Chapter 3
Nick got out his mobile and quick-dialled Grissom's number. Something about all of this niggled at him, but then again Greg was one of his colleagues, not just a stranger. Add that to the fact that they had bumped into each other at the very club Greg had been taken from and the whole thing seemed a little surreal, so Nick put any doubts he had to one side. Like Grissom said, he couldn't let this get personal. Speaking of whom.
"Griss? I've got an address. Seems that Eddie's old house was inherited by his brother James."
"It seems a little too easy but we can check it out."
Nick relayed the address.
"See you there"
The phone clicked. Grissom took a deep breath to calm down. Despite what he himself had said, Grissom was taking this personally.
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When Nick Stokes arrived at the address, he found the area swamped in police cars and officers. The other CSI's looked concerned. Nick tried to appear professional, but the look on the faces of his colleagues told him it wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.
"Heat signatures show two people in the basement. Roe isn't coming out and to be honest, despite the threats there's not much we can do that doesn't put Greg's life in danger."
Nick tensed. He didn't like this one bit. This was not his job, his job came after the crime- and for some reason even though he knew that if anything did happen to Greg, he wouldn't be allowed to process the scene, he couldn't get the thought of having to analyse Greg's dead body out of his head.
A policeman came towards them; they could tell he'd been in the force a long time from the creases around his eyes.
"The suspect just rang. He says he wants you guys to go in alone or Greg dies. We've got..."
He glanced at his watch.
"9 minutes left before he shoots Greg."
"How do we know it's not a trap?"
"We don't, and to be honest, the guy's a psycho. But...."
He sighed awkwardly.
"The only other option is SWAT teams. It's up to you. I don't think I need to outline how dangerous it is to go into that house, but there's a chance you can talk him out of it. I don't know."
"How about if one of us is bugged? That way if something goes down in there you guys can make a house call and get us out..."
"He specifically requested no bugs. I've reviewed the options, and either you go in or we do...but whatever happens, best be within the next seven and a half minutes.."
"I think we should go in."
Warrick said, surprising the others slightly with his forwardness. Nick nodded.
"Me too."
Catherine bit her lip, thinking of Lindsey but said,
"I don't think we have much choice."
Sara reluctantly nodded. Grissom shrugged and turned to the officer.
"I guess we're going in then."
"...your call. Follow me."
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"H-hello? Is that the Las Vegas Crime lab? I was told to call here from the uh...the police station."
Brass had a jacket in one hand and the phone in the other. He had been just about to leave when the phone rang and the man on the other end was holding him up. His impatience came through in his voice, despite his best efforts to keep it in check.
"What's the problem?"
"I saw three guys being kidnapped; this other guy just came up behind them and knocked them out and-"
This caught Brass' attention.
"Whoa, hold up a second, who are you?"
"My name's Mike Crayshaw, I'm a taxi driver, I saw the whole thing."
"Well we've already had a statement from another taxi driver and he has a photographic memory so thanks but-"
"That's not possible. I was the only car there, it was the back of the club, the only taxi there was me."
Brass paused. This put a whole new light on the matter. The guy who rang up before was in on it, which meant the CSI's were a target too.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Positive"
Brass put the phone down immediately and dialled Grissom's mobile number, just as he was about to give up there was an answer.
"Gil? It's me Brass, listen-"
"No it's Chief inspector Tordoe, the CSI's are in the middle of a police operation at the moment, they've just gone into the house Captain."
"What?! No! It's a set up, get them out of there it's a trap!"
TBC
Nick got out his mobile and quick-dialled Grissom's number. Something about all of this niggled at him, but then again Greg was one of his colleagues, not just a stranger. Add that to the fact that they had bumped into each other at the very club Greg had been taken from and the whole thing seemed a little surreal, so Nick put any doubts he had to one side. Like Grissom said, he couldn't let this get personal. Speaking of whom.
"Griss? I've got an address. Seems that Eddie's old house was inherited by his brother James."
"It seems a little too easy but we can check it out."
Nick relayed the address.
"See you there"
The phone clicked. Grissom took a deep breath to calm down. Despite what he himself had said, Grissom was taking this personally.
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When Nick Stokes arrived at the address, he found the area swamped in police cars and officers. The other CSI's looked concerned. Nick tried to appear professional, but the look on the faces of his colleagues told him it wasn't working as well as he'd hoped.
"Heat signatures show two people in the basement. Roe isn't coming out and to be honest, despite the threats there's not much we can do that doesn't put Greg's life in danger."
Nick tensed. He didn't like this one bit. This was not his job, his job came after the crime- and for some reason even though he knew that if anything did happen to Greg, he wouldn't be allowed to process the scene, he couldn't get the thought of having to analyse Greg's dead body out of his head.
A policeman came towards them; they could tell he'd been in the force a long time from the creases around his eyes.
"The suspect just rang. He says he wants you guys to go in alone or Greg dies. We've got..."
He glanced at his watch.
"9 minutes left before he shoots Greg."
"How do we know it's not a trap?"
"We don't, and to be honest, the guy's a psycho. But...."
He sighed awkwardly.
"The only other option is SWAT teams. It's up to you. I don't think I need to outline how dangerous it is to go into that house, but there's a chance you can talk him out of it. I don't know."
"How about if one of us is bugged? That way if something goes down in there you guys can make a house call and get us out..."
"He specifically requested no bugs. I've reviewed the options, and either you go in or we do...but whatever happens, best be within the next seven and a half minutes.."
"I think we should go in."
Warrick said, surprising the others slightly with his forwardness. Nick nodded.
"Me too."
Catherine bit her lip, thinking of Lindsey but said,
"I don't think we have much choice."
Sara reluctantly nodded. Grissom shrugged and turned to the officer.
"I guess we're going in then."
"...your call. Follow me."
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"H-hello? Is that the Las Vegas Crime lab? I was told to call here from the uh...the police station."
Brass had a jacket in one hand and the phone in the other. He had been just about to leave when the phone rang and the man on the other end was holding him up. His impatience came through in his voice, despite his best efforts to keep it in check.
"What's the problem?"
"I saw three guys being kidnapped; this other guy just came up behind them and knocked them out and-"
This caught Brass' attention.
"Whoa, hold up a second, who are you?"
"My name's Mike Crayshaw, I'm a taxi driver, I saw the whole thing."
"Well we've already had a statement from another taxi driver and he has a photographic memory so thanks but-"
"That's not possible. I was the only car there, it was the back of the club, the only taxi there was me."
Brass paused. This put a whole new light on the matter. The guy who rang up before was in on it, which meant the CSI's were a target too.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Positive"
Brass put the phone down immediately and dialled Grissom's mobile number, just as he was about to give up there was an answer.
"Gil? It's me Brass, listen-"
"No it's Chief inspector Tordoe, the CSI's are in the middle of a police operation at the moment, they've just gone into the house Captain."
"What?! No! It's a set up, get them out of there it's a trap!"
TBC