Okay Stormchilde, I'm updating if you do. Oh and thanks for all the lovely reviews to both this story and my one chapter 'Letting Go.' I'm glad I've made some people cry, tells me I I've got something good I've done.
The whole team were sitting around Greg's bed. He was still out for the count and had been diagnosed with concussion. The doctors wanted him kept in for the next day or two. They also wanted the rest of the team in for another day, 'just to be on the safe side' they'd said.
Brass had stopped by earlier to tell them that a woman had been found in the basement, calling herself Maria Clarson. They were currently trying to find out where she was from as she kept fainting every so often.
"Ms Willows?" a doctor asked as he stepped into the crowded room.
"Yes?" she asked from where she was sitting on the chair beside Greg's bed.
"Your ribs appear okay, hair line fracture but should heal just fine. I'm afraid I can't strap it, because it will restrict your breathing. The best I can offer you is some pain medication and a week or two off work to heal."
"Thank you." Catherine said, taking the prescription as the doctor left.
"Hey Cath?" How's Lyndsey?" Nick asked.
"My Mums looking after her. She'll stop by later on."
"Here I'll take that for you." Sara said, taking the prescription. "I'll go down now and get it. Nick do you need your antibiotics as well?"
Having grabbed all prescriptions she headed off to the basement of the hospital to collect all the meds.
"Sara?" Brass asked as he walked down the corridor after her.
"Just getting everyone's meds. Brass." She explained, stopping at the elevator.
"I'll come with you."
"Any luck on that woman?" She asked as they both stepped into the elevator.
"Nothing. I haven't seen her yet." Brass confessed. "Bloody Doctors." He muttered.
The whole CSI team had been left in the dark about the case since the got back so sara tried her luck.
"Well, who they find?" She asked, watching the numbers desend.
"Sara you know I can't tell you anything about this case."
"At least tell me you found her." She said, meeting his eyes.
"We're not sure. They're still checking the area." He said. "That's all I can tell you."
"Thanks." And they both stepped off the elevator Just as they were heading down towards the window for the pharmacists a woman called out to them.
"Mr Brass?" He turned and his head snapped back. The force of the blow sent he staggering back before he dropped, limp.
"Hello Sara." The woman said, dropping the metal crutch and picking up Brass' Gun.
"Lets go."
"When do you think he'll wake up?" Warrick asked, sitting by Greg's feet.
"I'm already awake." He murmured, rolling over to face Catherine. "What time is it?"
Catherine cringed as he said those words. Memories of the lab explosion came to her as she remembered standing over him as he asked that same question.
"Late." She repeated.
"How are you feeling?" Grissom asked. Greg raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Bit dizzy." He said, trying to sit up. Warrick carefully pulled him back against the pillows to make him comfy.
"Where's Sara?"
"She went to get our meds." Warrick said. He suddenly saw Greg smile and realised the humour behind that statement.
"Think we all should have had our meds. Before this don't you?" he joked, setting Catherine off and causing a smile to appear on Grissom's face.
"Don't know what's so funny?" someone said from the doorway. Sara was literally thrown through the door, half open door and landed hard on the floor beside the bed.
The door closed with a click.
"All I wanted was for you all to pay!" Mrs Marlow snarled, levelling the gun at Grissom who was nearest her. "Step back to where they are." She warned him, suddenly pointing the gun at Catherine. "Or else." She added.
Grissom held up his hands and stepped back.
"She broke the law, you can't blame them?" Greg injected, looking around Catherine who had stood to protect him.
"But you broke my husband as well." She yelled, moving the un to Nick.
"You had us put behind bars for helping our lost daughter. He died back there you know!" she screamed.
"Some sick bastard killed him in the dinner hall. I got told two days later! Two days!" she cried out. "I killed the main guard who was meant to pass the message straight on, then I killed the head of security's son because he didn't stop the fight. I killed the cops that arrested us and the lawyer who lost our case." She continued, moving the gun over to Warrick and then to Sara while she ranted on.
"But did any of them care?" she asked.
"No." she moved the gun to Greg. "You all have to pay." She whispered, pulling the trigger.
And several shots rang throughout the hospital.
Okay sorry to leave it there…wait, no I'm not. Won't be able to update until Thursday or Friday next week 'cause I'm down at Cambridge fro a few days. Please review, tell me how its going. Next weeks should be the last chapter.