Sara awoke for the second time that night. Her first thought was that her feet were cold. Then she remembered the entire string of events that had put her in this bed. The room was a basic hospital set-up. A single bed, tv and bathroom, the room was painted a sterile hospital white. A cushioned chair sat next to the bed. Empty at the moment. Sara touched the edge of the seat and felt warmth. Guess somebody had come with her.
Sara looked out the window. The blinds were partially open and she could see the casino lights glowing through the hazy night sky. She actually felt okay. Not dizzy or anything. Better not try to get up in any case, she thought. She flipped through the channels on the television while waiting. She wasn't sure for what.
She stared at the screen for a few minutes when someone came in and started speaking. "Ms. Sidle? I see you're awake." Sara turned off the tv and turned to look at the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Marquez and I was hoping to talk to you." He said. He looked to be about thirty-ish years old with dark intelligent eyes and closely cut dark hair. Sara nodded and straightened up in the bed. "Okay. The sooner I get out of here the better, I should be at work."
The man pulled up the chair and sat next to her. "You won't be today at the very least, I'm sorry. But I'll try not to keep you long, your friend is waiting." Oh, Sara thought.Grissom probably. He flipped through his clipboard. "During you're examination I discovered a head injury just above the base of your neck, and prominent contusions to the lower fore-arms ."
He paused for a moment and looked at her intently. "You should have been to a doctor immediately after recieving these injuries. I'm mainly concerned about the head injury." Sara looked down, breaking the doctors gaze. "Bruising occured immediately after receiving that injury and left untreated, swelling occured approximately an hour later, putting pressure on main blood vessels to your brain causing lack of blood therefore oxygen to the brain." Cause and effect, Sara thought sarcastically.
Sara nodded, "So I got a concussion and passed out, can't you prescribe me something so I can leave? I have to go to work." He nodded, ignoring the comment about work. He handed her a piece of paper with untidy scrawl on it. "This is a prescription for an anti-inflammatory." Take it before you go to bed and when you get up the morning. Eight of hours of sleep minimum. I'd strongly suggest getting it filled immediately, please don't procrastinate on this. I'd hate to see you here again this week No driving."
"If you would like to tell me how you occured these injuries I could put you in contact with a police officer or counseller." Sara shook her head irritably, "Uh no thats okay, why would I need to see the police anyway?." The man studied her intently once again to Sara's irritation.
Dr Marquez shook his head resignedly. "Can I go now?" He shook his head again, "I would like you to stay here overnight for observation if that's quite alright with you." Sara shook her head. "No thank you Doctor, but uh thanks for the prescription. Uh where's my stuff?" The doctor pointed to a plastic bag on the chair. "Since you refuse to stay here, do yourself a favour and stay with a family member or friend." Sara glared at him. He threw
his hands in the air. "Suit yourself."
Sara left the hospital room after changing and quickly splashing cold water on her face. She felt fine now. Not at all like she'd just been unconscious hours before. Sara ran into somebody just as she reached the cafeteria floor.
"Warrick?" She said, surprised. Sara thought that someone else would have probably been here. "Sara." He replied. Sara looked up at his tall six three frame. He looked tired, and Sara remembered that he'd covered day shift for a friend. His hair was dishevelled and he held a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.
"Uh... why are you here?" Warrick blinked, "Oh," He said. "You don't remember." She shook her head. "Well, ah I was there when you passed out. The others were planning on coming after shift, but I didn't know you'd be leaving so soon. I was already off so I followed the ambulance." Sara nodded. "Thanks Warrick, how long have you been here?"
"As long as you have. About three hours." Sara's eyes widened. "You serious?" He nodded. "Are you leaving?" He asked. "Yeah." She replied. "Let me drive you home." Sara shook her head, she needed to be alone, to think things over. "That's fine Warrick. I'll just call a cab. Thanks though, for everything. Bye." Sara started walking away, leaving him standing there.
The urge to get home was too strong. For some reason she had the feeling that if she could just get home she'd be okay. Everything would be alright if she could just go home. Just crawl into her bed and sleep and when she got up everything would be okay.
He chucked his coffee into the garbage and jogged to catch up to her. "Sara what's going on?Everyone's worried bout you." She kept going. "Sara stop!" He said loudly, gently grabbing her arm to stop her. "OW!" Sara said loudly. When she turned to look at him her eyes were full of tears.
"Let go of my arm." Sara said furiously, her anger helping her to control her tears. . Couldn't he see that she wanted to be alone? Warrick gently raised the sleeve of her shirt. He winced in sympathy as he took in the hand print bruised into her skin. He looked up and met her angry watery brown eyes. "I've another to go with it."
"Who did this to you?" Sara glared at him, couldn't he see how confused and hurt she was? Couldn't he see that she just needed to be alone? Besides why the hell did he care so much. They weren't enemies but they weren't friends either. Suddenly she felt like she didn't need to be alone.
Sara felt like being held by someone who loved her. Cared about her. Knew her. "Let go of my arm!" She said loudly. A security guard glared at him suspiciously. He released her arm.
Sara walked out the front doors of the hospital. The cool night air felt good against her hot skin. She paused and looked around. God she needed to calm down. All sorts of traffic went by. Ambulances, cars and people. All with their common-place sounds. The sirens honks and voices strangley soothed her senses.
She pulled out her cellphone and paced as she flipped it open. She tried to dial the number to the Cab company but her fingers had started shaking. Stupid son of bitch Hank. All his fault. She fumbled the phone and it dropped to the pavement the batteries popping out as it made contact.
She felt hot tears spill suddenly down her cheeks. God this was so stupid. If she was going to cry why did it have to be here in front of everyone, about a stupid cell-phone. Sara stood there. Staring down at that stupid cell-phone. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Suddenly she felt arms around her. "It's okay." Said the familiar deep voice. She turned to face Warrick, concerned jade eyes on her teary brown ones. He pulled her into a hug.
She didn't resist. She just needed someone. Even Warrick, who she didn't know really when it came down to it.
Sara sobbed into his jacket, which smelled of aftershave and man. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said, not knowing what she was apologizing for.
"It's okay Sara. It's okay."He just held her until she was done. "I'll go get my car, you wait here."
The drive was quiet except for the rap music in that Sara's tired brain barely even registered. But it wasn't all that bad, the stuff. "Want to get something to eat?" Sara nodded. "McDonalds Warrick." He looked at her, "I thought you were vegetarian." Sara nodded, "I'll put a stop to that."
They stopped outside an apartment building. "This isn't my place." Sara said. "I know." Warrick replied. "Maybe we could watch a movie and then talk..." Sara's voice turned stoney. "Please take me home." "Sara... you passed out at work. I deserve to know. Once you got me involved you gave me the right to know."
Sara started to argue but then changed her mind. He was right. The second she brought her 'personal' life to work, her business was no longer her own. Besides... she needed to be close to somebody. Even Warrick.
"Okay." He'd expected more of a fight than that. "Okay Warrick, we'll talk. After a movie." They didn't watch a movie. They just talked, ate their food and talked. Well Sara did. Warrick just listened until she was finished. She told him everything, even some of the parts that she left out when she'd talked to Brass.
"You have to press charges." He said after she was done. Sara nodded and brushed tears away. "I was just so scared and felt so alone." Warrick handed her a box of tissues. "You are never alone Sar." She laughed bitterly. "But I am! My parents... never speak to them. My brother a criminal. And here I am talking to you, whom I don't really know."
Warrick looked at her seriously. "Don't say that." He leant in close to her and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His hand stopped on her cheek. Sara reached up and touched it. She looked into his beautiful eyes. He leant even closer to her. His lips looked so... and he smelled so good.
Warrick cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her softly, he couldn't help it. She looked so vunerable and she smelled like cinnamon, the lights from his living room reflected off her dark hair.
Sara kissed him back for a few seconds then stopped suddenly.
Sara pulled away from him, blushing. This was crazy. She. Well. She was needy and this was a bad idea. Warrick's eyes searched her own. She looked away. "Warrick, take me back to CSI. I need to speak with Brass."
Hank sat in a parked car across the street from Sara's apartment. Where the hell was she? Her shift ended an hour and a half ago. He had to do something. What if she told the cops?
He wasn't going to jail for her. Stupid woman. He had to. Sara'd left him no choice. She had to be dealt with. She crossed the line when she'd talked to Elaine. Hank had to do something, it was a matter of principle.
Hank woke with a start. The sun was in is eyes and the time on his watch read twelve forty five pm, he was furious with himself for sleeping so long. She still wasn't home. He decided to go to her. She'd be at work. Workaholic. He laughed bitterly. Guess it doesn't matter where he muttered to himself aloud.~
Warrick stopped the car outside the building. "Thanks for the ride, War." Sara said, eager to get out of the car. The ride had been slightly awkward. Warrick pulled his keys from the ignition and moved to get out of the car. "Don't." Warrick looked at her questioningly. "I'm going on my own."
"Okay." He answered. "I can just drive my car afterwards." He looked at her again, "Doctor say you could?" Sara didn't answer, which he took as a no. There was a long silence."Sara if I was out of line kissing you I'm sorry." Sara got out of the car, "I won't be long." She slammed the door.
Sara walked quickly through the hallway avoiding the curious scrutiny of people as she passed by the labs. She turned the corner and bumped into Greg who then made an Oomf! noise. "Sorry Greg!" He looked at her in suprise, discman headphones sliding off his ears. "Sara? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"Uh I'm fine." Sara said, irritated and touched by his concern at the same time. "I'm not working, I just came to pick something up and then I'm heading home." She blew by him, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone else in the hallway.
Sara paused outside Brass's office. She took two deep breaths and knocked. Brass
immediately opened the door. He was wearing a jacket and it looked like he'd been about to leave. "I catch you at a bad time?" She asked. "Actually I was just about to leave. But for you I'll make an exception. Take a seat."
Sara sat down in one of the two chairs that were in front of Brass' desk. Brass took his usual seat. "I'm pressing charges." She said quietly. "I'm glad." He said gruffly. "Pettigrew's unstable." He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper. "Just fill these out and your done."
He studied her as she filled out and signed parts of the forms. "Grissom and the others want to talk to you. They showed up at the hospital and were told that you'd taken off. Grissom wants to know what is going on."
Sara didn't look up. "Please don't tell Grissom I'm here. I'll come in to speak with him tomorrow. Please Brass?" That was if Greg didn't talk to Grissom. But he would. Damn it.
Brass pulled the photo of Hank off the printer and handed it to the receptionist. He was glad that Sara'd decided to press charges. He'd faxed this picture to every precinct in LV. Someone would bring Mr.Pettigrew in.
20 minutes later. Karen, the receptionist, tacked the photo and wanted information sheet of Hank Pettigrew onto the bulletin board. A shadow fell over her. She turned and didn't even have time to scream.
Hank stuck his stun gun into his coat pocket. He picked up the short woman and dragged her behind her desk. Hank made his way down the corridor, acting as if he belonged. In a way. He did. He saw a security guard and casually turned into the nearest doorway.
A young spikey haired lab technician looked up at him, hands full of test tubes. Headphones dangled onto his chest and he awkwardly set the items back onto the table. Damn, he'd hoped there wouldn't be anyone in here. For their sake.
"Uh you shouldn't be in here sir. You don't have a visitors badge."
Hank smiled at him, "I know and I'm sorry. I'm just looking for my girlfriend Sara Sidle?" Greg shook his head, studying the man suspiciously. "What I don't get," He said cautiously. "Is how you got in here on the first place." Hank smiled, trying to seem harmless. He casually stepped closer to the lab rat. Greg jumped to his feet. "Just help me out man."
Greg suddenly realized that Hank was standing between him and the door. Greg opened his mouth to yell for security. That was when Hank made his move. He clamped a hand over the kids mouth.
Hank pulled him close so the kid's back was to his own body. One hand was covering his mouth and the other grappled for his arms. He'd almost gained complete control when the kid lashed out and nearly knock over a glass tube.
Greg was panicking and struggling for dear life. He tried to yell through the other man's hand but all that came out were muffled urgent cries for help that no one heard. He breathed hard through his nose. Enraged by the resistance Hank pushed Greg onto the floor roughly.
Hank took hold of the kids throat with both hands and pressed down with all his weight. He sat on the tech's chest to hold his torso still. Immediately Greg's hands tried to fight off Hanks grip, clawing at his arms. Greg made feeble wheezing attempts to breathe through the tight grip on his neck.
Hank lifted the kids head off the ground slightly and whacked it against the ground. Hard. It made a sick thud. Greg stared up at Hank, dazed and fighting for air. Hank watched him with sick pleasure. The kids hands clawing at his arms, the dark brown eyes blinking rapidly and staring up right into his own. The tech's eyes pleaded for him to stop.
Yeah it was good. This was how he'd do Sara. Hank briefly considered using the stun gun, but decided that this was way more fun and just as effective. Hank pressed down harder and finally felt the grip on his arm weakening.
As a paramedic, Hank had learned that it took approximately forty seconds without oxygen to render a victim unconscious. Another two minutes without oxygen to the brain and they were dead. The kid was fading.
Finally he went limp and the brown eyes closed. Hank frowned at his unconscious form. "Sorry kid, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Hank continued to keep the pressure on.
The tech had gotten a good look at his face. Should he kill him? No... There wasn't enough time, and he'd already be on the security cameras. Next on his list... Sara Sidle, and whoever else got in his way.
Sara looked out the window. The blinds were partially open and she could see the casino lights glowing through the hazy night sky. She actually felt okay. Not dizzy or anything. Better not try to get up in any case, she thought. She flipped through the channels on the television while waiting. She wasn't sure for what.
She stared at the screen for a few minutes when someone came in and started speaking. "Ms. Sidle? I see you're awake." Sara turned off the tv and turned to look at the doctor.
"I'm Doctor Marquez and I was hoping to talk to you." He said. He looked to be about thirty-ish years old with dark intelligent eyes and closely cut dark hair. Sara nodded and straightened up in the bed. "Okay. The sooner I get out of here the better, I should be at work."
The man pulled up the chair and sat next to her. "You won't be today at the very least, I'm sorry. But I'll try not to keep you long, your friend is waiting." Oh, Sara thought.Grissom probably. He flipped through his clipboard. "During you're examination I discovered a head injury just above the base of your neck, and prominent contusions to the lower fore-arms ."
He paused for a moment and looked at her intently. "You should have been to a doctor immediately after recieving these injuries. I'm mainly concerned about the head injury." Sara looked down, breaking the doctors gaze. "Bruising occured immediately after receiving that injury and left untreated, swelling occured approximately an hour later, putting pressure on main blood vessels to your brain causing lack of blood therefore oxygen to the brain." Cause and effect, Sara thought sarcastically.
Sara nodded, "So I got a concussion and passed out, can't you prescribe me something so I can leave? I have to go to work." He nodded, ignoring the comment about work. He handed her a piece of paper with untidy scrawl on it. "This is a prescription for an anti-inflammatory." Take it before you go to bed and when you get up the morning. Eight of hours of sleep minimum. I'd strongly suggest getting it filled immediately, please don't procrastinate on this. I'd hate to see you here again this week No driving."
"If you would like to tell me how you occured these injuries I could put you in contact with a police officer or counseller." Sara shook her head irritably, "Uh no thats okay, why would I need to see the police anyway?." The man studied her intently once again to Sara's irritation.
Dr Marquez shook his head resignedly. "Can I go now?" He shook his head again, "I would like you to stay here overnight for observation if that's quite alright with you." Sara shook her head. "No thank you Doctor, but uh thanks for the prescription. Uh where's my stuff?" The doctor pointed to a plastic bag on the chair. "Since you refuse to stay here, do yourself a favour and stay with a family member or friend." Sara glared at him. He threw
his hands in the air. "Suit yourself."
Sara left the hospital room after changing and quickly splashing cold water on her face. She felt fine now. Not at all like she'd just been unconscious hours before. Sara ran into somebody just as she reached the cafeteria floor.
"Warrick?" She said, surprised. Sara thought that someone else would have probably been here. "Sara." He replied. Sara looked up at his tall six three frame. He looked tired, and Sara remembered that he'd covered day shift for a friend. His hair was dishevelled and he held a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.
"Uh... why are you here?" Warrick blinked, "Oh," He said. "You don't remember." She shook her head. "Well, ah I was there when you passed out. The others were planning on coming after shift, but I didn't know you'd be leaving so soon. I was already off so I followed the ambulance." Sara nodded. "Thanks Warrick, how long have you been here?"
"As long as you have. About three hours." Sara's eyes widened. "You serious?" He nodded. "Are you leaving?" He asked. "Yeah." She replied. "Let me drive you home." Sara shook her head, she needed to be alone, to think things over. "That's fine Warrick. I'll just call a cab. Thanks though, for everything. Bye." Sara started walking away, leaving him standing there.
The urge to get home was too strong. For some reason she had the feeling that if she could just get home she'd be okay. Everything would be alright if she could just go home. Just crawl into her bed and sleep and when she got up everything would be okay.
He chucked his coffee into the garbage and jogged to catch up to her. "Sara what's going on?Everyone's worried bout you." She kept going. "Sara stop!" He said loudly, gently grabbing her arm to stop her. "OW!" Sara said loudly. When she turned to look at him her eyes were full of tears.
"Let go of my arm." Sara said furiously, her anger helping her to control her tears. . Couldn't he see that she wanted to be alone? Warrick gently raised the sleeve of her shirt. He winced in sympathy as he took in the hand print bruised into her skin. He looked up and met her angry watery brown eyes. "I've another to go with it."
"Who did this to you?" Sara glared at him, couldn't he see how confused and hurt she was? Couldn't he see that she just needed to be alone? Besides why the hell did he care so much. They weren't enemies but they weren't friends either. Suddenly she felt like she didn't need to be alone.
Sara felt like being held by someone who loved her. Cared about her. Knew her. "Let go of my arm!" She said loudly. A security guard glared at him suspiciously. He released her arm.
Sara walked out the front doors of the hospital. The cool night air felt good against her hot skin. She paused and looked around. God she needed to calm down. All sorts of traffic went by. Ambulances, cars and people. All with their common-place sounds. The sirens honks and voices strangley soothed her senses.
She pulled out her cellphone and paced as she flipped it open. She tried to dial the number to the Cab company but her fingers had started shaking. Stupid son of bitch Hank. All his fault. She fumbled the phone and it dropped to the pavement the batteries popping out as it made contact.
She felt hot tears spill suddenly down her cheeks. God this was so stupid. If she was going to cry why did it have to be here in front of everyone, about a stupid cell-phone. Sara stood there. Staring down at that stupid cell-phone. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Suddenly she felt arms around her. "It's okay." Said the familiar deep voice. She turned to face Warrick, concerned jade eyes on her teary brown ones. He pulled her into a hug.
She didn't resist. She just needed someone. Even Warrick, who she didn't know really when it came down to it.
Sara sobbed into his jacket, which smelled of aftershave and man. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said, not knowing what she was apologizing for.
"It's okay Sara. It's okay."He just held her until she was done. "I'll go get my car, you wait here."
The drive was quiet except for the rap music in that Sara's tired brain barely even registered. But it wasn't all that bad, the stuff. "Want to get something to eat?" Sara nodded. "McDonalds Warrick." He looked at her, "I thought you were vegetarian." Sara nodded, "I'll put a stop to that."
They stopped outside an apartment building. "This isn't my place." Sara said. "I know." Warrick replied. "Maybe we could watch a movie and then talk..." Sara's voice turned stoney. "Please take me home." "Sara... you passed out at work. I deserve to know. Once you got me involved you gave me the right to know."
Sara started to argue but then changed her mind. He was right. The second she brought her 'personal' life to work, her business was no longer her own. Besides... she needed to be close to somebody. Even Warrick.
"Okay." He'd expected more of a fight than that. "Okay Warrick, we'll talk. After a movie." They didn't watch a movie. They just talked, ate their food and talked. Well Sara did. Warrick just listened until she was finished. She told him everything, even some of the parts that she left out when she'd talked to Brass.
"You have to press charges." He said after she was done. Sara nodded and brushed tears away. "I was just so scared and felt so alone." Warrick handed her a box of tissues. "You are never alone Sar." She laughed bitterly. "But I am! My parents... never speak to them. My brother a criminal. And here I am talking to you, whom I don't really know."
Warrick looked at her seriously. "Don't say that." He leant in close to her and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His hand stopped on her cheek. Sara reached up and touched it. She looked into his beautiful eyes. He leant even closer to her. His lips looked so... and he smelled so good.
Warrick cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her softly, he couldn't help it. She looked so vunerable and she smelled like cinnamon, the lights from his living room reflected off her dark hair.
Sara kissed him back for a few seconds then stopped suddenly.
Sara pulled away from him, blushing. This was crazy. She. Well. She was needy and this was a bad idea. Warrick's eyes searched her own. She looked away. "Warrick, take me back to CSI. I need to speak with Brass."
Hank sat in a parked car across the street from Sara's apartment. Where the hell was she? Her shift ended an hour and a half ago. He had to do something. What if she told the cops?
He wasn't going to jail for her. Stupid woman. He had to. Sara'd left him no choice. She had to be dealt with. She crossed the line when she'd talked to Elaine. Hank had to do something, it was a matter of principle.
Hank woke with a start. The sun was in is eyes and the time on his watch read twelve forty five pm, he was furious with himself for sleeping so long. She still wasn't home. He decided to go to her. She'd be at work. Workaholic. He laughed bitterly. Guess it doesn't matter where he muttered to himself aloud.~
Warrick stopped the car outside the building. "Thanks for the ride, War." Sara said, eager to get out of the car. The ride had been slightly awkward. Warrick pulled his keys from the ignition and moved to get out of the car. "Don't." Warrick looked at her questioningly. "I'm going on my own."
"Okay." He answered. "I can just drive my car afterwards." He looked at her again, "Doctor say you could?" Sara didn't answer, which he took as a no. There was a long silence."Sara if I was out of line kissing you I'm sorry." Sara got out of the car, "I won't be long." She slammed the door.
Sara walked quickly through the hallway avoiding the curious scrutiny of people as she passed by the labs. She turned the corner and bumped into Greg who then made an Oomf! noise. "Sorry Greg!" He looked at her in suprise, discman headphones sliding off his ears. "Sara? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"Uh I'm fine." Sara said, irritated and touched by his concern at the same time. "I'm not working, I just came to pick something up and then I'm heading home." She blew by him, hoping she wouldn't run into anyone else in the hallway.
Sara paused outside Brass's office. She took two deep breaths and knocked. Brass
immediately opened the door. He was wearing a jacket and it looked like he'd been about to leave. "I catch you at a bad time?" She asked. "Actually I was just about to leave. But for you I'll make an exception. Take a seat."
Sara sat down in one of the two chairs that were in front of Brass' desk. Brass took his usual seat. "I'm pressing charges." She said quietly. "I'm glad." He said gruffly. "Pettigrew's unstable." He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper. "Just fill these out and your done."
He studied her as she filled out and signed parts of the forms. "Grissom and the others want to talk to you. They showed up at the hospital and were told that you'd taken off. Grissom wants to know what is going on."
Sara didn't look up. "Please don't tell Grissom I'm here. I'll come in to speak with him tomorrow. Please Brass?" That was if Greg didn't talk to Grissom. But he would. Damn it.
Brass pulled the photo of Hank off the printer and handed it to the receptionist. He was glad that Sara'd decided to press charges. He'd faxed this picture to every precinct in LV. Someone would bring Mr.Pettigrew in.
20 minutes later. Karen, the receptionist, tacked the photo and wanted information sheet of Hank Pettigrew onto the bulletin board. A shadow fell over her. She turned and didn't even have time to scream.
Hank stuck his stun gun into his coat pocket. He picked up the short woman and dragged her behind her desk. Hank made his way down the corridor, acting as if he belonged. In a way. He did. He saw a security guard and casually turned into the nearest doorway.
A young spikey haired lab technician looked up at him, hands full of test tubes. Headphones dangled onto his chest and he awkwardly set the items back onto the table. Damn, he'd hoped there wouldn't be anyone in here. For their sake.
"Uh you shouldn't be in here sir. You don't have a visitors badge."
Hank smiled at him, "I know and I'm sorry. I'm just looking for my girlfriend Sara Sidle?" Greg shook his head, studying the man suspiciously. "What I don't get," He said cautiously. "Is how you got in here on the first place." Hank smiled, trying to seem harmless. He casually stepped closer to the lab rat. Greg jumped to his feet. "Just help me out man."
Greg suddenly realized that Hank was standing between him and the door. Greg opened his mouth to yell for security. That was when Hank made his move. He clamped a hand over the kids mouth.
Hank pulled him close so the kid's back was to his own body. One hand was covering his mouth and the other grappled for his arms. He'd almost gained complete control when the kid lashed out and nearly knock over a glass tube.
Greg was panicking and struggling for dear life. He tried to yell through the other man's hand but all that came out were muffled urgent cries for help that no one heard. He breathed hard through his nose. Enraged by the resistance Hank pushed Greg onto the floor roughly.
Hank took hold of the kids throat with both hands and pressed down with all his weight. He sat on the tech's chest to hold his torso still. Immediately Greg's hands tried to fight off Hanks grip, clawing at his arms. Greg made feeble wheezing attempts to breathe through the tight grip on his neck.
Hank lifted the kids head off the ground slightly and whacked it against the ground. Hard. It made a sick thud. Greg stared up at Hank, dazed and fighting for air. Hank watched him with sick pleasure. The kids hands clawing at his arms, the dark brown eyes blinking rapidly and staring up right into his own. The tech's eyes pleaded for him to stop.
Yeah it was good. This was how he'd do Sara. Hank briefly considered using the stun gun, but decided that this was way more fun and just as effective. Hank pressed down harder and finally felt the grip on his arm weakening.
As a paramedic, Hank had learned that it took approximately forty seconds without oxygen to render a victim unconscious. Another two minutes without oxygen to the brain and they were dead. The kid was fading.
Finally he went limp and the brown eyes closed. Hank frowned at his unconscious form. "Sorry kid, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Hank continued to keep the pressure on.
The tech had gotten a good look at his face. Should he kill him? No... There wasn't enough time, and he'd already be on the security cameras. Next on his list... Sara Sidle, and whoever else got in his way.