Ecklie flopped off Grissom and rolled towards the gun. Scooping it up he stumbled to his feet and pointed the gun at Grissom, breathing hard from the fight. Grissom was half way to his feet by the time he saw the gun. He held up his hands in surrender and stood up straight.

"You don't have to do Ecklie." Grissom said.

"Now you're all rational!" Ecklie barked his finger twitching on the trigger.

"Don't do it Ecklie!" The man turned slightly to look to his right. Grissom also looked to see Greg, still pinned under the heavy shelves leaning up on his elbows with his weapon clasped in both hands. It was a warning, not a plea.

Ecklie trained his gun on Greg, momentarily forgetting Grissom. Grissom, seeing the opening, threw himself forward.

As Ecklie spotted the movement and twisted to look at it the gun swung wildly and went off, getting an answered echo in return.

"Shit!" The curse was muttered out as everyone lowered their guns, looking around the warehouse. The area in front of them was smoky from all the guns and Ecklie lay on the ground, a bloody mess from the fight.

"Grissom!" Nick shot forward, ignoring Brass' attempt to stop him. He knelt down beside man who was sitting back against a crate, holding onto his shoulder.

"I'm okay." He said, breathing deeply.

"Here, put pressure on that." He brought out a handkerchief and then stripped off his CSI coat and tied it under Grissom's arm and over his shoulder.

Brass and Warrick both knelt down on either side of Nick and took in the pale face of Grissom and the blood that was seeping down his shirt.

"Get the paramedics!" Brass shouted, turning to watch as some officers approached the body of Ecklie, kicked his gun away and then checked his pulse.

"He's still alive!" someone shouted.

"Greg." Grissom hissed as Nick applied more pressure after securing the make shift bandage. "He was…there." Grissom nodded to the fallen shelves in front of Grissom.

Warrick moved over and removed some broken crates to reveal a very still and pale young man.

Two sets of paramedics suddenly appeared at the door. One lot sent to check on Greg and another for Ecklie.

"What happened?" Brass asked, standing to see how Greg was.

"Greg tried to distract him with his own gun. I tried to get my gun off Ecklie, but he fired." Grissom paused for breath as shouts arose from the two sets of paramedics.

"He's stable, but has lost a lot of blood."

"Pulse is weak. Erratic. Lets get him out!" the team tried lifted Greg onto a stretcher while another was applying pressure to the wound. However they found that they couldn't pull Greg from out from under the shelves.

"Somebody help!" Warrick yelled, grabbing one corner of the heavy shelf. An officer ran forward, shouting out to other officers and they each grabbed a section of the shelf. Slowly they lifted it up and Greg was pulled out from under it. Warrick audibly gasped as he saw the paramedic remove his hand to place more padding on the wound.

"He shot me as Greg shot Ecklie. When you ran in Ecklie fired back." Grissom finished, stretching to see the young man.

"Dr Grissom? Lets get you in an ambulance." Greg and Ecklie were taken out of the warehouse.

"Is Greg okay?" Nick asked Warrick as he helped Grissom to walk out.

"The wound's over his throat." Warrick started, letting go of Grissom as the paramedics put the older man into the ambulance. As the paramedics sat him down he caught the tail end of the conversation. "There's so much blood, I don't know how he's alive." Then Nick jumped into the ambulance to go with Grissom while Brass and Warrick promised to follow behind.

"What happened?" Sara asked, meeting Nick in the middle of the corridor while Grissom was led through to a cubical.

"Gun fight." Nick said, sitting down outside the cubical, blood stained hands held up in front of his eyes.

"Is everyone okay?" she asked, panicking slightly.

"Grissom was shot through the shoulder, I don't know how serious. But Greg…" he paused with a shuddering breath.

"Oh God, he's not…?" Sara gasped.

"I'm not sure." Nick stood up with a harsh growl.

"Nick?" He turned around to find Brass and Warrick rushing down the corridor. Sara gasped as she saw the blood on Warrick's hands and shirt.

A doctor appeared behind Sara and paused as he took in the growing group. "Are you here for Catherine?" she asked Sara, remembering her being in the room earlier.

"Yeah. How's her wound doing?" Sara asked, shaking slightly.

"She should be fit enough to go in a few days time, but I want someone to keep an eye on her." The doctor explained.

"Her mother is looking after Lyndsey, I'm sure she can look after them both, and we'll all be over when we can." Sara explained.

"Good. Who are the rest of you here for?" she asked.

"Gil Grissom, Greg Sanders and of course Catherine." Nick explained.

"Three?" she asked, surprised.

"CSI's" Brass said, sitting down beside Sara. "How are they?"

"I'll go check." And she disappeared into the cubicle. A few moments later she came back out. "Dr. Grissom is doing well." She stated, flicking through his chart. "The bullet didn't do much damage, he just need an X-ray and some stitches. He'll be done in half an hour."

"And Greg?" Warrick asked, stepping forward.

"He's down in surgery." She said. "I can't tell you anything more than that." She sighed. The group thanked her and settled themselves to wait for Grissom before they went to Catherine.

She started down the corridor to continue her work when she looked at the last sheet on the chart. She stopped and then turned back to them. "They came in with a Conrad Ecklie." She said.

"Yes. What happened to him?" Brass asked.

Some time later Dr Robbins and some lab techs on Day, Night and Swing shift had come through together.

"Everyone's been on tender hooks!" Jackie said as Sara and Nick greeted her, the rest having moved to Catherine's room to tell her the news.

"They're saying Greg and Grissom were attacked. The whole crime lab is in disarray. We've got half the staff wanting to come over and the rest wanting to work the case!" she told them.

"I'm fine." They all turned to see a pale Grissom come out of the cubicle after being to X-ray sometime ago.

"Good to see you standing." Dr. Robbins said, looking at Grissom's arm in a sling.

"What's happened with Greg?" he asked.

"Greg's still down in theatre." Nick said in a small voice.

Grissom sighed. "Ecklie?"

"Pronounced dead on arrival."

Well, how's it going? I've finished my exams at last,spent agood night last nightgetting plattered to celebrate! So tell me how this is going, am nearing the end…some time soon.