~~~ Ok, my very first CSI fic and of course I will make dear Greg
the main character. Let's skip the formality everyone knows about
this not belonging to me and blah, blah, blah. Hope you'll enjoy
and I'll try not to be too nasty. ~~~
The hospital is as busy as ever, doctors flocking back and forth. A young man and a young woman dressed in long whit coats step out of the elevator, exchange a few words and then separate.
The young woman manipulates a penlight between her fingers as she draws nearer to the bio-chemistry lab, which is full of people, both students and doctors.
When she is a mere few feet away from the door a powerful explosion from inside the lab shake the hospital and sends her with a lot of glass smack into the opposite wall.
The woman looks up to find the lab in flames before her brain finally signs off and engulfs her in darkness.
***
Greg yawned and lay down the piece of paper he had been studying, the toxicology report Nick had gotten his pants up in a bunch over. Well, here it was, but where was he?
He managed to stifle the next one. It had been late last night, and active to say the least. He had been with a British stewardess who was going to be stationed in Portugal for a while and needed a diversion. Well, he had provided a diversion, that's for sure.
"Yo, Greg! You have the-"
Greg scooped up the piece of paper and all but showed it down Greg's throat. "Window wash."
"Beg pardon?" said Nick as he started studying it.
"The chemicals used are chemicals found in window wash."
Nick looked up from the piece of paper. "What? No wisecracks? No 20 questions?"
"Nah." Greg turned his back on him.
Grissom suddenly stuck his head in. "Nick, I need you to come with me to the hospital."
Both Greg and Nick turned around.
"I can't I'm in the middle of catching this guy."
"Close?"
"Very."
"Good, put it aside and come with me, I need all hands I can get. The bio-chemistry lab blew up."
Only Grissom saw all the blood that was drained from Greg's face.
With a sigh Nick lay the piece of paper down and made to leave.
"Grissom" said Greg with a voice that didn't belong to him. "A woman called Savannah Turner works in that lab. Can you make her call me?"
Grissom nodded.
***
"It's a complete mess here" said Brass as Grissom approached him. "It's a true miracle only one person died."
"Yeah, a real blast" muttered Nick.
"Where are the people assigned to the lab?" asked Grissom.
"One is in a hospital bed upstairs, the other one is waiting for the coroner to pick her up."
"Savannah Turner...?"
Jim stared at him for a long time. Then he slowly raised a finger towards a stretcher with a person hidden under a white sheet.
"Oh, God" muttered Nick.
Grissom released a deep sigh.
"You knew her?" asked Jim.
Grissom shook his head. "No, but now I have to tell a lab technician on needles that someone he cares for has been blown up."
Sara walked up to them.
"The lab was packed with students and doctors when it blew up. Most of them have a few scratches and bruises, no big deal, a Peter Jessup, lab technician is upstairs, condition critical, but stabile. This is a mess." Brass walked away.
Grissom on the other hand did not look forward to the talk he had to have with Greg.
***
Greg had been waiting for that call for over two hours and nearly jumped out of his skin when Grissom entered the lab. "How is her condition? Was she there? Please tell me she had the day off."
"What relationship did you have to this woman?" asked Grissom softly.
"No" said Greg in a barely audible voice and turned his back on his boss. "Nothing short of a best friend" said Greg. "A true soul mate. Tell me she is ok" he added in a shaking, almost pleading voice.
"Greg, I'm..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid your friend died in that blast."
*
Nick couldn't stop himself as he walked past the lab. He stopped up and looked in on the two in there. That was the first time he had seen Greg cry.
His friend then tried to push past Grissom, but the other one managed to keep him in place.
Nick shook his head before he continued.
*
"I want to see her" said Greg and tried to push past Grissom again, to hell with keeping a straight face and keep from crying. This man, his boss, claimed he had lost his best friend. He just wanted to be sure.
"I don't think that's a good idea, you won't like what you see."
"I just want to be sure." He locked eyes with Grissom.
Finally the older man gave in, knowing Greg needed closure. "Ok."
***
Greg lifted the white sheet and looked at the almost completely scorched woman underneath. "Dear God" he said with a shaking voice. The tears pressed on again.
"We found this on her" said Grissom and handed him a bagged wallet.
In spite of his feelings Greg put on some gloves and picked up the wallet, opened it and checked the money before he flipped through the credit cards and then the pictures. He stopped when he saw a picture of himself and her. With his thumb he caressed her beautiful face and her long copper hair.
Robbins and Grissom exchanged glances, their feelings with the young man.
"You can take the photo with you" said Grissom. He had no idea what to say that could possibly make Greg feel any better.
"If it's any comfort she died almost momentarily. She was dead when the flames took her."
Greg didn't hear the medical examiner. His entire focus was on the photograph. He brushed away the ashes from the burned edges and continued to caress the photo.
"I think you should take a couple of days off" said Grissom.
"Yes" said Greg finally.
~~~ More tears coming up. ~~~
The hospital is as busy as ever, doctors flocking back and forth. A young man and a young woman dressed in long whit coats step out of the elevator, exchange a few words and then separate.
The young woman manipulates a penlight between her fingers as she draws nearer to the bio-chemistry lab, which is full of people, both students and doctors.
When she is a mere few feet away from the door a powerful explosion from inside the lab shake the hospital and sends her with a lot of glass smack into the opposite wall.
The woman looks up to find the lab in flames before her brain finally signs off and engulfs her in darkness.
***
Greg yawned and lay down the piece of paper he had been studying, the toxicology report Nick had gotten his pants up in a bunch over. Well, here it was, but where was he?
He managed to stifle the next one. It had been late last night, and active to say the least. He had been with a British stewardess who was going to be stationed in Portugal for a while and needed a diversion. Well, he had provided a diversion, that's for sure.
"Yo, Greg! You have the-"
Greg scooped up the piece of paper and all but showed it down Greg's throat. "Window wash."
"Beg pardon?" said Nick as he started studying it.
"The chemicals used are chemicals found in window wash."
Nick looked up from the piece of paper. "What? No wisecracks? No 20 questions?"
"Nah." Greg turned his back on him.
Grissom suddenly stuck his head in. "Nick, I need you to come with me to the hospital."
Both Greg and Nick turned around.
"I can't I'm in the middle of catching this guy."
"Close?"
"Very."
"Good, put it aside and come with me, I need all hands I can get. The bio-chemistry lab blew up."
Only Grissom saw all the blood that was drained from Greg's face.
With a sigh Nick lay the piece of paper down and made to leave.
"Grissom" said Greg with a voice that didn't belong to him. "A woman called Savannah Turner works in that lab. Can you make her call me?"
Grissom nodded.
***
"It's a complete mess here" said Brass as Grissom approached him. "It's a true miracle only one person died."
"Yeah, a real blast" muttered Nick.
"Where are the people assigned to the lab?" asked Grissom.
"One is in a hospital bed upstairs, the other one is waiting for the coroner to pick her up."
"Savannah Turner...?"
Jim stared at him for a long time. Then he slowly raised a finger towards a stretcher with a person hidden under a white sheet.
"Oh, God" muttered Nick.
Grissom released a deep sigh.
"You knew her?" asked Jim.
Grissom shook his head. "No, but now I have to tell a lab technician on needles that someone he cares for has been blown up."
Sara walked up to them.
"The lab was packed with students and doctors when it blew up. Most of them have a few scratches and bruises, no big deal, a Peter Jessup, lab technician is upstairs, condition critical, but stabile. This is a mess." Brass walked away.
Grissom on the other hand did not look forward to the talk he had to have with Greg.
***
Greg had been waiting for that call for over two hours and nearly jumped out of his skin when Grissom entered the lab. "How is her condition? Was she there? Please tell me she had the day off."
"What relationship did you have to this woman?" asked Grissom softly.
"No" said Greg in a barely audible voice and turned his back on his boss. "Nothing short of a best friend" said Greg. "A true soul mate. Tell me she is ok" he added in a shaking, almost pleading voice.
"Greg, I'm..." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid your friend died in that blast."
*
Nick couldn't stop himself as he walked past the lab. He stopped up and looked in on the two in there. That was the first time he had seen Greg cry.
His friend then tried to push past Grissom, but the other one managed to keep him in place.
Nick shook his head before he continued.
*
"I want to see her" said Greg and tried to push past Grissom again, to hell with keeping a straight face and keep from crying. This man, his boss, claimed he had lost his best friend. He just wanted to be sure.
"I don't think that's a good idea, you won't like what you see."
"I just want to be sure." He locked eyes with Grissom.
Finally the older man gave in, knowing Greg needed closure. "Ok."
***
Greg lifted the white sheet and looked at the almost completely scorched woman underneath. "Dear God" he said with a shaking voice. The tears pressed on again.
"We found this on her" said Grissom and handed him a bagged wallet.
In spite of his feelings Greg put on some gloves and picked up the wallet, opened it and checked the money before he flipped through the credit cards and then the pictures. He stopped when he saw a picture of himself and her. With his thumb he caressed her beautiful face and her long copper hair.
Robbins and Grissom exchanged glances, their feelings with the young man.
"You can take the photo with you" said Grissom. He had no idea what to say that could possibly make Greg feel any better.
"If it's any comfort she died almost momentarily. She was dead when the flames took her."
Greg didn't hear the medical examiner. His entire focus was on the photograph. He brushed away the ashes from the burned edges and continued to caress the photo.
"I think you should take a couple of days off" said Grissom.
"Yes" said Greg finally.
~~~ More tears coming up. ~~~