It's the one you've all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen! Sorry for the wait, I've got two very important exams coming up so revision took priority. Hope you all enjoy!
The Car rolled into the industrial estate and slowed down. The police light on top clicked off and the car slowed down. The two men in the car looked up and down the estate before the car parked at the T-junction.
"I'll check down this side." Greg said, stepping out of the car.
"Check every ally way, the car could be anywhere." Greg started off to the right side of the T-junction. "And Greg," Grissom shouted. "Don't go looking for him, call me and wait." He ordered, receiving a nod from Greg.
"We just got a call from Grissom. They think Ecklie's at the Industry Bank." Brass shouted running down the corridor of the crime lab. Warrick and Nick shot up from their seats.
"Where are they?" Nick asked, running after Brass as they met up with a team of cops out front.
"They went off to find him." Brass growled.
"They what!" Warrick cried, skidding to a stop at Brass' car as Nick got in.
"They hung up on me." He said jumping in the front and starting the engine as up as Warrick climbed in back.
"Grissom." He answered.
"I found it." Came the reply.
"Greg? Where?" he started back towards the car.
"Third ally way down." Came his answer.
"Wait their, I'll be right down." He started jogging down, still listening to Greg. The young mans voice dropped to a whisper and Grissom instantly knew something was wrong. "What's going on Greg?"
"Someone's at the side door." He stopped.
"Greg?" Grissom picked up his pace.
"Oh shit!" Greg cried out, Grissom didn't need to listen to the phone he heard the shout down the street. A crash was heard and what seemed like a struggle.
Grissom shot down the ally way and saw the car with two people, arms locked into each other and they were struggling back and forth. The taller man caught sight of Grissom coming down the ally and threw the slightly smaller man into the car, before turning tail and disappearing back into the warehouse.
"Greg!" Grissom stopped at the kneeling man and helped him up.
"I'm okay." He said stumbling against the car while holding a sleeve to the side of his face. "He's gonna make a runner, we gotta catch him."
Grissom took in Greg's face and the bloodstains on his sleeve but found himself nodding. "Have you got your weapon?" Greg nodded.
Grissom moved to the door, pulled his own piece out of its holster and pushed Greg so he was safe behind him.
The warehouse was dark with streaks of light on the wall and floor where the windows allowed the streetlights through. Grissom heard a rattling by the front door and heard someone curse. A loud bang echoes and then the sound of patting feet across from them.
"Ecklie! Give it up. I've got a team coming over here." He levelled his gun down the centre of the warehouse; he once more pushed Greg to one side behind a row of metal shelves. "We know it was you."
"You've got nothing." Came the reply. "But a falling case!" a loud crash made Grissom turn to see the metal shelves falling backwards. He wasn't sure if he shouted out but another roar greeted him as Conrad Ecklie lunged over the fallen shelves at Grissom.
Ecklie Grabbed at the gun, but fell right out of the air, landing hard at Grissom's feet. The gun had dropped with the sudden pressure, but was kicked away during the struggle. Grissom paused until he too hit the floor as Ecklie grabbed at his ankles.
A sharp cry was heard accompanied with a sickening crack as Ecklie's foot connected with Greg's face. Greg had been pinned under the shelves when they fell but had still managed to grab onto Ecklie as he leapt over for Grissom. But because he had still held onto Ecklie he had gotten a kick to the face for not letting go.
Grissom at seeing this had punched out at Ecklie.
"You two are the worst! You're both the two who started this."
"Started what Conrad?" Grissom cried out as Ecklie grabbed at him and the two struggled on the floor.
"All the hate against me!" he punched Grissom in the face, splitting his lip.
"No Conrad, you did that!" he punched back.
Brass pulled up onto the estate and jumped out of the car. "Where do we go?" Nick asked, also stepping out.
"We try to find the other car." He eyed Greg's car across the road. "Check the alleys. See if that car is parked anywhere." The team split into two and started, one up on way, one down the other.
They had just started when two gunshots rang out across the darkened estate. "No!" Warrick yelled racing up the street with Nick in toe. They had gone with one of the teams down the street, while Brass had gone up the street. They saw the older man with his team trying to open a shutter on the front of one of the building. Breaking the lock, the shutter was flung open and Warrick and Nick jumped inside with Brass, all weapons raised. They took in the site and an echo of shots rang up and down the street, ending in an eerie silence and a muttered curse.
Please review, my exam went very badly, I need a hug!