Chapter Nine-History
The red-haired woman sighed.
"My name is Nikki, Nikki O'Reily. Well, a few weeks ago, Greg-uh...Mr. Sanders saved me from a car on the road. I could've died, I was drunk, I wandered onto the road, and I didn't notice the oncoming truck, and suddenly, this guy, Greg, just comes out of nowhere, and pushed me away, back onto the sidewalk with him. Afterwards, we introduced each other, and...I could've died! I would always be in his debt, I mean, if I died, no one would support my family back in London. Anyway, I'm 29 years old, I just came to Las Vegas three weeks ago to look for a new job. Then, this man approaches me and asks me if I wanted a job. Of course, I agreed, but when I found out that they were planning to kidnap and kill people, I started to back out of the business. Until they told me..."
"They? I thought it was only one man." Warrick asked.
"Yea, there were two men, one is the mastermind behind all of this, his name is Nigel, but I'm not sure about his last name. And the other one who approached me, his name is Rick Johnson, and I heard from Greg that he's go quite a reputation as a criminal."
"Yea, he does, Rick Johnson, you say? And the mastermind is Nigel...does the last name Crane sound familiar to you?" Catherine asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure...I think so, I don't know. But anyway, when I heard that they were planning to get Greg Sanders, my lifesaver, I pulled myself into the job even more, so I could help Greg from getting killed." Nikki replied.
"Well, you said that you knew where Greg is right now, right?" A voice asked from behind, the group turned around to see Brass.
"What? You can't do an interview without your detective!" Brass smiled warmly and winked, and the CSIs looked at him oddly.
"Well, uh...that's why I came, Greg is in a broken down warehouse, but I don't know what it's called, but I do know the way there. We have to go now, before Ricky goes back for Greg. He went out for just a while, I drove here, you guys have to call the police and go there with me." Nikki said.
"Do we trust you?" Brass asked.
"Well, I believe her...it's better than nothing at all." Grissom said, and the others nodded.
"Right, I'll contact the SWAT team." Brass said, and left. Nikki smiled.
"Great, follow my car, we have to go now, there's not much time left."
Then, they all rushed out of the CSI building and into their respective cars, along the way, all five CSIs were thinking of the same thing.
'I'm so sorry, Greg, please be all right."
A/N: Oh my, another short chapter! Lol, sorry bout that, guys! But don't worry, the next two chapters are gonna be really long...well, longer than usual, anyway! Lol! Plz keep on reviewing! They're greatly appreciated!! =D Peace out, dudes and dudettes!
The red-haired woman sighed.
"My name is Nikki, Nikki O'Reily. Well, a few weeks ago, Greg-uh...Mr. Sanders saved me from a car on the road. I could've died, I was drunk, I wandered onto the road, and I didn't notice the oncoming truck, and suddenly, this guy, Greg, just comes out of nowhere, and pushed me away, back onto the sidewalk with him. Afterwards, we introduced each other, and...I could've died! I would always be in his debt, I mean, if I died, no one would support my family back in London. Anyway, I'm 29 years old, I just came to Las Vegas three weeks ago to look for a new job. Then, this man approaches me and asks me if I wanted a job. Of course, I agreed, but when I found out that they were planning to kidnap and kill people, I started to back out of the business. Until they told me..."
"They? I thought it was only one man." Warrick asked.
"Yea, there were two men, one is the mastermind behind all of this, his name is Nigel, but I'm not sure about his last name. And the other one who approached me, his name is Rick Johnson, and I heard from Greg that he's go quite a reputation as a criminal."
"Yea, he does, Rick Johnson, you say? And the mastermind is Nigel...does the last name Crane sound familiar to you?" Catherine asked.
"Uh, I'm not sure...I think so, I don't know. But anyway, when I heard that they were planning to get Greg Sanders, my lifesaver, I pulled myself into the job even more, so I could help Greg from getting killed." Nikki replied.
"Well, you said that you knew where Greg is right now, right?" A voice asked from behind, the group turned around to see Brass.
"What? You can't do an interview without your detective!" Brass smiled warmly and winked, and the CSIs looked at him oddly.
"Well, uh...that's why I came, Greg is in a broken down warehouse, but I don't know what it's called, but I do know the way there. We have to go now, before Ricky goes back for Greg. He went out for just a while, I drove here, you guys have to call the police and go there with me." Nikki said.
"Do we trust you?" Brass asked.
"Well, I believe her...it's better than nothing at all." Grissom said, and the others nodded.
"Right, I'll contact the SWAT team." Brass said, and left. Nikki smiled.
"Great, follow my car, we have to go now, there's not much time left."
Then, they all rushed out of the CSI building and into their respective cars, along the way, all five CSIs were thinking of the same thing.
'I'm so sorry, Greg, please be all right."
A/N: Oh my, another short chapter! Lol, sorry bout that, guys! But don't worry, the next two chapters are gonna be really long...well, longer than usual, anyway! Lol! Plz keep on reviewing! They're greatly appreciated!! =D Peace out, dudes and dudettes!