Gil woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He heart jumped every
time it rang, expecting bad news from the hospital. He looked at the
caller ID and saw 'BRASS'.
"Hello Jim."
"We got him."
"Who?"
"Tyrone Sampson. PD are bringing him in now."
"I'll be right there."
Gil flew out of bed and got dressed calling Catherine to advise her of Tyrone's arrest.
By the time he arrived at the LVPD station Warrick, Sara, Greg and Catherine were already there. He entered the building and was surprised to see a number of police officers milling around the halls. Jim walked up to him. "He will be here any minute."
They all waited in silence. And then he was there. It was surreal. It was like a movie. Gil could have sworn they were walking in slow motion. The footage of Lee Harvey Oswald just before he was shot came to mind. A handcuffed man walked in the front door with two uniformed officers behind him. All the officers that had been milling around turned and looked. Gil realised why they were here. This man almost killed two CSI's. While not technically cops they were still members of the LVPD and both Nick and Warrick were popular among the uniformed officers. Gil couldn't remember a scene were Nick wasn't greeted by name by one of the police officers in attendance. "Hey Nick, how's it going?" or "Going to the baseball game this weekend Stokes?" or "Coming over to watch the game this week Nick?" In their eyes Tyrone Sampson was very close to being a 'cop killer', the worst criminal of all in the eyes of these police.
As Tyrone passed the CSI's he caught Grissom's eye. He smirked. Grissom could not believe the rage that flashed though him. He wanted to pummel this guy. Actually wanted to do physical harm to him. Payback for what he did to Nick. Grissom can't ever remember feeling that sort of rage before.
"What are you charging him with Jim?"
"Everything I can." Jim walked off to begin the interview with Tyrone Sampson.
The people in the hall dispersed and the CSI's returned to their lives, working and waiting for Nick to wake up.
Days stretched into weeks.
"Hello Jim."
"We got him."
"Who?"
"Tyrone Sampson. PD are bringing him in now."
"I'll be right there."
Gil flew out of bed and got dressed calling Catherine to advise her of Tyrone's arrest.
By the time he arrived at the LVPD station Warrick, Sara, Greg and Catherine were already there. He entered the building and was surprised to see a number of police officers milling around the halls. Jim walked up to him. "He will be here any minute."
They all waited in silence. And then he was there. It was surreal. It was like a movie. Gil could have sworn they were walking in slow motion. The footage of Lee Harvey Oswald just before he was shot came to mind. A handcuffed man walked in the front door with two uniformed officers behind him. All the officers that had been milling around turned and looked. Gil realised why they were here. This man almost killed two CSI's. While not technically cops they were still members of the LVPD and both Nick and Warrick were popular among the uniformed officers. Gil couldn't remember a scene were Nick wasn't greeted by name by one of the police officers in attendance. "Hey Nick, how's it going?" or "Going to the baseball game this weekend Stokes?" or "Coming over to watch the game this week Nick?" In their eyes Tyrone Sampson was very close to being a 'cop killer', the worst criminal of all in the eyes of these police.
As Tyrone passed the CSI's he caught Grissom's eye. He smirked. Grissom could not believe the rage that flashed though him. He wanted to pummel this guy. Actually wanted to do physical harm to him. Payback for what he did to Nick. Grissom can't ever remember feeling that sort of rage before.
"What are you charging him with Jim?"
"Everything I can." Jim walked off to begin the interview with Tyrone Sampson.
The people in the hall dispersed and the CSI's returned to their lives, working and waiting for Nick to wake up.
Days stretched into weeks.