Sorry for this, but Word has been deleated off the computer when it crashed, so I'm having to use note pad and I don't know if it has any word processer.
sorry about the spelling.
Brass stood outside the print lab, tapping his foot impatiently. "We got it!" The woman in front of the computer yelled. Brass shot in and gazed at the screen at the photos. Gilbert Grissom,
Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown and Nickolas Stokes.
"Wait! Were's Greg?" he asked.
"We found no extra prints but three unknowns and the drivers." the woman explained.
"It'll do." Brass sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He just about ran down to the interigation room to question David Carlton. Closing the door, Brass stood in front of the table. "What was this apocholipse you were talking aout?" Brass said casually, trying to pick the right questions, hoping the man would let run with is tounge.
"The coming of our great master"
"Right...and whow did you choose?" he asked.
"Only our Lady Of the Shadow knows." the man continued, staring off intot he wall, a small smile one his face.
Brass thought for a moment before he stood up and left, a plan turning in his mind.
"Shit!" was followed by a chourus of other swear words.
"What now?" Sara asked, wrapping a hand around Greg's waist as he swayed again. Seeing this Nick stepped up and supported Greg fromt he other side.
"We have to cross it." Grissom said, stepping out the door and gazing off intot he distance.
"We'll never make it!" Catherine argued. They all stared back out the open door only to see a slight glow of the city one the horizen across many mile of Dessert. "Plus the sun is just rising." Catherine continued, pointing out the blazing light appearing to their left.
"How about a car ride?" Warrick asked.
"We would never make it past noon before we dry up!" Catherine argued, standing toe to toe with Grissom.
"We have to try." he answered back calmly, neather having heard Warrick.
"Guys!" Warrick snapped. Still nothing. Greg turned his head slightly and gave Warrick a dopy grin, "Don't think they'll listen yet." he commented. "I heard whisling always helped"
Warrick followed the suggestion and gave off a sharp whistle, gaining the attention of the group.
"Car?" he said, pointing out the dark blue car behind him.
"That'll do!" Nick said, dragging Greg forward. "Doors open." he added, sliding Greg into the back.
Catherine climbed intot he other side witht he help of Warrick and helped to keep Gerg sitting up. Sara climbed in on the other side of Greg.
"I claim front!" Nick laughed, jumping into the passenger side.
"I drive, only one not hurt." he added.
"What about me?" Grissom asked.
"Boot!" Catherine shouted, gaining a round of laughter.
"You can sweeze in here." Sara said, opening the door and shuffeling along slightly. Grissom smiled a thanks and got in, much to the grumbeling of Catherine.
"No keys man." Nick sighed, looking in the usual places.
"No need." warrick said, leaning under the steering wheel and asking for the knife. A few seconds later the engine started up. "Always usful." he smiled, putting the car into geer. A Bang rang out as the back window blasted apart, falling upon the CSI's int he back. Catherine and Sara screamed out as Greg yelled and Grissom shouted for the Warrick to drive. Bumping along the durt road more shots rang out followed by a scream of out rage.
"Any body hit?" Warrick asked, watching the woman from t he rear view mirror. "Guys"
He turned in his chair and gasped. "Shit!"
sorry about the spelling.
Brass stood outside the print lab, tapping his foot impatiently. "We got it!" The woman in front of the computer yelled. Brass shot in and gazed at the screen at the photos. Gilbert Grissom,
Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown and Nickolas Stokes.
"Wait! Were's Greg?" he asked.
"We found no extra prints but three unknowns and the drivers." the woman explained.
"It'll do." Brass sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He just about ran down to the interigation room to question David Carlton. Closing the door, Brass stood in front of the table. "What was this apocholipse you were talking aout?" Brass said casually, trying to pick the right questions, hoping the man would let run with is tounge.
"The coming of our great master"
"Right...and whow did you choose?" he asked.
"Only our Lady Of the Shadow knows." the man continued, staring off intot he wall, a small smile one his face.
Brass thought for a moment before he stood up and left, a plan turning in his mind.
"Shit!" was followed by a chourus of other swear words.
"What now?" Sara asked, wrapping a hand around Greg's waist as he swayed again. Seeing this Nick stepped up and supported Greg fromt he other side.
"We have to cross it." Grissom said, stepping out the door and gazing off intot he distance.
"We'll never make it!" Catherine argued. They all stared back out the open door only to see a slight glow of the city one the horizen across many mile of Dessert. "Plus the sun is just rising." Catherine continued, pointing out the blazing light appearing to their left.
"How about a car ride?" Warrick asked.
"We would never make it past noon before we dry up!" Catherine argued, standing toe to toe with Grissom.
"We have to try." he answered back calmly, neather having heard Warrick.
"Guys!" Warrick snapped. Still nothing. Greg turned his head slightly and gave Warrick a dopy grin, "Don't think they'll listen yet." he commented. "I heard whisling always helped"
Warrick followed the suggestion and gave off a sharp whistle, gaining the attention of the group.
"Car?" he said, pointing out the dark blue car behind him.
"That'll do!" Nick said, dragging Greg forward. "Doors open." he added, sliding Greg into the back.
Catherine climbed intot he other side witht he help of Warrick and helped to keep Gerg sitting up. Sara climbed in on the other side of Greg.
"I claim front!" Nick laughed, jumping into the passenger side.
"I drive, only one not hurt." he added.
"What about me?" Grissom asked.
"Boot!" Catherine shouted, gaining a round of laughter.
"You can sweeze in here." Sara said, opening the door and shuffeling along slightly. Grissom smiled a thanks and got in, much to the grumbeling of Catherine.
"No keys man." Nick sighed, looking in the usual places.
"No need." warrick said, leaning under the steering wheel and asking for the knife. A few seconds later the engine started up. "Always usful." he smiled, putting the car into geer. A Bang rang out as the back window blasted apart, falling upon the CSI's int he back. Catherine and Sara screamed out as Greg yelled and Grissom shouted for the Warrick to drive. Bumping along the durt road more shots rang out followed by a scream of out rage.
"Any body hit?" Warrick asked, watching the woman from t he rear view mirror. "Guys"
He turned in his chair and gasped. "Shit!"