A/N:takes in breath: Ok... yes I know, you all probably thought I'd abandoned the story, and I can see why. But please forgive me for it's not all my fault :points finger at brother: He did it! Ok ok... sorry. It was chaos. My brother, in his stupidity and ignorance, stumbled upon a certain site . , of which gave my computer this virus. Well, to make a long story short, my old computer died and we got a new one . ... Now that that's covered, read and enjoy a new chapter of this story! By the way, I have a new screen name, hence the new computer, and I've improved in my writing at least a tincy bit. If you care to know. Now read and enjoy my dear loyal reviewers!
Well, whoever had done this, obviously hadn't bothered to cover their tracks, thought Kenny. He'd been kneeling beside his friend, not at the time thinking of how ignorant he was being at the moment. Why hadn't he already been up and out of that room, searching for whom ever had done this to his dearest friend?
"Puh... dearest friend.." Kenny thought aloud.
Truly, what had Max ever really done for him? What had he done for him that was actually helpful anyway. Risk Kenny of being caught by bringing his girlfriend to the scene? What a great friend!
"Remind me to pay you when this is all over with Maxie dearest..." He grinned as he stood and nudged his friend in the ribs with his foot.
What a waist of time that was. Sitting to ponder a friendship when his hostage could possibly be on the loose. How brilliant. Now what was he to do? A gun would be helpful. Yes, a powerful weapon such as a gun always seemed to be the solution to any problem to Kenny, and it will forever be that way till the day he dies. And if he could help it, that day wouldn't be coming any time soon.
Shouting to his hostage from the other end of the hall came into mind, but Kenny had forgotten all about the whole deal just as a woman, and beautiful she was, came into view.
"What the hell. Damn it Max, I thought I told you to leave your damn girlfriends..." He began as his finger slowly slipped over to the trigger, though not making it as the woman had one the race.
She stood before him, gun in hand as it was aimed toward Kenny's head.
"Oh.." Kenny stood still in shock and surprise.
"Oh, yes, that's right. Shocking isn't it?" Catherine gave a weak grin, though it was fake as she was both worried and scared out of her mind, but a god job she did of not showing one other bit of emotion.
"Hm.." He bit his lip, eyes rolling, "Well, I don't know about you, but to me it seems "shocking" is a bit to strong of a word.."
"You stand here, a woman before with a gun to your head and you don't find this shocking. Well Kenny, if you don't recall, this is the same woman who put you in jail a few years back and oh, look where we are. So in that case, I suppose this would be expected. So yeah, I guess you're right Kenny, this isn't the least bit shocking. Oh, by the way, while we're on the subject, why don't..."
"Alright, ok, just shut the hell up already!" Kenny took a step back as Catherine had neared him in the heat of her anger.
The CSI drew in a breath, though not once did she take her eyes from the escaped jail convict, "Drop the weapon."
Kenny opened his mouth to respond, but thought better of it as he saw Catherine steady the gun.
"Drop it. Now!"
"Ok! Just chill some..." He dropped the gun without hesitating and held his hands up as in instinct to protect himself.
"Ok... now. Where's Greg?" Catherine bit down on her lip as she awaited an answer.
"Greg?" Kenny would raise a brow as in question.
"Yes, Greg. The one you kidnapped! The reason why I'm here!" She had grown a bit frustrated as she knew that Kenny knew whom she was speaking about.
"Oh yeah, him. Well..." He seemed to like giving her such suspense. Did she actually think that gun in her hand scared him? For all he knew, it wasn't even loaded.
"Spit it out damn it!" Catherine shoved the gun to his temple.
Kenny sighed, showing that the gun obviously hadn't portrayed as a threat to him.
A bit confused by his behavior, Catherine took a step back, though not lowering her gun one bit, "What?"
"Oh nothing.." His eyes had been on the ground, though now slowly rising to gaze at the CSI, "It's only that.." He reached into his back pocket, a sly a menacing look drawing upon his face "I have this beautiful little gun right here and no one to shoot it at." The gun was now raised to Catherine's head.
Catherine swallowed hard, not at the time even thinking of her gun. It must have been a matter of shock, because only an idiot would give their enemy the time to take out a weapon of their own.
"Now, why don't you be a nice little girl and drop your weapon." His grin now menacing as well.
The CSI stepped back more, her head shaking, "No. How about I keep mine, and..."
"Damn it Willows. Why don't you just save the time of us arguing and drop the damn gun. I'm not waiting all day and if you'd rather do so, I'm just going to have to make sure you're out of the way quicker!" He shook the gun at her threateningly, "Now, if you don't drop your weapon, I'll have to do it for you. Or would you rather me get your friend to help make your decision!"
Catherine peered around her, thinking of her options. Well, actually, in truth she have many options. Kenny had a gun and she couldn't shoot hers without being shot herself. Though he couldn't turn his back to her without giving her a chance to shoot him, so he couldn't do anything to Greg, if hadn't already. THey would be standing there all night if neither of them made a move, and at this rate, that was what was going happen.
No, she had to end this now. Whether she just went straight to shooting him from here, or used a bit of wit to get him to slip just once, she had to end it now.
"Dude, I heard a noise up here and..." Joe, one of Kenny's friends who had been downstairs the whole time, reached the top of the stairs and was now looking at Catherine in surprise.
"Hey Joe.." Kenny flashed a quick grin to his friend as he said the words casually, "Say hi to Catherine, my new best friend." He then grinned at the CSI.
"Dude, you didn't tell me this chick was so hot!" Joe began to walk toward Catherine in a flirtatious way.
"Stop." Catherine moved her gun from Kenny to his friend, sounding serious as ever, "Don't come any closer."
Joe held his hands out in front of him, palms facing the CSI, "Ok, ok. No need to get feisty my friend. Only trying to be nice.." He took a step back and glanced toward Kenny, "Damn, you sure you want to kill her?"
"Mm. I don't know. Perhaps I'll have a little fun with her first..."
Catherine turned to aim her gun at Kenny's temples again, "Neither of you even think about stepping one
foot closer. I'll shoot, and I won't hesitate."
"Ooo, I'm so scared." Kenny chuckled, "I'd like to see you try. You shoot me, or my friend, I'll make sure you'll go down with us. So you might want to rethink that."
"Rethink it? Oh no, I've already thought about it enough. Now, either you lower your weapon and tell me where Greg is, or suffer the consequences." She stepped closer to Joe and held the gun to his head. She was amazed how easy it was to do so, but Kenny didn't look all that bothered.
"Oh, how cute. You think I would really risk getting caught for a friend's life? Well Willows, you've really thought this over, haven't you." He nearly laughed as he saw the look on his friends face, so scared and heartbroken that his friend wasn't even going to try to help him. "Things aren't all black and white, eh? Even criminals care for their closest friends, and good people make mistakes. Well then, I guess I just avoid all the laws of nature. Because I'm black, and I aint got one speck of white in me. Go ahead, kill him. I won't stop you."
Catherine stared at him, a bit startled by his response. She couldn't just shoot this kid, he hadn't even done anything. For all she knew, he could've been forced here by Kenny as well. She lowered the gun.
"I knew it." Kenny walked up close to Catherine, staring her in the eye. "But what I don't get, is how you can get off killing my brother 5 years ago. You didn't give him a chance, did you?"
"He was going to kill me, it was self defense. That was a whole different situation. But.." Catherine stepped closer to him as well, "What I don't get, is why you say you care for no one, and still mourn for your brother. One who didn't care, wouldn't go through all this to avenge their brother's death."
Kenny glared at her, burning ambers in his eyes, as if he were about to explode. "Don't.." He shook his head, "Don't do that. You know.."
" I know what! Kenny, damn it, you don't even know what you're doing! This is just a waist of our time!" Catherine set her gun down on the floor, "Listen, you have some real issues to wok through, and I understand that. But what I don't understand, is why you go through all this when you know it isn't going to help one bit. You don't even.."
"Shut the hell up!" Kenny pinned her against the wall, palms putting force on her shoulders, "You don't know what you did! He was all I had! Then you put me in jail, and.."
All went silent as an unexpected noise came from behind Kenny, Catherine peering over his shoulder in surprise.
"Greg.."
A/N: Ahg, I say one thing and I give it away. I would say that something you're not expecting is going to happen, but every time some one says that, people always expect what would should usually be unexpected. Damn, you can't surprise people these days because they've grown to smart and expect it!