Chapter Twenty Nine
AUTHOR WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS BECAUSE THERE ARE REALLY BRIEF DISCRIPTIONS OF ACTIONS THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED AS SEXUAL HARRASSMENT!!! (It's really not detailed)
"They found Nikki O'Reilly's body outside the hospital, by the road."
"Excuse me...coming through...excuse me...ow!" Warrick yelped as a wheelchair rolled over his foot.
"Watch where you're going!" The old, grouch woman scolded him.
"You're telling me?" The woman glared at Warrick, who in turn, raised his hands up as a sign of peace.
"Okay...I'm sorry. Please, I'm trying to get through these people! I'm a Crime Scene Investigator!"
"Sure, and we always need one of you." The woman grumbled, and rolled away as best she could. Warrick scoffed and shook his head, and he, Nick, and Grissom continued to squeeze through the ever-increasing crowd of people towards the front.
"Why are there so many people here? There's a hospital across the street, for God's sake, look at bodies there!" Nick exclaimed. Warrick cursed loudly as another person stepped on his foot. Nick chuckled.
"Hang in there, buddy, almost there." A long while afterwards, the trio finally approached the line of policemen trying to seal off the area, flashed their badges at one of them, and walked over to Brass, who was staring at a man being interviewed by a policeman.
"That man claimed that while he was driving down this road, he saw a tall, Caucasian man stab O'Reilly twice, one in the chest, and once in the back, before jumping into the trees. He identified the man as Johnson after I showed him a photo."
"So Rick killed Nikki...why?"
"I never said she was dead." Grissom raised an eyebrow.
"We didn't see her coming into the hospital." Warrick stated.
"It wouldn't be any use, she's in the ambulance right now. By the looks of it, she's gonna be dead before this crowd gets bored. She's conscious now, by the way."
"So we still have time to ask her questions." Brass nodded.
"She's all yours." The four men walked to the truck, and Grissom went inside, sitting by the head of Nikki.
"Nikki O'Reilly, it's Gil Grissom, CSI, we know you poisoned Greg, and we know all about your mother's death. Please, Greg had nothing to do with her death, he wasn't even born then! Where is the cure for the poison? We can still save him." Nikki attempted to laugh, but only managed to make a gurgling sound as she choked in her own blood.
"If...I st...still had...the da...damn thing...I would...destroy it...in front of...your path...pathetic face. That bastard...Ri...Rick...he had a...plan of his...own...he...he's insane..." Nikki coughed violently.
"No...if...he didn't...like my...gender...why...did he...stay..." Then, Nikki stared straight into Grissom's eyes.
"You...made...th...the biggest...mistake...for com...coming down...here...he's all...alone..." Nikki rasped, then her eyes closed, and her body went limp, yet an evil smirk stayed on her lips. Grissom pondered on those words for a while, before his eyes widened. At the same time, the other three men seemed to realize it as well.
Greg was all alone.
Immediately, the four of them ran at a breakneck speed back to the hospital, literally mowing down the crowd of people. A few minutes later, the four men approached the door to Greg's room, with their guns drawn. Warrick went to the left side of the door, Nick went on the right, while Brass was positioned at the center, with Grissom poised behind him. Brass nodded to each CSI, and he suddenly kicked opened the door. Horror crossed each man's expression.
The room was empty.
Instantly, Brass took out his radio, and ordered all units around and in the hospital to look out for Johnson.
"Damn it!" Nick yelled.
"Come on, Greg's still unconscious, so he couldn't have gotten far." Grissom said. Warrick noticed the door leading to the room beside Greg's room was wide open, and he ran inside.
"Excuse me, hi, did you see a tall, brown-haired Caucasian man come by here carrying something?" The woman nodded, looking frightened.
"He...he stumbled in here...a while ago, with...carrying a gun! And...and a young, blonde-haired man was with him...he...he wanted help!" Warrick nodded grimly.
"Okay, which hall did he go down, the left, or right?"
"The...the left...towards the back, he said...they needed to go away."
"Thank you." Warrick said quickly, and walked out of the room.
"He's headed to the back exit!" Warrick shouted. Brass repeated the information into the radio, and the four men started running down the hallway.
Greg screamed again in pain as Rick dragged him down the hallway violently.
"Shhh...shh...it'll be fine, I'll take good care of you. That bitch put in too much of the poison...but I killed her, so no one will get in our way again." Rick said quickly. Greg winced, and he fell down to the floor.
"You're...insane! I...I can't go any...farther..." Greg gasped through labored breaths.
"Oh shit...where are the stairs..." Rick muttered, then the spotted the door leading to the stairs, and he grinned.
"Come on." Rick picked Greg up with little difficulty, kicked open the door, and laid Greg on some steps. Then, he started looking for something in his jacked pockets. A moment later, he cried out in triumph, and took out a small bottle of a white liquid.
"Wh...what is...that?" Greg rasped.
"The antidote to the poison, of course! I had to kill Nikki because she wouldn't have let me cure you. We're married, you know, but only to her, I got rid of my ring. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to! But I was so mad at you for leaving me, and I had nowhere else to go!" Rick yelled.
'What the hell is this guy saying?' Greg wondered.
'He's nuts!' Then, Rick inched closer to Greg.
"I have always had my eye on you...always...I have always loved you." Rick said softly. Immediately, Greg's eyes widened, completely horrified.
"Oh shit..." Greg whispered.
"You're amazing." Rick stated lovingly, and leaned in closer to Greg's face. Greg recoiled, and turned his head away, only to have the tip of the gun pressed up against his temple, pushing his head back. Rick put the antidote on the step above Greg, and put his hand against Greg's stomach. The frightening memories instantly resurfaced in Greg's mind, and tears came to his eyes.
"No...not again..."
"Shh..." Rick whispered, and unlocked the safety switch. Hearing the clicking sound, Greg's pleads reduced to quiet whimpers. Rick kissed Greg's chin, then down to his neck in an agonizingly slow way. Greg started sobbing.
"You can't...do this..." Rick ignored his words, and his hand started to lift up Greg's white hospital shirt. Just then, Rick stopped, noticing Greg's tears, and he kissed his forehead. Too caught up in the moment, Rick failed to realize that the gun in his hand, had dropped on to the stair by Greg's shoulder, and placed his hand on the side of his neck.
Greg heard the clatter of the gun, and he slowly reached for it with his other hand. By the time he finally grabbed hold of the gun, Rick had begun kissing his neck again, with his hand straying up further on his chest. Then, he brought the gun to his side slowly, and his grip tightened.
"Wait...hold on, I need to...tell you...let me...show you...something." Greg whispered. Rick frowned, and lifted himself up slightly. It was then that he realized that he no longer held his gun.
But it was already too late.
"You'll die before you touch me again, you dirty bastard."
Suddenly, a deafening, solitary 'BANG' pierced through the quiet atmosphere.
TBC...
(PLEASE READ) A/N: Whew! I finally did it! Another chapter update, finally! I'm so proud of myself, hehe. I know, I know, I'm so sorry for not updating for more than half a year...but...actually, I'm not gonna make up any excuses. I'm sorry. Haha, that's all I'm going to say. But yes, this chapter, well, that little part you just read that might have been disturbing to some of you, was very hard for me to write because I shudder at the idea of rape, much less actions that would have led to it. But I'm through it now, and all's well again.
Yes, Nikki is definitely gone for good. I might revise this story though, because I feel that there wasn't enough information about Nikki O'Reilly, like who she really is, and things like that, because I read my story over again, and it seems like I just randomly threw in explanations that mixed the characters' personalities up. And no, not everyone was insane in this story, just...weird, I have to clear that up too, though we do have a lot of psychopaths in our society today.
On a more important note, this story is officially coming to an end, just one or two more chapters left, and then I'll try to edit this story into a masterpiece! Hehe, probably impossible for me, but I'll make it for the better. OH YEAH, and to the reviewer who asked me if there's going to be any Greg/Sara relationships, NO, there will be no deep relationship stuff cause I don't really like that idea. BUT...just for you, I'll add just a teeny little something at the END, that MIGHT imply a little 'future happenings' for Greg and Sara.
Thank you to all reviewers who encouraged me and corrected me in so many ways, and thank you for the emails that people sent to hurry me up. I really appreciate them all, so, please continue to review to leave encouraging messages, questions, or constructive criticism....or whatever you want to say! So, stick around! There's more coming up soon!