Great, over 150 schools closed in the North East because of the snow and we're the ones who had to be open! Had some family issues so… thanks for all the reviews, loved them. Thanks to krysalys73 for pointing out my misspelling and to Tygerwind8 for all your helpful suggestions, I think I will use your idea, but I might tweak it slightly. Anyway, the game continues, and thanks again for the brilliant reviews.
Nick was quick to dash behind the door, all his muscles tense for the fight. The door swung open and James strode in, stopping dead as he saw the standing team.
"Wh…!" Before he could shout any further Nick leapt out and clamped a hand over James mouth from behind. Spinning the man around he pulled his hand down and brought his other hand into a fist, driving it into the mans nose.
James spun round with the blow but stayed standing. Warrick was quick to step forward, driving his fist under James' jaw. The complete reverse of Greg's attack was given as James fell to the floor, blood flowing free. Warrick and Nick tied James up and pushed him to the middle of the room while passing a set of keys to Sara and Catherine. The pair of them searched through the keys to find the right one.
Grissom stepped forward as James began to wake up and as Warrick and Nick pulled Greg down. Grissom knelt down in front of James and put the pen knife against the mans throat while he picked up a piece of cloth to tie round James' mouth. "You move, and I will kill you." Grissom hissed.
"You wouldn't dare!" James laughed back, stopping at the look on Grissom's face.
"You kidnap my team, no my friends, hurt them and try to kill them." Grissom stated, leaning in close to James, the knife pressing into his neck. "Now tell me again why I won't kill you?" he said, locking eyes with him while removing the knife and tying the gap around his mouth.
"Grissom? You think you and Sara could carry Greg?" Warrick asked as Grissom stood back up, handing the knife over to Catherine.
"Is he alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, he's just out for the count." Nick said, leaning over Greg who they had placed on the floor.
"Sure. Catherine are you gonna be okay?" Catherine nodded and waited till Sara and Grissom had picked Greg up, holding him up from under his arms.
"Least he's light." Sara joked as Nick and Warrick checked the door to see which way to go and the group walked out. Nick up front, Catherine behind followed by Sara and Grissom with an unconscious Greg between them and Warrick bringing up the rear to watch their backs.
Brass paced up and down the main reception of the Police station. He stopped for moment and brought a hand up to the back of his head, hissing in pain as he touched the bump there.
Several of the officers were scurrying past the windowed room, trying not to get Brass angry. He had already snapped at the Sheriff and the receptionist, as well as Ecklie and half of his team as they questioned him intensively about what happened.
Having resumed his pacing he lost himself in his memories, torturing himself with the good and bad times the team and himself had had together. Greg was just getting out in the field. Catherine has a kid! Warrick, Nick and Sara are too young for this! Christ Grissom's a genius, he shouldn't go out that way! Turning back to the desk he heard the start of the next commotion. As new criminals were brought in there would be the odd ones who kicked about and screamed, it was everyday stuff, but as he turned to look at the new guy his heart stopped.
"You'll all pay!" the man screamed, trying to kick his way out of the two officers grasps. "The time is upon you all! The Lord of Hell shall rise and he will feast on their souls! He shall consume them in a never ending torment of his hunger, forever living and then he will come for you all. He will save me!" the man continued to scream out his prophecy as he was dragged further down the hall.
"Crain!" Brass shot out of the reception and after one of the officers. The officer in question stopped and waited for Brass. "Who was that?"
"David Carlton. Why?" Crain asked, watching as the man disappeared beyond the swing doors.
"What's he in for?" Brass asked, frantic.
"Unpaid tickets. He's got them from all over the place, knocked out an officer when he caught him." Crain said, smirking. "They never learn. What?" he asked, looking at Brass' face.
"What does he drive?"
"Black van. Out front."
"No-one touches it!" Brass shouted, taking off for the parking lot while pulling out his phone. He rang up Ecklie and just reached van as Ecklie picked up.
"Ecklie." Came a stiff and sour voice.
"It's Brass, I've found the van! Get prints, prove it!" he half yelled, frantically opening the door with a handkerchief.
"What are you blabbering?" Ecklie asked.
"Get your team down here!" Brass barked, finding nothing in the back but a dent in the door from the inside.
"Fine!" Ecklie snapped back, cutting off the connection and sending his team down there.
Right, any suggestions, because I'm running out of ideas of what to happen in the house with the CSI's. I know what's to happen with Brass' investigation, but how do I keep the house scene going?