Allrighty...chapter 3 alreay...very short chapters though..dammit. I've got to work on that..
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Disclaimer: Don't own these character, except for Kristi...but I'd like to own them...

Why do things like this always have to happen to me? Do I look like the ideal girl in distress? Am I just the perfect person to wave a gun at? Now I'm the one who begins to feel really ticked off.: "Allright little miss, just act like the nice girl you are and hand over your money". Even more frustrating! A simple robber..but with a gun. Perhaps he's the one we're looking for: "Give me one good reason why I should do that? You may be our only witness to what happened here tonight, if I gave you my money, you'd just run off and I'll never see you again" "Listen honey, if you don't give your money, I'll shoot you here and now, and nobody will ever see the likes of you again. Not living anyways" "And you will also take MY clothes of my body and dump them at the garbage?" Now the mans seems a bit irritated: "Don't get starting missy, I didn't kill the poor guy, someone beat me to it. He was dead when I arrived here" "Can you proof that?" The man gets angry: "You have a big mouth for someone who's about to die tonight!" Click. Again with the clicking, stop clicking, I don't like clicking in alleys. Especially when I'm in that specific alley. "Drop the gun" With a voice like velvet Nick starts talking in at the man with the gun. No, no, no, no..this is all wrong. Why does HE have to save me? Why couldn't it be Grissom..or Warrick...or the dead guy even?

Now I have to be thankful to the guy I don't want to be thankful to. Because he might think I'm starting to like him more than just professionally..which obvious isn't the case. Obvious..Ahem: "Hey you! Pay attention to the guy with the gun!" Oh man...Nick is starting to be a serious danger to my health. If I don't stop daydreaming about him I might get killed. "I'm only asking once: DROP THE GODDAMN GUN!" His voice isn't velvetty anymore. I think he's hanging around Warrick too much. The man with the gun doesn't like being compromised, he puts to gun to my head and starts pulling the trigger, tormenting slow: "Say bye bye to your little girlfriend" "Erhm...Nick? Please." Click...BWAHM!

Keeping my eyes tightly shut I'm trying not to show anyone how scared I am..because I'm not...honoustly. "Kristi..you okay?" Nick whispers softly. He touches my shoulder "...." stupid vocalchords...do your job! "I'm...uhm...fine." A single tear rolls over my cheek.Dammit, I'm a big girl, big girls aren't supposed to cry. Not wanting Nick to see that I'm sort of crying, I look down. Then I suddenly remember that I wasn't killed, even though I heard a shot. Down on the street I see a man, the gun that I was just looking at from a very close point of view is now lying next to the man: "Did you kill him?" Nick looks a bit angry as he looks at the man: "Unfortunately not, I shot him in the elbow. I guess he passed out or something, shall I call Brass to let some uniforms pick him up?" Weakly I try to smile: "Also call an ambulance while you're at it, looks like he's bleeding pretty bad" Nick makes an not yet identified sound: "Sure, I'll call them, but don't expect me to tell them they've got to hurry. He deserves to suffer a bit" Normally, I would protest against this kind of cruelty to animals, but I don't have the energy to object. Nick makes the phonecall on his cellphone, I'm just standing there, pretending that I don't notice him looking at me with a worried face. "No, she's fine... The guy? Still lying around, tell them to hurry up a bit. Kristi needs to go home right now, she's a bit shaken up.." "AM NOT!" "Yes, we'll wait until they've arrived, see ya Monday"Beep. End of phonecall. "Are too"he mutters. 

Gently he tries to lead me towards his car: "No, what are you doing? We can't leave now, we've got to wait until the police arrived" I'm struggling as he persists in forcing me to the car: "I will wait with that guy, he and I are going to have a little chat if he wakes up in time" oh jeez, he sure is a male isn't he? "Listen, I don't need you protecting me" escaping from his grip at my arm, I quickly return to the man who is still lying on the cold, wet stones. "You don't? So, what you're saying is that you wouldn't have minded if he did shoot you just then?" I'm not even answering that. Spreading my coat down on the floor, I sit down at it. Nick looks at me with a desperate look in his eyes, then he looks at the sky as pleading. He sighs and sits next to me: "You do know that you're a big pain in the butt don't you?" Hey..that wasn't nice! Glancing at him I answer: "Yeah, I know. Not doing it on purpose though" "Do you even realize that he almost really killed you? He was pulling the trigger when I shot him". How couldn't I know that? I was first rank, I saw it happen. Another tear rolls down my cheek, angrily I wiped it away. I'm no cry baby. This time Nick did see it. Then another tear falls down, and another one. Before I truly realize what's happening, I'm crying, my head pressed against Nicks'chest, his arms soothingly around me... We sit this way until the police arrives.