okay, so I know nobody can solve part of the crime this fast, but isnt Vegas the second best lab in the country? anyway, still not a doctor, sorry fi there are any mistakes in here, I tried to find as many as I could, so that should help. hope everyone likes it so far, and if you've any suggestions, just let me know! now, on with the story!
Chapter 3
Amnesia And A Coma
"I'm just going to cut to the chase." Warrick gently shook Cathrine and Sara awake. They listened groggily.
"Nick is in a coma. We have no idea how long he'll be in there for, but he barely made it through the surgery. We can't remove the blood without severely hurting him." Cathrine and Sara were fully awake now.
"Greg is doing fine. But I must worn you he is very fragile right now." The doctor left the waiting room after giving them the OK to go see Nick and Greg.
Grissom and Cathrine went to see Greg, whereas Warrick took Sara to see Nick.
Grissom and Cathrine entered the room quietly, but Greg was already awake. He seemed to be looking around the room confused. He looked up at them. He started panicking and calling for a doctor. A nurse came in.
"What's the problem sir?"
"Who are these people and why are they in my room?" Grissom and Cathrine looked a them surprised.
"He seems to have amnesia." The nurse informed them. "Don't over excite him, or get him too worked up." she warned them. She left them alone with Greg.
"Greg Sanders, I'm Cathrine Willows and this is Gil Grissom from the crime lab. We're here to find out what happened to you." Cathrine replied, trying to sound as normal as she could.
"Oh I get it now. Your like police officers." That was the sure sign he had amnesia. It annoyed Greg to no end when somebody asked what he did, then have them say 'So your like a cop?'
"Not quite. We investigate the scene of the crime and develop evidence. We're here to help you." Cathrine explained trying not to lose it.
"How did you know my name was Greg?"
"Well, see, this is kind of hard for me to explain this, but..... Before your accident you used to be a Lab Tech for the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Greg looked shocked, then started laughing.
"Your joking right? I don't know a thing about crime scene stuff and developing evidence!" He was laughing hard now. The doctors heard the commotion and entered the room. They put a needle in his arm to calm him down.
"Doctor can you please get these two out of my room? I'm tired, no more questions." The doctor ushered them out into the hall.
"I don't think you should visit him for a while. He's got amnesia and only knows his name and how old he is."
"How long will it take for him to get his memory back?" Grissom asked.
"Maybe
two weeks, maybe two months. It's hard to tell. It'll come back to him
when it comes back to him. But for now, I'm gonna have to ask you to
leave." Grissom and Cathrine went down the hall and headed for the
elevator.
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In Nick's room, Warrick and Sara sat quietly, listening to the beeps of Nick's breathing machine. The doctor predicted it would be a while before he woke up, so they didn't have to do much talking.
"Warrick?" Sara asked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think Nick's gonna make it?" Tears were forming in her eyes.
"Nick's
a fighter. I know he'll pull through. But for now, we just have to keep
praying that he'll be okay." Warrick looked back down to his magazine.
He didn't know what else to say to a grieving woman
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Grissom and Cathrine came back later that day with some lunch. They ate, tried to hold up a conversation, but it didn't work so they ate in silence.
After lunch Sara had decided to go see Greg for a bit, ignoring the fact that he had amnesia.
"Are you a cop too?" She heard him say annoyingly.
"I'm Sara Sidle. I'm a CSI. Greg I know you have amnesia, but can't you remember something?" Sara pleaded.
"I keep telling everyone, no, I don't remember anything. Are we done yet?" He sat up and looked at her crossly.
She reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet. She opened it up, revealing a mini photo book. She passed it to Greg.
"I don't even know you. Why do you have pictures of me and you together?"
"Greg, I know you don't believe me, but we're like best friends. We talked about everything in the lab. You listened to hard rock whenever you had a long day at the lab in front of you. You said it helped pass the time." Tears streaked down her face, but Greg still didn't believe her.
"Look lady, I don't know you. I don't know any of you. I don't know how you got these pictures, but if you don't mind, would you leave me alone?" He looked at her with exhausted, pleading eyes.
"Alright. I'll
leave the picture book here, in case you do remember." She slowly got
up and left the room. Greg looked back down at a picture of him and
Sara with her on his back at what looked like a picnic. There was the
two other CSIs that were visited him earlier, an African-American male
and another man, well built with a Texas Rangers shirt on. He stared at
the picture until he fell asleep.
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At the house, Grissom and Cathrine were searching for any clues to who did this.
"Face it Gris, we've got nothing. Nick and Greg are going to be in more danger when we let this guy go..." Cathrine said frustrated.
"Then let's not let him go." Grissom simply replied.
Grissom decided they should try and play out what they knew so far. Cathrine, who was playing Nick and Grissom, who was playing the muderer.
"So Nick was looking for evidence, when he was attacked form behind. That's why he fell forward, onto the linoleum. The blood spatter shows he was two feet away from here though." Cathrine tried to piece it together.
"So Nick was on the floor, then the guy comes up behind him and kicks him breaking one of his ribs. He kicked him a few times, with Nick sliding forward every time. By the time he reached where the blood spatter starts, he got 3 more broken ribs, a few cracked ones and a bleeding lung."
"So with every kick, there was enough force to break his ribs. There was maybe 4, 5 kicks, then Nick started tasting blood." Cathrine pointed to a big blood stain in the floor. She continued on. "After the first burst of blood filled his lung, he was shot. That's why there's a blood trail about two feet. He tried to get away, but was shot again. This time in the stomach. Then the blood in his lung came up and onto the floor. It looks like he coughed up maybe 2 or 3 times."
"There's hand prints. Meaning Nick tried to crawl away. He only made it a foot, then came more blood. From all that blood loss so far, he probably passed out by now." Then they made there way to the living room where Greg was found.
"So Greg must have seen Nick coughing up blood, then tried to fight off the guy. We know the weapon's a gold trophy so....."
"So Greg must have been hit from behind, causing a bruise on his back and him to fall forward on the floor. There's a little bit of blood here, so I'm guessing he was kicked or punched in the stomach, causing the bruise on his stomach." Cathrine finished for him.
"The burns patterns show the fire started 5 feet away from Greg. So the guy must have walked to the middle of the room, lit a match, threw it on the floor."
"But then there would be tracks from his shoes in the carpet, but there is none."
"So, he lit the match, then threw it across the room?" Grissom suggested.
"Neither Greg or Nick moved from there spots on the floor, so they must have been out when he lit the match."
"Or they didn't have the energy to get up and stop him."
"So we've got the how, the what, the where. We need the who and the why."
"Well I'm guessing murderer comes back to the scene of the crime, sees Nick, tries to kill him before he gets any evidence, then is interrupted by Greg, then goes after Greg. After he thinks they're unconscious, he lights the match and runs." Grissom played it out in his head.
"Sounds good to me." Cathrine agreed.