A/N~ All NS shippers, Guess what? Im one too. But hey, I wanted to try
something new since there are many NS stories out there. The next csi fic
I'm doing is NS so no worries. Oh yeah, about the 'kid' thing. ITS A
FANFICTION, and I'm not a professional writer, but for the future I'll try
to vary my words more. Thank you for the reviews and the constructive
critism too.~
(GREGS POV) Greg had known something was wrong from the moment the man had walked into the room. He'd almost looked excited when he saw him, there was something malevolent that had flashed behind his eyes, just for a split second. Now the stranger was standing between him and the door. He saw the same flash in the mans eyes a split second before he lunged. A split second too late.
A beefy hand immediately clamped down over his mouth as he shouted for help. Greg's entire body was pulled backwards and off-balance against the attacker; he thrashed his arms about trying to land a punch on him. He nearly succeeded in knocking over some glass equipment. Enraged, his assailant flung him down to the floor.
Greg got one intake of breath through his nose before the stranger took hold of his throat. He forced all of his weight down onto Greg's windpipe and shoved his knee onto Greg's chest keeping him pinned to the floor.
He frantically tore at the man's arms. This guy meant to kill him. All he could think about was how he was going to die in a windowed room where people who could help him were so close. No passer-by could see him. He was pinned to the floor behind the counter.
He looked straight into the maniac's cobalt eyes. Please stop, he pleaded with his eyes. Need air. Greg panicked even more when he realized he could feel his heart slowing down. He felt his body begin to still, the strength was drifting away from him like steam. Need to breathe, please stop.
Gradually he began feeling indifferent to it all, his body started to relax. He just didn't have the oxygen to stay conscious. Guess your life doesn't flash before your eyes, he thought absently, he could feel himself drifting. His last thought was how he'd never see his family again. Stars finally exploded in his eyes and it ended.
Hank absentmindedly drummed his fingertips on the steering wheel. His stun gun was charging on the passenger seat. After realizing that Sara wasn't at work, he'd returned to her building. He parked within viewing distance but far enough away that they wouldn't see him. She'd come home eventually. He would be ready. Hank tilted his seat back and closed his eyes. He'd need to be rested when she came back.
Sara left the building as quickly as possible. She opened the door to Warrick's SUV and climbed in. Just that much effort had her head spinning. She rested her head in her hands for a few seconds. She felt a hand on her shoulder, "You okay?" Sara gave him a brief smile and buckled her seatbelt. "I'm okay." "Hey Sar, have you got your prescription yet?" She shook her head "Would you drive me one more place?" Warrick grinned at her, revealing even white teeth, and Sara's heart skipped a beat.
When they arrived at the pharmacy, Sara started to get out of the car. "It's okay I got it" Warrick pronounced, ignoring her attempt to give him money for it. He came back shortly with a small bag. He climbed back into the driver's side.
As he handed her the paper bag his hand touched hers. Sara looked straight up into his deep green eyes and felt her heart rate speed up. Warrick's eyes searched her face. Sara cautiously moved closer to him; the medicine lay forgotten on the seat. Her heart was pounding feverishly in her ears. Warrick finally closed the distance between them.
He kissed her soft and hard, fast and slow all at the same time. She parted her lips slightly inviting him in. Warrick brought his hand up and stroked her cheek, his other hand rested on her side. Sara's hands explored the hard muscle of his arms and chest. Sara strangely felt that if she let go of him she'd lose him forever.
Finally they broke apart for the necessity of air. Warrick pulled her close and encircled her in his arms."You weren't out of line" She whispered. He replied by softly kissing her neck. Finally he pulled away from her, "Let's get you home."
Catherine walked into the break room,"Archie have you seen Greg?" Archie shook his head and looked down at his watch, swallowing his mouthful of food at the same time, "No fraid not, he was supposed to come on break at the same time as me though." Catherine shook her head, Greg was probably just engrossed with his work in the other lab. She couldn't make herself believe that though, this was Greg she was talking about.
She tried paging him again, becoming slightly worried. The incident at the beginning of shift with Sara was probably why she was on the edge. Catherine was really worried about Sara, especially since she heard from Warrick that Sara'd left the hospital against the doctor's advice. Grissom was furious and worried about Sara since Brass had told him she'd come in and hadn't come in to speak with him.
She decided to check the lab again. Catherine was about to leave when she heard a soft beeping, she moved closer into the room, following the sound. She found her way around the large counter at which Greg Sanders normally sat.
The sound became clear as she found the source. Catherine felt her mouth fall open and her breath catch. Greg had been half pushed underneath the counter, his eyes were half closed and he was deadly still, his head was lolling off in an awkward position. A beeper blinked and chirped on his belt.
"Oh god Greg!" Catherine slid him out from underneath as quickly as she could. "C'mon Greggo, wake up." "SOMEBODY HELP!" She screamed. Nick came skidding into the room, closely followed by Archie. He paled as he saw the young lab tech. "Archie call 911 right now!" Nick told him, Archie fumbled for the phone.
Catherine looked up at Nick, "He's not breathing," Nick "and I can't find a pulse." Without delay Catherine gave him two slow breaths, and Nick started chest compressions. Catherine gave two more breaths, his skin was so cool. "Please Greg" She started crying as she waited for Nick to finish the set of compressions. "C'mon Greggo," Nick said loudly. Archie ran out of the room to wait for the paramedics. She breathed for him again. Her tears had streaked his face as he lay there, limply absorbing the chest compressions.
Nick was sweating from exertion. Grissom ran into the room, he'd just arrived back from a crime scene. He quickly switched places with the other CSI. "Gil, I don't know what's happened," Catherine stuttered, "I walked in and just found him like this." He looked up at her and met her eyes. "I think he may have a crushed windpipe."
"He'll be okay Grissom," Trying to convince herself as well as him. She felt the tears pouring down her face. Nick paced back and forth holding trying to keep himself together. Dark bruises were beginning to appear on his throat contrasting against grotesquely against his skin.
Catherine checked for a pulse and was rewarded with a steady throb. She nearly sobbed with relief. She quickly gave him two more breaths and felt Greg move. He coughed and gasped in a huge breath of air. Nick couldn't speak he was so enormously relieved. Greg looked up at Grissom and Catherine breathing hard. He was obviously very disoriented. He coughed and coughed. Blood flecked the corners of his mouth. He moved his lips, and mouthed words but no sound came out.
Finally the paramedics rushed into the room, they quickly loaded Greg onto a stretcher. "Your'e going to be fine Greg," Grissom said as they took him to the ambulance, before they loaded him in, Greg's hand caught Grissoms' shirt. "Ra," He coughed loudly through his oxygen mask.
Grissom bent down close to catch his words, hoping Greg could tell him who had attacked him. "Sir we have to get him to the hospital straight away." A paramedic said impatiently, "Sara," Greg said quietly but clearly, the effort was taxing him. "Help Sara" Greg said, he abruptly lost consciousness.
Warrick pulled into the parking lot of Sara's parking lot. They walked in comfortable silence to the apartment building. Sara unlocked the door and they made their way up the stairs to Sara's second floor apartment. They stepped through the threshold and Sara quickly flipped on the lights. She paused once inside, the presence of Hank was still fresh in her memory. Warrick sensed her discomfort immediately. "Wait here, Sara" He made a quick but thorough armed inspection of all the rooms.
Satisfied, he returned to her and smiled reassuringly, "S'all clear." He spoke in his gravelly deep voice. Sara smiled back, comforted despite her worry that Hank was on the loose. She locked the door and turned to face him. Warrick quickly pulled her into a hug. Sara let him hold her close. The entire day had been so tedious and disturbing.
She pulled away from him and held her arms close to her body, "I'm so tired Warrick... and I'm... I'm still scared." He regarded her quietly before speaking. He knew what it took from her to reveal her feelings.
"It won't be long before they have him in custody, then you can forget that he was ever a part of your life." Warrick squeezed her shoulders and Sara felt his lips softly brush against her neck. She groaned and Warrick moved to her lips kissing her mouth firmly. Sara's arms found their way around his neck and he pressed her against the door.
Sara broke away, "I just realized I left my medication in the car." Warrick realized that if things went any further they would probably not remember to get it later. "I'll be right back, Sara." He headed out the door grabbing her keys so he could get back in.
"Step on it Brass!" Grissom said frantically, "No one is answering the phone." Nick said from the backseat of the squad. "Have you tried Warrick's place?" Grissom questioned. "Yeah, got the machine. She could be at either." Nick answered. "Well we're going to her place, because Pettigrew doesn't know Warrick's address." Please be at Warrick's Sara, he prayed silently. He already almost lost one CSI that night and wasn't prepared to risk another.
This was almost too easy. Hank had almost gone in after them. At first the fact that Sara had company had thrown him off, but he could easily handle two. Now he didn't even have to break in. Sara's "friend" had came out of the building and now appeared to be getting something out of his car.
Hank slipped his stun gun into his pocket, picked up the baseball bat and stepped onto the street. Sara had to pay. She'd destroyed everthing good in his life. Rage flowed through him and mingled with the adrenaline that was beginning to pump through his veins.
(GREGS POV) Greg had known something was wrong from the moment the man had walked into the room. He'd almost looked excited when he saw him, there was something malevolent that had flashed behind his eyes, just for a split second. Now the stranger was standing between him and the door. He saw the same flash in the mans eyes a split second before he lunged. A split second too late.
A beefy hand immediately clamped down over his mouth as he shouted for help. Greg's entire body was pulled backwards and off-balance against the attacker; he thrashed his arms about trying to land a punch on him. He nearly succeeded in knocking over some glass equipment. Enraged, his assailant flung him down to the floor.
Greg got one intake of breath through his nose before the stranger took hold of his throat. He forced all of his weight down onto Greg's windpipe and shoved his knee onto Greg's chest keeping him pinned to the floor.
He frantically tore at the man's arms. This guy meant to kill him. All he could think about was how he was going to die in a windowed room where people who could help him were so close. No passer-by could see him. He was pinned to the floor behind the counter.
He looked straight into the maniac's cobalt eyes. Please stop, he pleaded with his eyes. Need air. Greg panicked even more when he realized he could feel his heart slowing down. He felt his body begin to still, the strength was drifting away from him like steam. Need to breathe, please stop.
Gradually he began feeling indifferent to it all, his body started to relax. He just didn't have the oxygen to stay conscious. Guess your life doesn't flash before your eyes, he thought absently, he could feel himself drifting. His last thought was how he'd never see his family again. Stars finally exploded in his eyes and it ended.
Hank absentmindedly drummed his fingertips on the steering wheel. His stun gun was charging on the passenger seat. After realizing that Sara wasn't at work, he'd returned to her building. He parked within viewing distance but far enough away that they wouldn't see him. She'd come home eventually. He would be ready. Hank tilted his seat back and closed his eyes. He'd need to be rested when she came back.
Sara left the building as quickly as possible. She opened the door to Warrick's SUV and climbed in. Just that much effort had her head spinning. She rested her head in her hands for a few seconds. She felt a hand on her shoulder, "You okay?" Sara gave him a brief smile and buckled her seatbelt. "I'm okay." "Hey Sar, have you got your prescription yet?" She shook her head "Would you drive me one more place?" Warrick grinned at her, revealing even white teeth, and Sara's heart skipped a beat.
When they arrived at the pharmacy, Sara started to get out of the car. "It's okay I got it" Warrick pronounced, ignoring her attempt to give him money for it. He came back shortly with a small bag. He climbed back into the driver's side.
As he handed her the paper bag his hand touched hers. Sara looked straight up into his deep green eyes and felt her heart rate speed up. Warrick's eyes searched her face. Sara cautiously moved closer to him; the medicine lay forgotten on the seat. Her heart was pounding feverishly in her ears. Warrick finally closed the distance between them.
He kissed her soft and hard, fast and slow all at the same time. She parted her lips slightly inviting him in. Warrick brought his hand up and stroked her cheek, his other hand rested on her side. Sara's hands explored the hard muscle of his arms and chest. Sara strangely felt that if she let go of him she'd lose him forever.
Finally they broke apart for the necessity of air. Warrick pulled her close and encircled her in his arms."You weren't out of line" She whispered. He replied by softly kissing her neck. Finally he pulled away from her, "Let's get you home."
Catherine walked into the break room,"Archie have you seen Greg?" Archie shook his head and looked down at his watch, swallowing his mouthful of food at the same time, "No fraid not, he was supposed to come on break at the same time as me though." Catherine shook her head, Greg was probably just engrossed with his work in the other lab. She couldn't make herself believe that though, this was Greg she was talking about.
She tried paging him again, becoming slightly worried. The incident at the beginning of shift with Sara was probably why she was on the edge. Catherine was really worried about Sara, especially since she heard from Warrick that Sara'd left the hospital against the doctor's advice. Grissom was furious and worried about Sara since Brass had told him she'd come in and hadn't come in to speak with him.
She decided to check the lab again. Catherine was about to leave when she heard a soft beeping, she moved closer into the room, following the sound. She found her way around the large counter at which Greg Sanders normally sat.
The sound became clear as she found the source. Catherine felt her mouth fall open and her breath catch. Greg had been half pushed underneath the counter, his eyes were half closed and he was deadly still, his head was lolling off in an awkward position. A beeper blinked and chirped on his belt.
"Oh god Greg!" Catherine slid him out from underneath as quickly as she could. "C'mon Greggo, wake up." "SOMEBODY HELP!" She screamed. Nick came skidding into the room, closely followed by Archie. He paled as he saw the young lab tech. "Archie call 911 right now!" Nick told him, Archie fumbled for the phone.
Catherine looked up at Nick, "He's not breathing," Nick "and I can't find a pulse." Without delay Catherine gave him two slow breaths, and Nick started chest compressions. Catherine gave two more breaths, his skin was so cool. "Please Greg" She started crying as she waited for Nick to finish the set of compressions. "C'mon Greggo," Nick said loudly. Archie ran out of the room to wait for the paramedics. She breathed for him again. Her tears had streaked his face as he lay there, limply absorbing the chest compressions.
Nick was sweating from exertion. Grissom ran into the room, he'd just arrived back from a crime scene. He quickly switched places with the other CSI. "Gil, I don't know what's happened," Catherine stuttered, "I walked in and just found him like this." He looked up at her and met her eyes. "I think he may have a crushed windpipe."
"He'll be okay Grissom," Trying to convince herself as well as him. She felt the tears pouring down her face. Nick paced back and forth holding trying to keep himself together. Dark bruises were beginning to appear on his throat contrasting against grotesquely against his skin.
Catherine checked for a pulse and was rewarded with a steady throb. She nearly sobbed with relief. She quickly gave him two more breaths and felt Greg move. He coughed and gasped in a huge breath of air. Nick couldn't speak he was so enormously relieved. Greg looked up at Grissom and Catherine breathing hard. He was obviously very disoriented. He coughed and coughed. Blood flecked the corners of his mouth. He moved his lips, and mouthed words but no sound came out.
Finally the paramedics rushed into the room, they quickly loaded Greg onto a stretcher. "Your'e going to be fine Greg," Grissom said as they took him to the ambulance, before they loaded him in, Greg's hand caught Grissoms' shirt. "Ra," He coughed loudly through his oxygen mask.
Grissom bent down close to catch his words, hoping Greg could tell him who had attacked him. "Sir we have to get him to the hospital straight away." A paramedic said impatiently, "Sara," Greg said quietly but clearly, the effort was taxing him. "Help Sara" Greg said, he abruptly lost consciousness.
Warrick pulled into the parking lot of Sara's parking lot. They walked in comfortable silence to the apartment building. Sara unlocked the door and they made their way up the stairs to Sara's second floor apartment. They stepped through the threshold and Sara quickly flipped on the lights. She paused once inside, the presence of Hank was still fresh in her memory. Warrick sensed her discomfort immediately. "Wait here, Sara" He made a quick but thorough armed inspection of all the rooms.
Satisfied, he returned to her and smiled reassuringly, "S'all clear." He spoke in his gravelly deep voice. Sara smiled back, comforted despite her worry that Hank was on the loose. She locked the door and turned to face him. Warrick quickly pulled her into a hug. Sara let him hold her close. The entire day had been so tedious and disturbing.
She pulled away from him and held her arms close to her body, "I'm so tired Warrick... and I'm... I'm still scared." He regarded her quietly before speaking. He knew what it took from her to reveal her feelings.
"It won't be long before they have him in custody, then you can forget that he was ever a part of your life." Warrick squeezed her shoulders and Sara felt his lips softly brush against her neck. She groaned and Warrick moved to her lips kissing her mouth firmly. Sara's arms found their way around his neck and he pressed her against the door.
Sara broke away, "I just realized I left my medication in the car." Warrick realized that if things went any further they would probably not remember to get it later. "I'll be right back, Sara." He headed out the door grabbing her keys so he could get back in.
"Step on it Brass!" Grissom said frantically, "No one is answering the phone." Nick said from the backseat of the squad. "Have you tried Warrick's place?" Grissom questioned. "Yeah, got the machine. She could be at either." Nick answered. "Well we're going to her place, because Pettigrew doesn't know Warrick's address." Please be at Warrick's Sara, he prayed silently. He already almost lost one CSI that night and wasn't prepared to risk another.
This was almost too easy. Hank had almost gone in after them. At first the fact that Sara had company had thrown him off, but he could easily handle two. Now he didn't even have to break in. Sara's "friend" had came out of the building and now appeared to be getting something out of his car.
Hank slipped his stun gun into his pocket, picked up the baseball bat and stepped onto the street. Sara had to pay. She'd destroyed everthing good in his life. Rage flowed through him and mingled with the adrenaline that was beginning to pump through his veins.