In The Shadows Chapter Three
ahhh…sweet blissfulness that is a review *swims in reviews* SORRY this took so long…been a busy girl. *jumps up and down excitedly* I GOT A CAR!! *ahem* anywho…on with the story
Grissom's POV
Sometimes we get cases that we don't want. Sometimes we have to deal. This case was no exception, except that it was very tricky. Four gunmen, one injured, and no names. Oh, this was going to be a long night.
Fumbling his confidence
And wond'ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly
Authors POV
Grissom took a moment to survey the scene. A local venue right off the strip. The band playing tonight was Ruptured Souls. A local band that just got semi-big this past month. Stopping to put on his gloves Grissom watched as Nick and Warrick walked through the door.
"I thought you were getting Sara?" asked Griss "I couldn't get her away from the missing persons database. Her case has really got her bugged. She can't find her Jane Doe." replied the younger CSI.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Nick took off in the direction of the stage with Warrick while Griss went and talked to the band members.
"Ok, so it says here that there's four people in the band. So why am I only seeing three?"
"That would be because our lead singer, Greg, was the one that got shot." answered one petrified looking drummer.
"Ah yes, Greg. Let me see here, it doesn't give a last name do you know it?"
"Well yeah, it's Sanders.
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"Serious gunshot wound to the abdomen, barely missed the lungs, this ones lucky…."
Greg knew that he heard voices. That he was sure of. He just couldn't place who's. He knew he wasn't at the venue anymore, and he knew he wasn't at work. So that left two questions. Where was he? and Why wouldn't the person talking shut up.
"Get him to OR stat. He's losing blood fast, we gotta go! NOW!"
Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
"Check his chart….find any contacts…we gotta get him into surgery. CALL THEM!!"
beep…..beep…..beep….beep….beep….beep…beep….bee……………….
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
So there it is…tell me what you think…I don't really like this chapter…couldn't make it flow as well as the others…the song is Meant To Live by Switchfoot…nother awesome band…check em out…you know the drill…three reviews…get to it..!! one….two….three….GO!!