Here you go, another Chapter, I'm planning on posting again in a day or two, just see what happens with school, here is the chapter where we find out what happens, this also has at least one element of the paranormal, if i'm not mistaken about the timing, I'm trying, soon, there will be slash, just a warning, and at near the same time, there will be mpreg, i've finally managed to write one that doesnt' suck. Obviously, this is AU, there was never a bomb in the lab for the show, and well, more that happens soon would never happen, they explore the paranormal, they don't become it. I'm just about to finish a really long chapter, it could almost be two, but they are to closely tied together. Well, that's it, long author notes now the story.
I don't own it, remember that, I DON'T OWN CSI alright, on to the story.
Chapter 6: Injuries
Grissom's POV
I told Cath and Warrick to start processing the scene, and I'd call them, when I knew anything. At the hospital, I let it be known that I was there, the nurse at the desk gave me a stack of papers, "Fill out what you know on them, see what you can find out for us, a doctor will find you when they have a moment."
I filled out Nick and Greg's from the files I had taken from my office, before attempting to tackle the other three, finally I gave up, and Dialled Horatio's number, I hadn't spoken to the man since a month after his brother had been killed, but knew it was the only way I would get the information, and he had to be told anyway. "Hello Grissom, I haven't seen this number in a while." he wasn't happy to hear from me.
"Horatio, this isn't a social call, one of your CSI's came to Vegas, about a case, I'm not sure if you sent him, or not, but he's here, my lab exploded, he just happened to be in the damaged part of the lab, I need to get information to give the doctors on him."
"You let someone blow up your lab?"
"I'm not sure how it happened, but I'm just glad it happened on my shift, the epicentre seems to be my daytime counterpart's office."
Horatio answered all the questions from a file, when I was done, filling out the forms, I flipped to the other two, "You wouldn't happen to know a Tony DiNozzo, or a Kate Todd, would you?"
"I don't know DiNozzo, but one of my team does, hold on, and I'll get him for you."
"Mr. Grissom, what happened to Tony, I was talking to him, there was the sound of an explosion, and he didn't answer me after that," a new voice came over the phone.
"You were on the phone with him, at the time of the explosion, did he mention anything strange?"
"No, we were in the middle of an argument, even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have said anything right then."
I asked Eric the questions from the forms, and he answered them willingly, then he offered me the number for Tony's work, so I could get Kate's medical history. I had just hung up with Eric, when the doctor walked into the waiting area. "Who's here for Tony DiNozzo?" he asked.
"I am," I stood up, looking down at the notepad, to make sure the number was there, as it should be.
"Alright, Tony has a lot of cuts and scrapes, mainly on his left side, but also on his right, those are deeper, and aggravated by the burns he received, his right shoulder is dislocated, his left arm was broken, in three places, his left leg is broken in two places, most of the ribs on his left side were cracked or broken, on the right, only two ribs were left intact."
"When can I see him?" I asked.
"He's being brought upstairs, once his injuries have been taken care of," The doctor said, "I'll have one of the Nurses give you his room number then."
I nodded, and went back to my seat, I pulled my cell phone out, and called the NCIS lab. "Tony's desk," the voice on the other end sounded bewildered.
"Tony's desk? I didn't think he had a direct line, I'm calling for Special Agent Gibbs, actually."
"I'll get him," the voice replied.
I waited ten minutes, before a more mature voice answered, "Gibbs here,"
"Special Agent Gibbs, My name is Gil Grissom, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime lab, you sent an agent of yours, Kate Todd, to protect one of my CSIs,"
"Yes, Mr. Grissom, is there a problem?"
"Yeah, my lab blew up, Kate was near the epicentre of the explosion, and the nurses, in an attempt to keep me from pacing have given me forms to fill out, on everyone who was brought in from the lab, if you would be so kind as to answer some questions from her file, I would be entirely grateful."
"Alright, but first, can I ask you some questions?" Gibbs asked.
"Fire away," I told him.
"What about Tony, was he there too?"
"Tony was out in the hallway, talking on his phone, his injuries are nothing much to worry about, I got his information from his friend in Miami," I replied.
"What about Nick and Tim?"
"I don't know about them, I don't know where they were in relation to the explosion, I only know where Tony was, because He was talking to Eric, at the time, and the Doctor already came out to give me an update,"
As soon as I had filled out the last form, another Doctor came out, "Mr. Grissom, you're here with the people involved in the lab explosion?"
"That's right," I told the doctor.
"I've been taking care of Nick, since he was brought in, his left arm and leg were broken, he's got some severe burns on his left side as well, the damage was contained mainly to his left side, and he's lucky because this shouldn't aggravate the scarring he already has on his face."
"Scarring, Nick doesn't have any major scars on his face," I said.
"He must hide it well, then because there is some rather extensive scarring on the left side of his face."
"Oh, but he'll be alright?" I asked.
"Most definitely, he has a slight concussion, I don't see any reason, though that he won't be able to go home in a few days, if his burns begin to heal well."
"He'll be glad to hear it," I smiled.
I waited for another doctor to come out, it was strange, just waiting, knowing Nick, at least was upstairs. I sat, and waited, and waited, and waited. (You get the point, don't you). Until a doctor came out carrying a clip board, and a plastic bag. "Mr. Grissom, I have Greg's clothes and personal effects here for you, since he was in close proximity to the explosion," he handed me the bag. "Thank you, I'll make sure the right people get this," I said.
"Mr. Grissom, I was Greg's Doctor last time he was brought in from your lab, and I can tell you, straight out, this explosion was either bigger, or he was closer, where as last time he had Glass, embedded in his back, this time, he was hit with Metal, and not as much glass. I had to send him up to surgery to remove some of the bigger pieces of metal, but he'll be fine, besides the metal, and burns that are normal in a situation like this, Greg has a dislocated shoulder."
"Thank you, Doctor." I replied.
"When Greg's out of surgery, I told them that they'd probably find you on floor, with the rest of the people involved in the explosion."
I nodded and he left me to sit back down, and the waiting began again. It wasn't long after, that a female doctor came out, the one that had been taking care of Nick, when he was thrown out the window, in the Nigel Crane incident. "Mr. Grissom, it's nice to see you again," she started.
"I hate being here, because when I am, that means someone on my team is hurt," I told her, honestly.
"Right, ok, I'm Kate's doctor, her injuries are surprisingly minor, from what I hear about the explosion, and where she was found, and all that, most of her burns are fairly minor, first and second degree the only third degree burns are on her legs, and that's not a whole lot, she'll be fine, she's already been brought upstairs, room 349."
"Thank you doctor," I told her.
As she walked away, Sara, walked in, followed by a gothic girl. "Sara, what are you doing here?"
"I was visiting my brother, who works at NCIS in Washington, when you called there, since Gibbs was working on finding this Jason Maverick, so was his only CSI that wasn't in your lab, so he sent Abby here, to make sure the other two were okay, my brother was busy, working, so I decided to fly back, and see if there was anything I could do."
"No, but Nick's upstairs, I have to wait, to hear about Tim."
"Anything about Kate, or Tony?" the gothic girl asked
"Tony should be upstairs by now, Kate is in room 349," I told her.
"Thanks," they walked off. I was waiting for only about five more minutes, before the doors opened again, and a young man, with tanned skin walked in, I only noticed him, because he was wearing a t-shirt, with a printed badge on it, underneath the badge was written 'Miami-Dade PD'
"You must be Eric," I said, walking up to him.
He nodded, "How did you know?"
"Your shirt gave you away, I know H, and you and Tim are the only other guys there," I replied.
"Right, so Where's Tim?" he asked.
"His doctor hasn't come out yet, come sit, I have no clue what's up with him."
"Do you think the length of time is a bad thing?" Eric asked after five minutes of silence.
"The first doctor out had the worst news for me, so Tim's probably chatting up some hot doctor, and just forgot someone's waiting." I told him.
Eric and I both laughed at that, but stopped short, when a doctor walked up, with a serious look on his face. "Mr. Grissom?" he asked.
"That's me, this is Eric Delco, he works with Tim."
"Alright, I've got good news, and bad news, which do you want first?"
"Good news," Eric said, at the same time as I said "bad news."
"Good news first, just because you can't agree," the doctor seemed to have a sense of humour.
"Alright," I said.
"Tim will be fine, his burns are mainly first degree, he took quite a blow to the head, but that shouldn't leave any permanent damage, just a concussion, we were talking for awhile, there is only one type of lasting damage from this incident, and it might not even be permanent, Tim told me he was leaning against a table, at the time of the explosion, that threw him back over the table, he broke his back, doing some damage to his spinal chord, the good news on that, is the damage is low down, low enough, that only his legs seem to be affected."
"Can we see him?" Eric asked.
"Yes, I've sent him up to the third floor, he's in room 347," the doctor said.
"Thank you doctor," I said, Eric repeated the sentiment, and we went to the elevator. On the third floor, it didn't take long to find the room, I knew my way around, the third floor was where my team always ended up upon getting injured.
The door was open, and I poked my head in, Nick was sitting up in the first bed, Sara next to it, the curtain was pulled down the middle of the room, "Tim's asleep," he told me.
"Nice to know, Nick, this is Eric, he's from Miami, Eric, this is Nick and Sara," I did the introductions.
"We're just sharing childhood injury stories, got any good ones, Eric?" Nick asked.
"Not really, not since I was sixteen, and crashed Tony's first bike."
"A motor bike?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, I was only going forty, he still teases me about my 'need for speed' because I crashed it into the ditch, didn't trash it, or I don't think he'd even take me out on one again, but I broke my leg, nothing major."
They all chatted for awhile, and I got bored, so I got up, figuring I would check on Greg, and Tony. I went to the nurses station, and the nurse there told me that they were both in the same room, I headed to the room. "Hey, Griss," unlike Nick's perky attitude, Greg sounded as tired as he looked.
"Hey Greg, how are you?" I asked.
"I hurt, who's investigating the explosion?"
"I put Cath and Warrick on it, they're usually pretty good at that sort of thing, though I wish I could put Nick on it, he's the closest we have to an explosives expert."
"I know, how is he?"
"Good, he'll probably be first out, but he won't be back at work for awhile, he's got a couple broken bones."
"What about Tony, Kate, and Tim?"
"Kate is fine, surprisingly no broken bones, or dislocated joints, just burns, and Tony is on the other side of that curtain, you can ask him yourself." I replied.
"What about Tim?" Tony's voice came from the other side of the curtain.
I slid the curtain back to reveal Greg's roommate, not that Greg could see him, he was once again stuck in the same position as after the first lab explosion, though he wasn't as groggy. "Griss, would you help me onto my other side, my arm is asleep, and I don't want to bother a nurse."
I couldn't help but smile at Greg, I had spent hours at his side, during the week he was in the hospital, the last time, and the nurses had shown me how to help him turn then. I supported him under his legs, while he lifted his upper body, he turned in one fairly smooth motion, and he didn't even scream. "I'm surprised you were comfortable doing that," a nurse said, "I was just coming in to do just that."
"Greg's been injured similarly in the past, it's easy enough to do," I replied.
"Alright, thank you," she said, and walked out.
"She isn't very good at it," Greg said, in a half whisper, looking at me.
"You should be nice, she could cut off your pain medication."
"Already done that, at my request, I've got two extra strength Tylenol waiting four hours, for the stronger ones to work their way sufficiently out of my system,"
"The joys of being an educated burn victim?" Tony asked.
"The joys of hating what the other stuff does to his brain," I replied.
"Griss, you are good at hiding stuff, but I hope you didn't leave that detail off my forms." Greg said.
"I put it on as an allergy, if it goes on as it is, I'd be forced to put you on suspension, and it's being dealt with, just like the other problems on the team, no need for a suspension."
"You suspended Sara."
"Difference being Sara was caught by uniforms, you were caught trying to stop," I basically ended the conversation with that.
I sat in the chair next to Greg's head, as we talked, it was light conversation between the three of us, until Catherine came in. "I need to talk to Tony, then Greg, then you Grissom."
I nodded, and Catherine pulled the curtain, Greg and I basically sat there in silence, listening to Catherine ask Tony Questions about the explosion.
that's all for now, but, i'm plugging a friend's story, and you'll have to live with that, Scottthespy, she is my friend, but she is a good writer, read her story. It's funny, it's a vampire one, but it's funny, she's insane with how she writes, I love it.
