Gray's nose was dripping blood and he spat out a tooth as Dani intervened, as before, and threw Catherine away from him, she sprawled in the sand and Dani slapped her across the face with her open palm.
"Get a grip woman" she said firmly as Catherine just sat there, a bloodstain of the girls hand imprinted on her cheek "You're not the only one who lost someone"
For a while no-one said anything, these silences were getting more and more frequent and none of them knew quite what to say, finally the girl held out a hand, helping Catherine to her feet.
"We're going to have to get a few things together and take a little trek" she informed them "last weather report I heard before leaving Vegas was that there was a tropical cyclone tearing up the pacific, and I'd say we have about sixteen hours before it hits us"
"In that time we need to find shelter, onboard the plane we have two emergancy survival packs," Lt. Gray rolled off her sentances as if they shared the same thoughts "and I believe that there were eight military personell onboard at the time we went down."
"They tried to jump ship but they weren't fast enough" Dani added "they have parachutes, emergancy rations, survival kits, the usual" she looked around the group "the Lt. is going to take you down to the hold three at a time, get on some warm clothes, boots, hats, whatever, but don't bring out more than two sets of clothes"
"The rest of you will be out here, fitting the supplies into ten packs, Dani, you know what else needs to be done?" they were obviously a well oiled team "I cannot do it given my predicament"
"Oh and like mine's any better?" she shot back suddenly angry
"Please?" he pleaded
"Fine" she turned on her heal, leaving the rest of the group stunned "I suggest you all change your clothes, you" she indicated Nick "come with me"
Bewildered the others watched as Nick hesitated a second before following the girl up the beach toward the bodies. Realising what they had to do Sara averted her eyes and shrunk back into Grissom who absentmindedly put his arms around her, to comfort himself as much as her.
"O.K you two" he indicated Sara and Grissom "you're first, follow me" he pointed to Catherine and a young man in a ruffled suit "you better come to, you can cart out the packs and wait for Dani to get the other ones for you"
The four of them clambered back into the aircraft leaving Greg alone with two obviously rebellious teenagers, one wore jeans and a black shirt with a rude slogan on the front, the other, a grey muscle top and cargo shorts, the sleeveless shirt showing off multiple tattoos. Rather than watch the tedious task that Nick had set before him he tried to strike up a conversation.
"So what brings you guy's here?" he asked
The older of the two looked him up and down then said "Parents tried to take us on a holiday for some family bonding"
"That ain't going ta work now" the second boy laughed "cos we're here and they're there" he indicated the bodies "I'm glad they're gone"
"You can't mean that" Greg looked shocked "they're your parents"
"So" the older one advanced on him "who are you to tell us what to do?
"Oh I get it" Greg tried to keep his cool and act brave "you're the bash first ask questions later type, I knew a couple of guy's like you from junior high, they ended up in the state penitentiary for manslaughter"
"Hey, Jason" he continued his advance and watched with a smirk as Greg began to shrink away "we got us a live one"
"Aaaah Greggy, you remember him Stan?" Jason cornered Greg off and closed in next to his brother "he's the one what put us away"
"Hmmm yeah" Stan grinned evilly as realisation clicked in Greg's brain "we never did get to thank you for that did we?"
"What are you going to do?" Greg asked watching horrified as Jason pulled out a pistol "What good would it do to kill me?"
"Who said we were going to kill you?" Jason threw the gun aside and produced a knife "we just want to have a bit of fun," he dropped the psycho smile "gag him"
Moving like lightning Stan produced a gag from somewhere and soon held Greg up with his own arms interlaced with his victims. Jason lifted up Greg's T-Shirt and dragged the knife lightly over his stomach, relishing the look of terror he received. He stood back for a second contemplating something then drove his fist into Greg's stomach.
Stan felt the weaklings body slump against his own as his brother continued his assault. Greg tried to struggle against the boys, but after having spent three years in the maximum security lock-up of a detention centre they'd built up their strength and were out to get him with a vengance.
Jason stopped for a few seconds allowing Greg enough time to catch his breath then gave him an uppercut to the jaw. He could feel the bones break and move beneath his fingers. He smiled maliciously and swapped the knife back into his right hand.
"Where do you think we should start?" he asked Stan as if they did this type of thing every day "I say the stomach"
"No the ribcage!" Stan sounded excited and Greg had almost passed out from the pain. He could feel blood soaking into the gag and felt like he was going to throw up, he wished someone would come out of the plane soon, and was praying to God that Nick would turn around and stop them, but he was too far away to notice