing you would be easy. Too easy. And it would be quick. Not slow and painful like you deserve." Nick took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He had a bad idea where this was headed.
Catherine also tried to calm herself. Damn her body's fight or flight response; the added adrenaline just made her more anxious. She positioned herself, her gun ready, just in case. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, she'd been up against the review board more times than necessary, however she was willing to do anything to protect the younger CSI.
Nigel walked over to Celeste and knelt down. He gently caressed her cheek. She turned violently away from him. While she wasn't looking, Nigel shoved the gun to the back of her head. "What do you think, Nicky? See, I figured out a while ago, the way to hurt you, is to hurt the people closest to you. See, then you get to think about them every day. And how you were helpless to save them. That's a better torture than anything else I can think of. Am I right?" he asked.
Nick, though angry, was determined not to show it. Seconds later, Nigel clicked the safety. Celeste let out a loud sob. Catherine got closer for a better aim.
"Or, even better," Nigel stood up and got closer to Nick, "How about if you were the one to pull the trigger?" Nick's eyes widened, if Nigel untied the ropes... "That wouldn't be a good idea," Nigel said, as if he could read Nick's mind. "I guess I'll just have to it."
Catherine took a deep breath and fired her gun at the same time Nigel did. She and Nick watched as both bullets hit the intended targets just moments apart. Nick heard sirens in the distance. Catherine walked over to Nigel, kicked his gun away and checked for a pulse. She turned to Nick and shook her head before making her way over to the girl. She sighed with relief at the fact that Nigel had horrible aim.
"She's okay," Catherine said turning to Nick.
"Thank God," he sighed with relief as he watched Catherine tend to his sister.
"You'll be okay," Catherine promised, as she carefully tried to comfort Celeste. Brass, along with two other uniformed officers broke down the front door. He untied Nick and they watched as Celeste was loaded into an ambulance, while Nigel was loaded into the morgue's van.
Catherine embraced the male CSI, "It's okay, Nick. Everything's going to be okay."
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A/N: Only one chapter to go! I'll update soon, I promise!
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Nick struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists. Seconds later, Nigel walked in, followed by Celeste, bound with the same type of rope Nigel had used on Nick. Though Nigel looked calm, almost serene, Celeste looked frightened and anxious. Nick took a deep breath, if Nigel had hurt Celeste in any way, there would be hell to pay. He'd make sure of that, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
"Let her go!" Nick said finally. He still tried to untie the ropes behind him, but as discreetly as possible. "You have what you want. Me."
"W-Wrong again! You're a-always w-w-wrong! I don't just want you, Nicky, I want you to suffer," Nigel smiled sadistically.
"Come on, Nigel, let's settle this like adults. Let her go and we can work it out," Nick pleaded.
Nigel smiled mischievously. "See, I've b-been watching you and I-I know. See, I realized I don't have to kill you, in fact, that would take the fun out of all this." Nigel pushed Celeste to the ground.
"Who's having fun?" she snapped trying to sit up. Not an easy task without the use of her arms. Nick seethed as he watched Nigel's sadistic smile return.
Meanwhile, Catherine watched as Nigel pulled a gun from his pocket. A Smith and Wesson, she noted. Nigel looked at the gun closely before walking over to Nick and pointed the barrel at his temple. "See, killing you would be easy. Too easy. And it would be quick. Not slow and painful like you deserve." Nick took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He had a bad idea where this was headed.
Catherine also tried to calm herself. Damn her body's fight or flight response; the added adrenaline just made her more anxious. She positioned herself, her gun ready, just in case. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, she'd been up against the review board more times than necessary, however she was willing to do anything to protect the younger CSI.
Nigel walked over to Celeste and knelt down. He gently caressed her cheek. She turned violently away from him. While she wasn't looking, Nigel shoved the gun to the back of her head. "What do you think, Nicky? See, I figured out a while ago, the way to hurt you, is to hurt the people closest to you. See, then you get to think about them every day. And how you were helpless to save them. That's a better torture than anything else I can think of. Am I right?" he asked.
Nick, though angry, was determined not to show it. Seconds later, Nigel clicked the safety. Celeste let out a loud sob. Catherine got closer for a better aim.
"Or, even better," Nigel stood up and got closer to Nick, "How about if you were the one to pull the trigger?" Nick's eyes widened, if Nigel untied the ropes... "That wouldn't be a good idea," Nigel said, as if he could read Nick's mind. "I guess I'll just have to it."
Catherine took a deep breath and fired her gun at the same time Nigel did. She and Nick watched as both bullets hit the intended targets just moments apart. Nick heard sirens in the distance. Catherine walked over to Nigel, kicked his gun away and checked for a pulse. She turned to Nick and shook her head before making her way over to the girl. She sighed with relief at the fact that Nigel had horrible aim.
"She's okay," Catherine said turning to Nick.
"Thank God," he sighed with relief as he watched Catherine tend to his sister.
"You'll be okay," Catherine promised, as she carefully tried to comfort Celeste. Brass, along with two other uniformed officers broke down the front door. He untied Nick and they watched as Celeste was loaded into an ambulance, while Nigel was loaded into the morgue's van.
Catherine embraced the male CSI, "It's okay, Nick. Everything's going to be okay."
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A/N: Only one chapter to go! I'll update soon, I promise!
