Chapter Sixteen-Discovered, Hostage, and One Death...or Two Deaths?
Suddenly, while Nick was sitting there, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Nick looked up, looked around frantically, and to his absolute horror, he met the widened eyes of...Nigel Crane.
Nick's eyes widened and swore as Nigel smiled evilly and ran away towards the back.
"Shit! Crane saw me! He's headed for Greg! I'm moving in right now!" Nick yelled into his wire.
"Okay, go, go, go! Attention all units, move in, now!" Brass called over the radio. Then, as Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara rushed through the crowds of people towards the back, lots of police officers came into the bar, and evacuated the bar customers. As the cop at the back listened to Brass' order, Nigel slipped into Greg's holding room.
"Come on, Greg, time to go!" Nigel snarled as he violently pulled Greg up on his feet. Greg was semi-conscious, and he groggily stood up. Nigel Crane quickly looked for his gun, but remembered that he gave it to Rick. Crane swore, but then he remembered that he had a switchblade in his shoes. Nigel took it out, held it at Greg's neck, and started out the door.
"Smarten up, Greg, and don't try anything stupid like trying to get away." Nigel said into Greg's ear.
"Open the door." Nigel said, when Greg hesitated, Nigel yelled.
"Open the door!" Greg winced at the loud noise, and did as he was told.
'What does he want now? And why is he holding a knife against my neck? It's not like I have any strength to escape or anything...and it's now like anyone's here to save me from this psycho...' Greg thought weakly as his legs went numb caused by blood loss. As the door opened, Greg's eyes widened when SWAT teams and the CSIs were pointing flashlights and guns in his direction.
"What the hell?" Greg said, surprised.
"Shoot! Shoot him, and he'll die!" Nigel yelled. The CSIs gasped in horror when they saw the condition Greg was in.
"Shit, man..." Nick whispered. Nigel laughed menacingly.
"Let go of him, Nigel, and we'll plead in court for a shorter jail time..." Brass said calmly.
"Whatever, what makes you think I'll believe you? I kidnapped and hurt you little lab rat, why the hell would you want to plead for me?" Nigel said bitterly.
"Just let go of Greg Sanders, and we'll do-"
"You came for me?" Greg interrupted, stunned. The CSIs looked at him with shocked eyes.
"Of course we came for you, Greg, we couldn't just leave you!" Nick said incredulously. Greg stared at Nick with empty eyes.
'They came to get me...? Why? Wh-he shot me! Don't they all hate me? I...what's going on?' Greg thought, he was totally confused.
"Shut up! It's too late to help Greg anyway! No use In sharing fake friendly moments!" Nigel yelled.
"Where's Johnson? Johnson?!"
"We arrested him already, now, do what we say, and let go of Greg!" Warrick yelled.
"Shit! Damn you CSIs!" Nigel spat. Just then, Nikki came out of the washroom, and Nigel spotted her.
"O'Reily! Good! Come here!" Nigel commanded. Nikki froze, then, she saw a gun on the ground a few feet away from her, behind the bar, and she started to walk there. (Hey! It's a lucky coincidence!) Once she reached the bar, she intentionally knelt down, took the gun, quickly got back up, and slipped the gun in her back jean pocked.
"Why the hell did you drop down? Scared?" Nigel said as Nikki stood behind him.
"No, thought I saw a $50 bill on the ground." Nikki replied, trying to sound calm, and Nigel scoffed.
"Now, let us go, you damn authorities..."
"No way, you bastard, let Greg go!" Nick yelled.
"Nick, Nick, Nick, calm down there, buddy. Come on Nigel, let's make a deal! You let go of Greg, and we'll let you go." Brass said.
"Stop lying, you're just gonna shoot me once I let go of Greg. Either way, I'm dead meat, so I'll just take someone to hell with me. And, oh, the perfect person, Greg Sanders! He will join me!" Nigel said dangerously. Then, Nigel started to cut Greg's throat and Greg winced as he felt blood start to run down his throat. Suddenly, Greg's legs started buckle and he had a dull ache everywhere, that he didn't even know where the wounds were anymore, and the room started to spin in Greg's eyes, as he swayed dangerously, and his eyes started to droop down.
"No! Greg!" Nick panicked. Sara's eyes went wide as her hands started to shake. Catherine gritted her teeth angrily, while Warrick and Grissom tightened their grip on their guns. Brass immediately called for the paramedics on his radio. As Nigel suddenly felt Greg sink down, he was distracted, and Nikki took this moment to her advantage. Nikki's hands shook wildly as she swiftly reached for the gun in her back pocked and aimed it at Nigel's head. Nikki's eyes went wide, and her face paled, as she pulled the trigger of the gun with only a moment of hesitation. Everyone stopped as they heard a gun sound, the CSIs and SWAT teams looked with shocked eyes at Nikki, and watched as Nigel's eyes went wide with horror. Nigel Crane dropped the switchblade onto the ground, and he fell back (and Greg fell sideways), dead. After a second of being frozen in palace, the CSIs ran to Greg's motionless body. Sara reached Greg first, she dropped down next to Greg, held his head up, as she looked at him with despair.
"Greg, please wake up! Greg! Stay with us!" Sara said.
"Yea, man, we still got a lot to talk about! I didn't even get to apologize properly yet!" Nick said.
"Hold on, Greg, just hold on!" Catherine said.
"Yea, come on, Greggo, we still need you!" Warrick said sadly. Then, the paramedics came, shooed the CSIs away, and checked over Greg.
'Hey...who are these people? why are they...why are they touching me like that? what? What the hell are they doing?!' Greg thought grimly. Then, he heard voices call to him.
"Greg, please wake up! Greg, stay with us!"
"Yea, man, we still got a lot to talk about! I didn't even get to apologize properly yet!"
"Hold on, Greg, just hold on!"
"Yea, come on, Greggo, we still need you!"
'Wha? Sara? Nick? Catherine? Warrick? What...I'm dying...is this what death feels like?' Greg thought. Then, an unknown voice sounded in his ears.
"We're losing him!"
'So I am dying...'
"No!" Greg heard another female voice yell, only this time, it became muffled, far, and quiet.
'Well, I guess...I'm gonna die...I never got to do so many things...I always wanted to get married to some girl...but it's too late now...' Greg mentally sighed.
'Looks like Dr. Robbins just got another body to analyze tonight...or today...what time is it, anyway?' Then, a dark and big hole consumed Greg, and he felt the cold touch of death.
'So, my life doesn't flash before my eyes...so tired...' Greg thought, and that was the last thing he remembered as he went unconscious. The paramedics sighed, got up, and walked to the CSIs.
"I'm sorry...we've done all we can...but we couldn't save him...he's gone."
A/N: so...Greg's really dead, isn't he...or is he? Lol! Yes.yet another cliffhanger! I'll update soon! =D Whew, long chapter! All worth it! Review plz!!!! =D
Suddenly, while Nick was sitting there, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. Nick looked up, looked around frantically, and to his absolute horror, he met the widened eyes of...Nigel Crane.
Nick's eyes widened and swore as Nigel smiled evilly and ran away towards the back.
"Shit! Crane saw me! He's headed for Greg! I'm moving in right now!" Nick yelled into his wire.
"Okay, go, go, go! Attention all units, move in, now!" Brass called over the radio. Then, as Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara rushed through the crowds of people towards the back, lots of police officers came into the bar, and evacuated the bar customers. As the cop at the back listened to Brass' order, Nigel slipped into Greg's holding room.
"Come on, Greg, time to go!" Nigel snarled as he violently pulled Greg up on his feet. Greg was semi-conscious, and he groggily stood up. Nigel Crane quickly looked for his gun, but remembered that he gave it to Rick. Crane swore, but then he remembered that he had a switchblade in his shoes. Nigel took it out, held it at Greg's neck, and started out the door.
"Smarten up, Greg, and don't try anything stupid like trying to get away." Nigel said into Greg's ear.
"Open the door." Nigel said, when Greg hesitated, Nigel yelled.
"Open the door!" Greg winced at the loud noise, and did as he was told.
'What does he want now? And why is he holding a knife against my neck? It's not like I have any strength to escape or anything...and it's now like anyone's here to save me from this psycho...' Greg thought weakly as his legs went numb caused by blood loss. As the door opened, Greg's eyes widened when SWAT teams and the CSIs were pointing flashlights and guns in his direction.
"What the hell?" Greg said, surprised.
"Shoot! Shoot him, and he'll die!" Nigel yelled. The CSIs gasped in horror when they saw the condition Greg was in.
"Shit, man..." Nick whispered. Nigel laughed menacingly.
"Let go of him, Nigel, and we'll plead in court for a shorter jail time..." Brass said calmly.
"Whatever, what makes you think I'll believe you? I kidnapped and hurt you little lab rat, why the hell would you want to plead for me?" Nigel said bitterly.
"Just let go of Greg Sanders, and we'll do-"
"You came for me?" Greg interrupted, stunned. The CSIs looked at him with shocked eyes.
"Of course we came for you, Greg, we couldn't just leave you!" Nick said incredulously. Greg stared at Nick with empty eyes.
'They came to get me...? Why? Wh-he shot me! Don't they all hate me? I...what's going on?' Greg thought, he was totally confused.
"Shut up! It's too late to help Greg anyway! No use In sharing fake friendly moments!" Nigel yelled.
"Where's Johnson? Johnson?!"
"We arrested him already, now, do what we say, and let go of Greg!" Warrick yelled.
"Shit! Damn you CSIs!" Nigel spat. Just then, Nikki came out of the washroom, and Nigel spotted her.
"O'Reily! Good! Come here!" Nigel commanded. Nikki froze, then, she saw a gun on the ground a few feet away from her, behind the bar, and she started to walk there. (Hey! It's a lucky coincidence!) Once she reached the bar, she intentionally knelt down, took the gun, quickly got back up, and slipped the gun in her back jean pocked.
"Why the hell did you drop down? Scared?" Nigel said as Nikki stood behind him.
"No, thought I saw a $50 bill on the ground." Nikki replied, trying to sound calm, and Nigel scoffed.
"Now, let us go, you damn authorities..."
"No way, you bastard, let Greg go!" Nick yelled.
"Nick, Nick, Nick, calm down there, buddy. Come on Nigel, let's make a deal! You let go of Greg, and we'll let you go." Brass said.
"Stop lying, you're just gonna shoot me once I let go of Greg. Either way, I'm dead meat, so I'll just take someone to hell with me. And, oh, the perfect person, Greg Sanders! He will join me!" Nigel said dangerously. Then, Nigel started to cut Greg's throat and Greg winced as he felt blood start to run down his throat. Suddenly, Greg's legs started buckle and he had a dull ache everywhere, that he didn't even know where the wounds were anymore, and the room started to spin in Greg's eyes, as he swayed dangerously, and his eyes started to droop down.
"No! Greg!" Nick panicked. Sara's eyes went wide as her hands started to shake. Catherine gritted her teeth angrily, while Warrick and Grissom tightened their grip on their guns. Brass immediately called for the paramedics on his radio. As Nigel suddenly felt Greg sink down, he was distracted, and Nikki took this moment to her advantage. Nikki's hands shook wildly as she swiftly reached for the gun in her back pocked and aimed it at Nigel's head. Nikki's eyes went wide, and her face paled, as she pulled the trigger of the gun with only a moment of hesitation. Everyone stopped as they heard a gun sound, the CSIs and SWAT teams looked with shocked eyes at Nikki, and watched as Nigel's eyes went wide with horror. Nigel Crane dropped the switchblade onto the ground, and he fell back (and Greg fell sideways), dead. After a second of being frozen in palace, the CSIs ran to Greg's motionless body. Sara reached Greg first, she dropped down next to Greg, held his head up, as she looked at him with despair.
"Greg, please wake up! Greg! Stay with us!" Sara said.
"Yea, man, we still got a lot to talk about! I didn't even get to apologize properly yet!" Nick said.
"Hold on, Greg, just hold on!" Catherine said.
"Yea, come on, Greggo, we still need you!" Warrick said sadly. Then, the paramedics came, shooed the CSIs away, and checked over Greg.
'Hey...who are these people? why are they...why are they touching me like that? what? What the hell are they doing?!' Greg thought grimly. Then, he heard voices call to him.
"Greg, please wake up! Greg, stay with us!"
"Yea, man, we still got a lot to talk about! I didn't even get to apologize properly yet!"
"Hold on, Greg, just hold on!"
"Yea, come on, Greggo, we still need you!"
'Wha? Sara? Nick? Catherine? Warrick? What...I'm dying...is this what death feels like?' Greg thought. Then, an unknown voice sounded in his ears.
"We're losing him!"
'So I am dying...'
"No!" Greg heard another female voice yell, only this time, it became muffled, far, and quiet.
'Well, I guess...I'm gonna die...I never got to do so many things...I always wanted to get married to some girl...but it's too late now...' Greg mentally sighed.
'Looks like Dr. Robbins just got another body to analyze tonight...or today...what time is it, anyway?' Then, a dark and big hole consumed Greg, and he felt the cold touch of death.
'So, my life doesn't flash before my eyes...so tired...' Greg thought, and that was the last thing he remembered as he went unconscious. The paramedics sighed, got up, and walked to the CSIs.
"I'm sorry...we've done all we can...but we couldn't save him...he's gone."
A/N: so...Greg's really dead, isn't he...or is he? Lol! Yes.yet another cliffhanger! I'll update soon! =D Whew, long chapter! All worth it! Review plz!!!! =D