Title: One of the Family 4/?
Rating: PG-13
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A/N: Just a note to say the rating has changed from PG to PG-13 for this chapter and all future ones. Thank you.
Chapter Four
Grissom and Catherine were half way through dinner when Catherine began to feel uneasy. It was a few minutes later when both Grissom's and Catherine's pagers went off. It was Brass and his message was simple, 911 emergency at the lab. They quickly paid for their meal and left the restaurant. On their way to Catherine's house to pick up Evelyn, it had been decided that Greg would stay to look after Lindsey, she turned on the radio.
And again recapping the headlines. There has been a shooting at Las Vegas Crime Lab. Although there have been no official statements made it is rumored that so far that there is 7 fatalities. According to witness reports 5 gunmen entered the building and gunned down over a dozen people. More information as it comes here on LV 92.2
Catherine reached out a hand and switched off the radio. The feeling of unease growing in the pit of her stomach. Sara, Nick and Warrick were all at the lab. She and Sara weren't close. You couldn't really even call them friends, they were more like acquaintances. But if anything had happened to any of them it would affect the whole team. They pulled up in front of the house, Catherine felt panic rising. It was in complete darkness. She jumped from the car and ran up the path closely followed by Grissom. She fumbled with her house key and threw open the door. There was no one there. She walked through the house opening every door checking all the rooms in the vane hope that it was a dream but it was when she reached the kitchen and saw the note written in the untidy scrawl she recognized as the writing of Greg that made every thing so real. She read it over and over trying to accept what the words were saying, To Catherine and Grissom. We've been called to the lab and have taken Lindsey with us. See you there. From Evelyn, Greg and Lindsey. Lindsey, her baby was at the lab were there was a shooting. The voice of the newsreader echoed in her mind, although there have been no official statements made it is rumored that so far that there is 7 fatalities. She dropped the note as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Grissom ran into the kitchen.
"Where are they?" he questioned her.
"At the lab. My baby's at the lab!" she practically screamed at him
"What!" Grissom responded, all trace of colour draining from his face.
"Don't just stand there!" Catherine snapped at him regaining her composure, "We need to get to the lab"
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"There's a kid in there! A little kid," One of the stunned lab tecs told a police officer. Immediately Brass was alert. Only one kid was ever seen at the lab, he approached the lab tec. "A blonde kid, about this tall?" he asked using his hand to show approximately Lindsey's height.
"Yeah! That's her" the lab tec exclaimed
"Shit!" Brass said and walked over to a paramedic, "There's a little girl in there. Blonde hair. About 8 years old. She is one of you top priorities. That and getting all seriously injured people out. I'm sending some of my guys in to find her so be ready for her when she comes out."
With that Brass left motioning for 2 officers to follow him. When he entered the building he was immediately struck by the mess. Glass, blood and water were everywhere and the DNA lab was once again smoldering. It was further up the corridor, towards the locker room, that he saw the sight that really shocked him to the core. Lying in a pool of blood were Evelyn and Warrick. Further up the corridor in the layout room was Sara and Nick. Still he thought, no sight of Lindsey or Greg. Maybe the two of them had got out safely. He bent down to the body of Warrick and felt for a pulse. It was there. Weak and thready but still very much there. He hailed a paramedic to tend to Warrick, and it was then he saw a hand poking out from underneath Evelyn. "Lindsey!" he thought silently to himself. He bent down and moved Evelyn off the little girl. "Lindsey!" he said urgently as he rolled her over. The little girl was a mess. Her normally blonde hair was matted in dry and drying blood. The baby blue top she was wearing was covered in bloodstains and there a visible wound on her leg. He gently picked Lindsey up in his arms and made his way to the exit and was immediately met by a group of reporters and paramedics.
"Sir. What is such a young girl doing at a crime lab?"
"What could have been done to prevent the shooting?"
Were some of the many questions fired at him as he made his way to the nearest ambulance. He was immediately surrounded by paramedics who began to stabilize Lindsey for transportation. He stepped back to allow them to do their work and spoke to 2 of the paramedics who were hovering away from the action. "There are still 3 seriously injured people inside!" Brass told them urgently. They nodded and took 3 stretchers inside accompanied by another paramedic and 2 police officers who had gone in with Brass and knew where to find the rest of Grissom's team. The stretcher bearing Warrick had just appeared from the building and a familiar SUV pulled into the parking lot.
In the back of the ambulance Lindsey began shaking, her limbs moving uncontrollably.
"She's having a seizure!" One of the paramedics yelled and once again people surrounded Lindsey, giving her the appropriate medications to stop the fit.
Brass decided to make himself scarce and was just going to enter the building, when a familiar voice called him.
"Brass!" Catherine Willows voice yelled across the parking lot
"Catherine," Brass replied
"What happened? Whose blood is that?" she asked him slightly distracted
"Its um…well," he said unable to think of how to phrase the words
"Cut the crap Brass. Where's my baby. Lindsey, is she ok?"
Before Brass could answer the crowd that had gathered outside the building were pushed aside as stretchers carrying people he knew all to well.
"Oh my god," Catherine breathed as she watched half of the grave shift team being loaded into waiting ambulances.
"Where are Warrick, Greg and Lindsey?" Grissom asked more urgently, shocked after seeing his niece and 2 of his team injured. He hoped against hope that they were ok.
"Warrick's on his way to Desert Palm. I haven't seen Greg but I'm told he's fine. Cuts and bruises. And Lindsey…" he said trailing into silence and glancing at the ambulance which Lindsey was in. Catherine followed his gaze to the ambulance and at that moment the paramedics moved back and made to close the doors of the ambulance. She saw her little girl, covered in blood.
"Lindsey!" she screamed running towards the ambulance.
Grissom stood apparently glued to the spot where he was standing.
"What the hell happened Brass?" Grissom said turning to confront the detective, "How the hell did gunmen get inside the lab? Who was their target?"
Brass cleared his throat unable to think of a way to tell Grissom the information so he said it simply, "Five gunmen entered the building and began shooting. They were dressed as police officers and their target was," he paused, " you and your team."