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Chapter Twelve-Destinations, Guilt, and Waiting
~~~In the car where Greg is in~~~
"Where is Nikki?" Rick Johnson asked Nigel Crane.
"I dunno, when I got back, she wasn't there anymore. She probably chickened out, or maybe she saw the Greg here, had no chance of escaping, so she went off on another one of her shopping sprees." Nigel said.
"Probably...we should tell her where we're going, that is, if she's still in for the job." Rick suggested.
"All right, if she doesn't call you by midnight, we'll call her. You have her number, don't you, Johnson?"
"Yea, all right then boss. So, where are we going?"
"Well, I got a friend at the bar near the center of Vegas...the Shangrila...we can get a room there."
"There are rooms in bars?" Nigel stared at him and grinned.
"At THAT bar, yes there is, my criminal buddy uses it for his own kidnappings."
"Huh, that's interesting...so, what are we gonna do with Sanders' wound? We gonna let him bleed to death before we even get a chance to touch him?" Rick asked.
"Eh, we'll let him bleed for now, and when we get to the bar, we'll tend to it...or not. But no worries, he's not gonna die before that, I'll make sure of that." Nigel replied confidently.
As the conversation went on, Greg was sitting in the back seat, paying absolutely no attention to his kidnappers. Instead, Greg was staring out the window, not really looking at anything, many thoughts and questions were racing through Greg's mind like a freight train. He knew that he was going to die, it was just a matter of time, and he just didn't care anymore, since no one cared about him in this world. Greg's parents had died when he was a kid, while his older sister and him had gone out, and later, his sister couldn't take the life anymore, and she committed suicide, with no one left to comfort him. All of Greg's foster families had shunned and hated him, until he was old enough to take care of himself, and throughout his college years, he didn't dare to make any friends. He always kept to himself and every night of his life, nightmares and rancid visions of his dead family always plagued his dreams.
That is, until he met the CSIs, now they brought at least one smile to his face everyday. Greg trusted them, loved them like the family he never had, until they betrayed him. Until Greg had found out how they really felt, and soon enough, a wave of tears rushed out from Greg's eyes, trailing down his tear-stained face, dropping onto the seat and mixing with the crimson blood pouring out of his gunshot wound.
~~~Back at the CSI building~~~
"I can't believe I shot Greg...I shot Greg...I shot him...my best friend...my brother...our lab technician...Greg Sanders..." Nick was mumbling coherently to no one in particular. He was in the break room with Catherine and Warrick trying to comfort him and themselves. Catherine was crying a bit.
"God, Warrick, why didn't we see him in the break room with us? How could we not have noticed? If only we knew...I wouldn't have...I wouldn't have..." Catherine burst into tears.
"I know, Cath, I wouldn't have said what I said either. I didn't know that Greg trusted us so much...I never really paid that much attention to him. We weren't close, not like brother, but we were friends..." Warrick said and scoffed.
"Some friend I was...I didn't even bother to say 'hi' to him every time I saw him...God...I'm such a..."
"No! Warrick, God, no don't say it! You are not to blame, not at all! I am to blame! I never even said 'thank you' to Greg whenever he gave me results for a case! I never said anything..." Then, Catherine started to cry again as Warrick sighed and looked distant.
Grissom was in his office, telling Brass everything that had happened that horrible night, and how much they all regretted everything that they had said. While Sara stood in the lab, well, Greg's DNA lab, looking around. She was remembering the funny and stupid things that Greg had done in here where he was waiting for the results from the evidence given to him by the CSIs.
Sara choked a sob, then, she knelt down, holding onto a framed picture, that she owned, with all the CSIs, and Greg in it. It was taken a few months ago, when the team had solved a huge homicide case, and they had decided to go out to celebrate. In the picture, Grissom and Sara were at the side of the group, arms crossed and smiling brightly. Nick and Greg were at the front, knelt down, Greg with his peace sign and goofy smile, and Nick with his usual grin and a wink. While Catherine and Warrick stood behind them, making a cool face and a back to back pose, arms crossed. Sara remembered that day so clearly, it was the happiest time that she'd had in a very long time, and they had so much fun that day.
Nikki was just sitting in the break room with Nick, Catherine, and Warrick, watching them...pitying them.
'Waitaminute, we still have a chance! I don't think that Ricky or Nigel saw me when they drove away...maybe...just maybe...we still have a shot at this! But...I should wait until they're all...cried out...' Nikki thought, now, just staring at the clock.
'7:35pm...I wonder how long this is gonna take...'
A/N: Well, I told you, this is a longer chapter! Please review!!! Thanks a bunch for everyone who reviewed me!!! =D
Chapter Twelve-Destinations, Guilt, and Waiting
~~~In the car where Greg is in~~~
"Where is Nikki?" Rick Johnson asked Nigel Crane.
"I dunno, when I got back, she wasn't there anymore. She probably chickened out, or maybe she saw the Greg here, had no chance of escaping, so she went off on another one of her shopping sprees." Nigel said.
"Probably...we should tell her where we're going, that is, if she's still in for the job." Rick suggested.
"All right, if she doesn't call you by midnight, we'll call her. You have her number, don't you, Johnson?"
"Yea, all right then boss. So, where are we going?"
"Well, I got a friend at the bar near the center of Vegas...the Shangrila...we can get a room there."
"There are rooms in bars?" Nigel stared at him and grinned.
"At THAT bar, yes there is, my criminal buddy uses it for his own kidnappings."
"Huh, that's interesting...so, what are we gonna do with Sanders' wound? We gonna let him bleed to death before we even get a chance to touch him?" Rick asked.
"Eh, we'll let him bleed for now, and when we get to the bar, we'll tend to it...or not. But no worries, he's not gonna die before that, I'll make sure of that." Nigel replied confidently.
As the conversation went on, Greg was sitting in the back seat, paying absolutely no attention to his kidnappers. Instead, Greg was staring out the window, not really looking at anything, many thoughts and questions were racing through Greg's mind like a freight train. He knew that he was going to die, it was just a matter of time, and he just didn't care anymore, since no one cared about him in this world. Greg's parents had died when he was a kid, while his older sister and him had gone out, and later, his sister couldn't take the life anymore, and she committed suicide, with no one left to comfort him. All of Greg's foster families had shunned and hated him, until he was old enough to take care of himself, and throughout his college years, he didn't dare to make any friends. He always kept to himself and every night of his life, nightmares and rancid visions of his dead family always plagued his dreams.
That is, until he met the CSIs, now they brought at least one smile to his face everyday. Greg trusted them, loved them like the family he never had, until they betrayed him. Until Greg had found out how they really felt, and soon enough, a wave of tears rushed out from Greg's eyes, trailing down his tear-stained face, dropping onto the seat and mixing with the crimson blood pouring out of his gunshot wound.
~~~Back at the CSI building~~~
"I can't believe I shot Greg...I shot Greg...I shot him...my best friend...my brother...our lab technician...Greg Sanders..." Nick was mumbling coherently to no one in particular. He was in the break room with Catherine and Warrick trying to comfort him and themselves. Catherine was crying a bit.
"God, Warrick, why didn't we see him in the break room with us? How could we not have noticed? If only we knew...I wouldn't have...I wouldn't have..." Catherine burst into tears.
"I know, Cath, I wouldn't have said what I said either. I didn't know that Greg trusted us so much...I never really paid that much attention to him. We weren't close, not like brother, but we were friends..." Warrick said and scoffed.
"Some friend I was...I didn't even bother to say 'hi' to him every time I saw him...God...I'm such a..."
"No! Warrick, God, no don't say it! You are not to blame, not at all! I am to blame! I never even said 'thank you' to Greg whenever he gave me results for a case! I never said anything..." Then, Catherine started to cry again as Warrick sighed and looked distant.
Grissom was in his office, telling Brass everything that had happened that horrible night, and how much they all regretted everything that they had said. While Sara stood in the lab, well, Greg's DNA lab, looking around. She was remembering the funny and stupid things that Greg had done in here where he was waiting for the results from the evidence given to him by the CSIs.
Sara choked a sob, then, she knelt down, holding onto a framed picture, that she owned, with all the CSIs, and Greg in it. It was taken a few months ago, when the team had solved a huge homicide case, and they had decided to go out to celebrate. In the picture, Grissom and Sara were at the side of the group, arms crossed and smiling brightly. Nick and Greg were at the front, knelt down, Greg with his peace sign and goofy smile, and Nick with his usual grin and a wink. While Catherine and Warrick stood behind them, making a cool face and a back to back pose, arms crossed. Sara remembered that day so clearly, it was the happiest time that she'd had in a very long time, and they had so much fun that day.
Nikki was just sitting in the break room with Nick, Catherine, and Warrick, watching them...pitying them.
'Waitaminute, we still have a chance! I don't think that Ricky or Nigel saw me when they drove away...maybe...just maybe...we still have a shot at this! But...I should wait until they're all...cried out...' Nikki thought, now, just staring at the clock.
'7:35pm...I wonder how long this is gonna take...'
A/N: Well, I told you, this is a longer chapter! Please review!!! Thanks a bunch for everyone who reviewed me!!! =D