Chapter Eleven-Mistake and Escaped
Everyone watched helplessly as the bullet was shot, and unexpectantly, Nigel suddenly dove away to the side. And to everyone's horror, Greg was exposed, sitting on a chair, the bullet hit Greg on the left shoulder, and went through, implanting itself into the wall. Greg yelled in shock and pain as the force pushed Greg and the chair back against the wall (he was sitting right in front of the wall, so, he didn't fall back THAT far.) Nick stood with his gun still in his hand, eyes wide and mouth open. Warrick's eyes widened in shock, and Sara covered her mouth with her hands, eyes watering. Catherine dropped her gun onto the floor in horror, Brass' eyes and mouth was wide, and Grissom closed his eyes in disappointment and failure. While Nigel stood up, pulled out his own gun, and aimed it right at Greg's head, a smug smile on his face.
"Oh Nick, Nick, Nick! Why did you just shoot your best friend?" Nigel said, and he ripped Greg's blindfolds off. Greg had heard this, he opened his eyes to reveal his hurt expression, Greg didn't want to believe it, but that was the truth. Greg could see that Nick had his gun still pointed at him.
"Nick...you...why did you..." Greg's eyes went wide, tears pouring down his face, and he looked away, anger, pain, and sorrow tugged at his heart, the emotions consumed his external pain, and it was momentarily forgotten.
"I knew you hated me, but...I never knew that you'd...that you would want to get rid of me...forever! I hate you, you bastard!" Greg said coldly, his teeth clenched tight in anger.
"No! I don't hate you...Greg...I'm so-" Nick started, but was cut off by Nigel.
"Don't lie, Stokes, Greg heard you loud and clear in the break room that night, you and Grissom, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara!" The CSIs looked at Nigel with questioning eyes, but a second later, they remembered everything, and they finally realized that Greg had heard them insulting him. Nigel still held the gun at Greg's head, as he untied Greg.
"Let's go, Greggy boy, time to go." Greg winced at the pain in his shoulder, which was bleeding heavily, but he obeyed, and started to walk out of the room.
"Don't talk and don't touch Greg, or I will blow his head off." Nigel sneered, and the CSIs and SWAT teams didn't dare to move. Nigel and Greg walked out of the room, through the abandoned warehouse, out the back, followed by the CSIs, and saw Rick Johnson waiting in the car. Just before Greg got into the car, he looked with ice-cold eyes at Nick and the others.
"I know when I'm not wanted, I trusted all of you, I loved all of you like a family. But I guess only I feel that way...well...felt that way." Then, Greg got into the car with Nigel, he closed the door, but before they left, Nigel rolled down the window.
"I hope you know, I am going to kill Greg anyway, and much more, if you know what I mean, even though he's gonna die by blood loss from that gunshot wound of his. Goodbye CSIs, I win this game." Nigel smiled wickedly, rolled up the window, and they drove off, leaving five distraught CSIs, one detective, and many pitying and confused SWAT teams and police officers behind.
A/N: Reviews plz!!! I know this chapter is short, but the next chapter will be longer! So stick around! =D
Everyone watched helplessly as the bullet was shot, and unexpectantly, Nigel suddenly dove away to the side. And to everyone's horror, Greg was exposed, sitting on a chair, the bullet hit Greg on the left shoulder, and went through, implanting itself into the wall. Greg yelled in shock and pain as the force pushed Greg and the chair back against the wall (he was sitting right in front of the wall, so, he didn't fall back THAT far.) Nick stood with his gun still in his hand, eyes wide and mouth open. Warrick's eyes widened in shock, and Sara covered her mouth with her hands, eyes watering. Catherine dropped her gun onto the floor in horror, Brass' eyes and mouth was wide, and Grissom closed his eyes in disappointment and failure. While Nigel stood up, pulled out his own gun, and aimed it right at Greg's head, a smug smile on his face.
"Oh Nick, Nick, Nick! Why did you just shoot your best friend?" Nigel said, and he ripped Greg's blindfolds off. Greg had heard this, he opened his eyes to reveal his hurt expression, Greg didn't want to believe it, but that was the truth. Greg could see that Nick had his gun still pointed at him.
"Nick...you...why did you..." Greg's eyes went wide, tears pouring down his face, and he looked away, anger, pain, and sorrow tugged at his heart, the emotions consumed his external pain, and it was momentarily forgotten.
"I knew you hated me, but...I never knew that you'd...that you would want to get rid of me...forever! I hate you, you bastard!" Greg said coldly, his teeth clenched tight in anger.
"No! I don't hate you...Greg...I'm so-" Nick started, but was cut off by Nigel.
"Don't lie, Stokes, Greg heard you loud and clear in the break room that night, you and Grissom, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara!" The CSIs looked at Nigel with questioning eyes, but a second later, they remembered everything, and they finally realized that Greg had heard them insulting him. Nigel still held the gun at Greg's head, as he untied Greg.
"Let's go, Greggy boy, time to go." Greg winced at the pain in his shoulder, which was bleeding heavily, but he obeyed, and started to walk out of the room.
"Don't talk and don't touch Greg, or I will blow his head off." Nigel sneered, and the CSIs and SWAT teams didn't dare to move. Nigel and Greg walked out of the room, through the abandoned warehouse, out the back, followed by the CSIs, and saw Rick Johnson waiting in the car. Just before Greg got into the car, he looked with ice-cold eyes at Nick and the others.
"I know when I'm not wanted, I trusted all of you, I loved all of you like a family. But I guess only I feel that way...well...felt that way." Then, Greg got into the car with Nigel, he closed the door, but before they left, Nigel rolled down the window.
"I hope you know, I am going to kill Greg anyway, and much more, if you know what I mean, even though he's gonna die by blood loss from that gunshot wound of his. Goodbye CSIs, I win this game." Nigel smiled wickedly, rolled up the window, and they drove off, leaving five distraught CSIs, one detective, and many pitying and confused SWAT teams and police officers behind.
A/N: Reviews plz!!! I know this chapter is short, but the next chapter will be longer! So stick around! =D