Chapter Fifteen-Plan in Action, Condition, and Seen
~~~Outside of the Shangrila bar~~~
"Alright, is everyone in position?" Brass asked through the radio. And a bunch of 'yes sir's replied.
"Good, Nick, Sara, Warrick, and Catherine, you can go into the bar now. Remember, avoid Nigel, lose the tough façade, and good luck."
"Right, thanks Brass, we will." Catherine replied as she spoke into the wire behind her coat. Then, the four CSIs got out from their car, and entered the bar, showing their IDs to the two security guards at the entrance. 10 minutes later, Brass signaled the undercover cop to go to the bar. He went into the bar, and took the table at the very back of the bar. The cop saw two doors at the back, and eyed each one suspiciously. The cop informed Brass and Grissom about this, and they told the cop to leave it be.
"Nick? Sara? Catherine? Warrick? Do you see Nigel Crane anywhere?" Grissom asked through the radio. Warrick slowly scanned the whole bar quickly.
"No, he could be in the washroom, or in the room where Greg is."
"Okay, what about Rick Johnson?" Brass asked. Catherine looked around the bar, and abruptly stopped, quickly turned her head and looked back at the people around her table.
"I see him, he's sitting where the bartender is...he seems to be waiting for Nikki." Catherine said.
"Okay, thanks, keep up the good work." Grissom said.
"Nikki? You can go now, and remember, pretend like you know nothing, okay?" Brass reminded Nikki.
"Right, will do." Nikki replied, she took a deep breath, walked around the block, and entered the bar. She looked around, eyed the CSIs at the far end table at one wall, she saw the undercover cop, and she nodded to him. Then, Nikki spotted Rick Johnson sitting on a stool near the bartender, and she approached him.
"Hey darlin'!" Nikki said sweetly as se plopped down on the stool next to Rick. Rick looked to Nikki and grinned.
"Hey babe! So, where you went shopping?"
"Oh, nowhere important, I just wanna know, how are you, darlin'?"
"I've never been better! I got my exercise from beatin' the livin' hell outta Greggy boy!" Rick laughed menacingly, and Grissom and Brass winced as they heard the conversation. (Remember, Nikki's wearing a wire too) Meanwhile, the other four undercover cops entered the bar, two of them sat near the front door, and the other two sat near Nikki and Rick.
"Is Greg dead?"
"I dunno...maybe, let's check." Rick suggested. Nikki smiled faintly.
"Alright, let's go." Then, Rick took Nikki's hand, and guided her through the crowds of people, led her to the back, and went to the door to the right, closer to one of the cops. As they passed, the cop nodded to Nikki, and she smiled a bit.
"Brass? Mr. Sanders is in the room to the right, Ms. O'Reily and Rick Johnson just entered the room...should we move in?" The cop asked Brass through the wire.
"No, not yet, when Ms. O'Reily and Johnson comes back out, I will contact with Ms. O'Reily first, and then I'll get back to you later." Brass answered.
"Yes, sir."
~~~Meanwhile~~~
As Nikki entered the room, she wanted to throw up because of the strong stench of blood all over the room. And when she saw Greg on the ground, bleeding all over, Nikki wanted to cry. But instead, she held it in as best she could, and only gasped in horror. Rick paid no attention to Nikki, he walked to Greg's unmoving body, knelt down, and checked for a pulse. A while later, Rick stood up and smiled evilly.
"Well, Greggy boy hasn't died yet, but he's very close to it, his pulse is slower and weaker than it should be. He certainly will not make it through the night...maybe not even this hour!" Rick said proudly.
"Not a bad job, if I don't say so myself." Rick said again and he kicked Greg in the ribs roughly.
"Ah, well, let's go back out, he's almost dead anyway." Rick said coldly. Nikki nodded in agreement, she couldn't stand to be in that room any further. So, Rick and Nikki left the room, just as Greg started to regain consciousness. Right after Nikki exited room, she excused herself went to the washroom, and started to cry.
"Nikki? Nikki? Are you alright?" Grissom's voice came on Nikki's earpiece.
"Y-yea...it's just...it's just...you didn't see Greg...you didn't smell the room, the blood...it was so horrible!" Nikki cried.
"Yea, it probably was...well, we can take it from here...we're just gonna clear everyone out from the bar, and we'll get the SWAT teams in there. So, you can leave now...yea, come back to the truck...it'll be alright." Grissom comforted her.
"Yea...okay...I just need to get ahold of myself...I'll be out in a bit."
"Alright." Then, Grissom told the other CSIs and cops what had happened, while Brass told the ambulance to get ready.
~~~In the truck~~~
In the truck where Brass and Grissom kept watch, they wanted to run into the bar and wring Rick and Nigel's neck for beating Greg so brutally.
"I swear, I'll definitely be there when they decide to put the death sentence on Johnson and Crane...those bastards..." Brass said angrily. While Grissom remained calm and silent on the outside, in his mind, Grissom was swearing in flying colours.
'Damn it all...just last week, Greg was just fine, sticking markers up his nose, (that really happened in one of the CSI episodes, didn't it? I saw a picture of it!) but now, Greg hates them, and he's dying! What kind of a world is this?!' Grissom thought bitterly to himself.
~~~Back at the Shangrila~~~
While Nick was sitting there, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, Nick looked up, looked around, and to his absolute horror, his eyes met the widened eyes of none other than...Nigel Crane...
A/N: Whoa!!! So...Nigel sees Nick!! Getting interesting! LOL!!! Reviews= more chapters! =D
~~~Outside of the Shangrila bar~~~
"Alright, is everyone in position?" Brass asked through the radio. And a bunch of 'yes sir's replied.
"Good, Nick, Sara, Warrick, and Catherine, you can go into the bar now. Remember, avoid Nigel, lose the tough façade, and good luck."
"Right, thanks Brass, we will." Catherine replied as she spoke into the wire behind her coat. Then, the four CSIs got out from their car, and entered the bar, showing their IDs to the two security guards at the entrance. 10 minutes later, Brass signaled the undercover cop to go to the bar. He went into the bar, and took the table at the very back of the bar. The cop saw two doors at the back, and eyed each one suspiciously. The cop informed Brass and Grissom about this, and they told the cop to leave it be.
"Nick? Sara? Catherine? Warrick? Do you see Nigel Crane anywhere?" Grissom asked through the radio. Warrick slowly scanned the whole bar quickly.
"No, he could be in the washroom, or in the room where Greg is."
"Okay, what about Rick Johnson?" Brass asked. Catherine looked around the bar, and abruptly stopped, quickly turned her head and looked back at the people around her table.
"I see him, he's sitting where the bartender is...he seems to be waiting for Nikki." Catherine said.
"Okay, thanks, keep up the good work." Grissom said.
"Nikki? You can go now, and remember, pretend like you know nothing, okay?" Brass reminded Nikki.
"Right, will do." Nikki replied, she took a deep breath, walked around the block, and entered the bar. She looked around, eyed the CSIs at the far end table at one wall, she saw the undercover cop, and she nodded to him. Then, Nikki spotted Rick Johnson sitting on a stool near the bartender, and she approached him.
"Hey darlin'!" Nikki said sweetly as se plopped down on the stool next to Rick. Rick looked to Nikki and grinned.
"Hey babe! So, where you went shopping?"
"Oh, nowhere important, I just wanna know, how are you, darlin'?"
"I've never been better! I got my exercise from beatin' the livin' hell outta Greggy boy!" Rick laughed menacingly, and Grissom and Brass winced as they heard the conversation. (Remember, Nikki's wearing a wire too) Meanwhile, the other four undercover cops entered the bar, two of them sat near the front door, and the other two sat near Nikki and Rick.
"Is Greg dead?"
"I dunno...maybe, let's check." Rick suggested. Nikki smiled faintly.
"Alright, let's go." Then, Rick took Nikki's hand, and guided her through the crowds of people, led her to the back, and went to the door to the right, closer to one of the cops. As they passed, the cop nodded to Nikki, and she smiled a bit.
"Brass? Mr. Sanders is in the room to the right, Ms. O'Reily and Rick Johnson just entered the room...should we move in?" The cop asked Brass through the wire.
"No, not yet, when Ms. O'Reily and Johnson comes back out, I will contact with Ms. O'Reily first, and then I'll get back to you later." Brass answered.
"Yes, sir."
~~~Meanwhile~~~
As Nikki entered the room, she wanted to throw up because of the strong stench of blood all over the room. And when she saw Greg on the ground, bleeding all over, Nikki wanted to cry. But instead, she held it in as best she could, and only gasped in horror. Rick paid no attention to Nikki, he walked to Greg's unmoving body, knelt down, and checked for a pulse. A while later, Rick stood up and smiled evilly.
"Well, Greggy boy hasn't died yet, but he's very close to it, his pulse is slower and weaker than it should be. He certainly will not make it through the night...maybe not even this hour!" Rick said proudly.
"Not a bad job, if I don't say so myself." Rick said again and he kicked Greg in the ribs roughly.
"Ah, well, let's go back out, he's almost dead anyway." Rick said coldly. Nikki nodded in agreement, she couldn't stand to be in that room any further. So, Rick and Nikki left the room, just as Greg started to regain consciousness. Right after Nikki exited room, she excused herself went to the washroom, and started to cry.
"Nikki? Nikki? Are you alright?" Grissom's voice came on Nikki's earpiece.
"Y-yea...it's just...it's just...you didn't see Greg...you didn't smell the room, the blood...it was so horrible!" Nikki cried.
"Yea, it probably was...well, we can take it from here...we're just gonna clear everyone out from the bar, and we'll get the SWAT teams in there. So, you can leave now...yea, come back to the truck...it'll be alright." Grissom comforted her.
"Yea...okay...I just need to get ahold of myself...I'll be out in a bit."
"Alright." Then, Grissom told the other CSIs and cops what had happened, while Brass told the ambulance to get ready.
~~~In the truck~~~
In the truck where Brass and Grissom kept watch, they wanted to run into the bar and wring Rick and Nigel's neck for beating Greg so brutally.
"I swear, I'll definitely be there when they decide to put the death sentence on Johnson and Crane...those bastards..." Brass said angrily. While Grissom remained calm and silent on the outside, in his mind, Grissom was swearing in flying colours.
'Damn it all...just last week, Greg was just fine, sticking markers up his nose, (that really happened in one of the CSI episodes, didn't it? I saw a picture of it!) but now, Greg hates them, and he's dying! What kind of a world is this?!' Grissom thought bitterly to himself.
~~~Back at the Shangrila~~~
While Nick was sitting there, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, Nick looked up, looked around, and to his absolute horror, his eyes met the widened eyes of none other than...Nigel Crane...
A/N: Whoa!!! So...Nigel sees Nick!! Getting interesting! LOL!!! Reviews= more chapters! =D