Title: City Lights
Disclaimer: Same as usual.
Chapter Title: Addiction
"Miss Radser," Gil Grissom said as he, Detective Brass, and CSI Warrick Brown sat in the interrogation room questioning their new suspect Phoebe Radser. She of course, had hired a lawyer because she believed that she was innocent. "We have evidence to believe that you are the reason behind the gang attacks."
She cocked her head to the side. "Really? How so? Because I know for a fact that I have nothing to do with that low life."
"Mark Grimman?"
"Who cares what his name is." She replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Anyway," Grissom said as he continued, "We found your fingerprints on the cash envelope you gave to the gang members. We also found evidence on your computer about meetings and written documents about the break in."
"So, what made you do it?" Brass asked as Phoebe kept her gaze on the table.
"You don't have to answer." Her lawyer said as Phoebe shook her head.
Grissom exchanged glances with Warrick and Brass before Phoebe spoke.
"Mark and Jared made me a deal. They promised me if I gave them the money than they'd take care of that screwed up store. They said they'd hook up with a bunch of their buddies and get rid of that place. I never thought though that they'd take people hostage. I just wanted that store to go down in flames!"
"It's a convenience store." Warrick said as Phoebe glared at him.
"The guy who owns that store, Gary Renol, killed my uncle four years ago. No CSI ever came out to investigate. You want to know why? It's because Gary was a police cop who ruled it out as suicide. I know damn well that it wasn't suicide. It was murder."
"So you wanted to destroy his store?"
"Damn straight I did. I prayed that he was there when they did it but the asshole was on vacation with his family."
"But why would Mark and the gang take Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders as hostages?"
"Don't ask me. As them. I'm not the one who's up smokin' pot before I go destroy a store."
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Greg had healed from the bullet more quickly than the doctors had suspected. He'd have days when he could barely walk but besides that Greg was up on his feet, pacing the hospital waiting room floor.
Catherine had gone home but Sara stayed. She felt that Greg needed someone there while he was suffering through all of this. Needed someone there that could sort of understand his pain.
He rubbed the back of his neck as he fell sleepily into the chair besides her.
"You ok?" She asked, as she rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah," he lied as he looked at her, "Why? Do I look that bad?"
She smiled lightly as she nodded. "You should head home."
He shook his head. "No. I want to be here when they let me in. I feel like part of this is my fault."
"Greg, this isn't your fault."
"If I only wasn't so stupid. If only I didn't run away and get shot and then leave Nick all alone by himself than maybe he wouldn't have suffered so much!" He said, his voice getting louder.
People that had fallen asleep in the waiting room chairs had begun to wake up at the sound of Greg's voice getting louder.
"Sara, this is part of my fault. If I wasn't so stupid!" He yelled as he held his head in his hands.
"Greg," she said as she wrapped both of her arms around him and pulled him close to her body, "Greg, it's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself."
Greg had given up holding everything in as Sara pulled him close. He had almost lost one of his closest friends and the tears came unexpected.
Sara had noticed the fresh tears that were escaping Greg's eyes as she had to bite her lip. She had too so she wouldn't also break down. She had never seen Greg so down before in her life and it made her want to hold him forever. Want to hold him until all the pain had gone away.
AN: So, I finally updated and I promise it will not take me months before another update. I promise to get to work on the next chapter right after I finished posting this. Plus, this may be the 2nd to last chapter in this story so the next chapter MIGHT be the last. Review please!
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