A/N- CSI is not mine, the characters are not mine, this storyline is not
mine, but this chapter is. If there are any mistakes (I've just noticed a
few in the last chapter) then put them in your review, or email me (check
my profile- KrazyKid197)
CHAPTER 10.
As Nick and Greg had been running from Fred they had pushed by a police officer, who recognised immediately the signs of men who were afraid of losing something important, like their lives, and had used his mobile to call out a unit, and they had gone in the direction that the young men had gone.
Greg was vaguely aware of bright lights and shouting, but mainly he was just aware of the pain, and there was a lot of it. He tried to collect his thoughts together and move, but just as he tried to sit up, a hand pushed him back down gently.
"The ambulance is on its way, just stay still, ok?"
Greg lay back down on the ground, and tried to stop thinking about the pain in his back, he just hoped the bullet had hit anything vital. His vision was going dull at the edges, so he tried to concentrate on something to stop himself losing consciousness, he suddenly thought about Nick.
"Nick."
He recommenced his efforts to get up and find his coworker, but again was thwarted in his attempts.
"Your friend is OK, you just need to wait-"
Two ambulances arrived and the paramedics got out, headed down the alleyway to treat the two wounded men. As they approached him, Greg protested, and asked about Nick again, he didn't think he could keep conscious much longer. After being assured that Nick was OK, he finally allowed his body to slip into darkness.
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While this had been going on, Brass had picked up the conversation on the police radio, and the nightshift CSI team (minus Nick and Greg) had driven to Desert Palms hospital, arriving a few minutes after their wounded team mates, and were now in the waiting area, waiting for news on either Nick or Greg, as they only knew that both had been shot, and that, as far as they knew, both were alive. After an hour, a nurse approached them.
"Are you here about Nicholas Stokes and Gregory Sanders?"
"Yes, what is their current condition?"
"Nicholas took a bullet to the left shoulder, and has bruising on his head, neither wounds are serious, the bullet has been removed and he is in recovery, you will be able to see him soon."
The nurse paused to allow this new information to sink in, before continuing.
"For Gregory, the situation is more serious, the bullet was taken at close range, in the back. Fortunately, they don't think that he has hit anything vital, but they are still operating. He has lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid there's not much more I can tell you at this time."
The nurse watched the reactions of the group. They were all dumbfounded. Finally Grissom took charge, and asked.
"Nurse, can we see Nick now?"
"Yes, but I must warn you that, even though he will gain consciousness quickly, the effects of the anaesthetic, will still be in his system, and he may be disorientated or confused."
The nurse led the way to Nick's room. He was pale, and there was a bandage around his head, and his left arm was attached to a sling, and an IV was feeding into his right arm. The team gathered around his bedside.
Nick's face twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes. A look of confusion, quickly passed from his face, and he smiled at his team mates.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Numb."
He flexed the fingers on the hand with the IV.
"It's better than pain at least."
He gave a small laugh, and looked up at the CSIs.
"What's wrong? Where's Greg?"
There was a small silence between the group. Then Grissom spoke up.
"We don't know. He's still in surgery."
"Nick, what do you remember?"
Catherine asked.
"We were running, and came to a dead end. Fred backed us into a corner, and then he shot me. I don't remember anything after that. I must have hit my head."
He said fingering the bandage on his forehead.
"Do you know what happened? You said Greg was in surgery, what happened to him?"
"He took a bullet to the back, they think it missed all the vitals, but the surgery is more complex than what you went through."
Nick looked crestfallen.
"If only I'd-"
Catherine put her hand on Nick's shoulder.
"Stop right there Nick. You know as well as I do that you couldn't have done anything, you already took a bullet."
She spoke firmly, and Nick seemed to accept it, but still looked depressed but decided to change the subject.
"When can I go home?"
"The doctor wants to keep you a few hours longer, to make sure that you have no side effects."
The team talked for a while until a Doctor came in to check Nick's vitals. As they were all fine, Nick was released.
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The team were back to waiting for Greg, as Nick was being discharged, they were again approached by another nurse, who enquired to whether they knew a Gregory Sanders.
"Yes, we are his...co-workers. How is he?"
"Gregory is out of surgery, and will be fine."
The nurse smiled as the team all sighed with relief. With a slight feeling of déjà vu, Catherine asked.
"Can we see him?"
"Yes, but again, I must warn you that he may well be confused or disorientated."
The nurse led the group, this time including Nick, to Greg's room. Greg was lying still, looking very pale, with no visible bandages. The night shift team gathered around the bedside. Greg gave a small moan and shifted slightly in the bed. This obviously agitated his injury and his face distorted into a look of pain, Catherine laid a hand on his shoulder in concern. Greg flinched at the touch, so she pulled her hand away. Greg opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Sorry."
He mumbled quietly, his voice slightly raspy from lack of use.
"Where's Nick?"
He suddenly looked significantly more alert, and panicked. Nick quickly moved to Greg's side and took his hand.
"I'm here Greg."
Greg visibly relaxed, and smiled.
"Are you OK?"
He noticed the bandage round Nick's head and frowned.
"I'm fine, really, I'm fine. And you?"
"Stomach hurts, and I'm tired."
"Get some rest then."
Greg nodded and closed his eyes.
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A/N- So what do you think? Please review, or email me.
Sparky- Yay, Greg angst is always good.
Krazy- Trust you. This isn't mnie or yours, and you still turn up.
Sparky- Yup *nods happily* Wherever there's good Greg angst, I'll be.
Krazy- Mad mad mad. Oh well. *bounce*
CHAPTER 10.
As Nick and Greg had been running from Fred they had pushed by a police officer, who recognised immediately the signs of men who were afraid of losing something important, like their lives, and had used his mobile to call out a unit, and they had gone in the direction that the young men had gone.
Greg was vaguely aware of bright lights and shouting, but mainly he was just aware of the pain, and there was a lot of it. He tried to collect his thoughts together and move, but just as he tried to sit up, a hand pushed him back down gently.
"The ambulance is on its way, just stay still, ok?"
Greg lay back down on the ground, and tried to stop thinking about the pain in his back, he just hoped the bullet had hit anything vital. His vision was going dull at the edges, so he tried to concentrate on something to stop himself losing consciousness, he suddenly thought about Nick.
"Nick."
He recommenced his efforts to get up and find his coworker, but again was thwarted in his attempts.
"Your friend is OK, you just need to wait-"
Two ambulances arrived and the paramedics got out, headed down the alleyway to treat the two wounded men. As they approached him, Greg protested, and asked about Nick again, he didn't think he could keep conscious much longer. After being assured that Nick was OK, he finally allowed his body to slip into darkness.
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While this had been going on, Brass had picked up the conversation on the police radio, and the nightshift CSI team (minus Nick and Greg) had driven to Desert Palms hospital, arriving a few minutes after their wounded team mates, and were now in the waiting area, waiting for news on either Nick or Greg, as they only knew that both had been shot, and that, as far as they knew, both were alive. After an hour, a nurse approached them.
"Are you here about Nicholas Stokes and Gregory Sanders?"
"Yes, what is their current condition?"
"Nicholas took a bullet to the left shoulder, and has bruising on his head, neither wounds are serious, the bullet has been removed and he is in recovery, you will be able to see him soon."
The nurse paused to allow this new information to sink in, before continuing.
"For Gregory, the situation is more serious, the bullet was taken at close range, in the back. Fortunately, they don't think that he has hit anything vital, but they are still operating. He has lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid there's not much more I can tell you at this time."
The nurse watched the reactions of the group. They were all dumbfounded. Finally Grissom took charge, and asked.
"Nurse, can we see Nick now?"
"Yes, but I must warn you that, even though he will gain consciousness quickly, the effects of the anaesthetic, will still be in his system, and he may be disorientated or confused."
The nurse led the way to Nick's room. He was pale, and there was a bandage around his head, and his left arm was attached to a sling, and an IV was feeding into his right arm. The team gathered around his bedside.
Nick's face twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes. A look of confusion, quickly passed from his face, and he smiled at his team mates.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Numb."
He flexed the fingers on the hand with the IV.
"It's better than pain at least."
He gave a small laugh, and looked up at the CSIs.
"What's wrong? Where's Greg?"
There was a small silence between the group. Then Grissom spoke up.
"We don't know. He's still in surgery."
"Nick, what do you remember?"
Catherine asked.
"We were running, and came to a dead end. Fred backed us into a corner, and then he shot me. I don't remember anything after that. I must have hit my head."
He said fingering the bandage on his forehead.
"Do you know what happened? You said Greg was in surgery, what happened to him?"
"He took a bullet to the back, they think it missed all the vitals, but the surgery is more complex than what you went through."
Nick looked crestfallen.
"If only I'd-"
Catherine put her hand on Nick's shoulder.
"Stop right there Nick. You know as well as I do that you couldn't have done anything, you already took a bullet."
She spoke firmly, and Nick seemed to accept it, but still looked depressed but decided to change the subject.
"When can I go home?"
"The doctor wants to keep you a few hours longer, to make sure that you have no side effects."
The team talked for a while until a Doctor came in to check Nick's vitals. As they were all fine, Nick was released.
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The team were back to waiting for Greg, as Nick was being discharged, they were again approached by another nurse, who enquired to whether they knew a Gregory Sanders.
"Yes, we are his...co-workers. How is he?"
"Gregory is out of surgery, and will be fine."
The nurse smiled as the team all sighed with relief. With a slight feeling of déjà vu, Catherine asked.
"Can we see him?"
"Yes, but again, I must warn you that he may well be confused or disorientated."
The nurse led the group, this time including Nick, to Greg's room. Greg was lying still, looking very pale, with no visible bandages. The night shift team gathered around the bedside. Greg gave a small moan and shifted slightly in the bed. This obviously agitated his injury and his face distorted into a look of pain, Catherine laid a hand on his shoulder in concern. Greg flinched at the touch, so she pulled her hand away. Greg opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"Sorry."
He mumbled quietly, his voice slightly raspy from lack of use.
"Where's Nick?"
He suddenly looked significantly more alert, and panicked. Nick quickly moved to Greg's side and took his hand.
"I'm here Greg."
Greg visibly relaxed, and smiled.
"Are you OK?"
He noticed the bandage round Nick's head and frowned.
"I'm fine, really, I'm fine. And you?"
"Stomach hurts, and I'm tired."
"Get some rest then."
Greg nodded and closed his eyes.
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A/N- So what do you think? Please review, or email me.
Sparky- Yay, Greg angst is always good.
Krazy- Trust you. This isn't mnie or yours, and you still turn up.
Sparky- Yup *nods happily* Wherever there's good Greg angst, I'll be.
Krazy- Mad mad mad. Oh well. *bounce*
