A/N Sorry for the long wait my friend doesn't have internet so I had to let her read the entire story and she just finished it. So here's chapter two hope you like it,
Chapter Two:
"I can slit her throat in a second so put your gun on the ground," the person holding Catherine said.
"Let go of her and we'll talk," the officer said still pointing his gun at them.
"Put the gun down," he snapped pressing the knife closer to her skin.
"Officer," she said. "Do as he says we don't need anymore blood shed here."
"Listen to the pretty lady," he said waving the knife a bit in front of her throat. The officer slowly lowered his gun and placed it on the floor reluclently. "Good now kick it over here." He tightened his grip around her stomach when he felt her try to pull away. The officer kicked the gun over. Lowering both of them the suspect picked up the gun and held it closer to her stomach.
"Let go of her," Johnson said. "There is a lot more cops out there and they won't let you by."
"We'll see about that," he smiled. "Turn around and walk us out. You will make sure no one fires or pulls there gun. I see one and her throat will be slit."
Grissom and Warrick stood in the living room where a man sat on his coach with a bullet hole in his left temple. David hadn't arrived yet to take the body and they were done processing and had to wait for him to get there. It had been three hours since shift started and an hour ago the officer had been called out by Brass and returned ten minutes later not answering any of there questions. All Grissom could think about was the look Catherine gave him when he put her on solo.
"Hey Gris," Warrick said cautiously. "Did you get to reading mine and Cat's report on the home invasion we worked last shift?"
"Not yet it was near the bottom of my paperwork," Grissom replied as if it was no big deal. "I had to do my report and then all that paperwork."
"Hey Grissom, Warrick," David said entering the room. "Sorry for the wait got held up at the home invasion."
"Why," Warrick said quickly.
"The officers wouldn't allow me into the household. Said they had to …" he stopped as the television went from the commercial it was on to a picture of a household with many reporters and police officers scurrying around.
"Almost three hours ago," a reporter said looking straight at the camera. "This calm crime scene went from a simple home invasion to a hostage crisis. CSI Catherine Willows…"
Grissom rushed out before the women could finish her sentence. Warrick looked at David and then rushed off after Grissom. After he got into Grissom's Denali they speed off towards the lab. When they got there Grissom rushed straight towards his office. People were watching as he skidded to a halt in front of the break room where on the screen a detective was yelling at an officer.
"What prompted you to give the guy your weapon?" The detective yelled oblivious to the reporter standing not that far away.
"Her life was on the line. She also ordered me to listen to him and I rather know she is alive then having more CSIs coming in here to process her scene!"
"She ordered you! She is a scientist and wasn't thinking clearly! We now have a dangerous man with an officer's weapon and a hostage."
"Willows is armed too."
"That doesn't …"
"Anders!" Brass yelled walking up to them. "This won't help Catherine. What will help her is getting some CSI and going to process her vehicle."
"It's been found?"
"If you had been paying attention to what is actually going on instead of yelling at this officer and dealing with him later you would have known that," Brass frowned. "I've already got two people from days heading to the scene. I want you there by the time they get there or I will have your badge now go." Both men rushed off ignoring all the reporters' questions.
Grissom was frozen to the spot as he thought about what Brass had said. 'Catherine's car … found … what about her … Ecklie's people are processing' He thought.
"You okay," Sara's voice rang from next to him. She had a hug smile on her face which made him believe she hadn't seen the news.
"Um … sure as long as I get my CSI back," he snapped out of it and rushed to his office. Pulling out the reports he quickly skimmed them and frowned. Now he knew the truth behind what happened to her forehead. He had figured she had been playing with Lindsey and hit something but now he knew she had been attacked at the home invasion she worked with Warrick. Rushing back towards the break room he saw that man people had gathered in there.
Nick, Sara, Warrick, Dr. Robbins, David, Greg, Archie, Ecklie, The Sheriff, the AD and the director had all gathered in there. All were watching as the screen went from the household to an upside down Denali. Sara's smile has vanished and Nick was holding her in his arms. Warrick had his arms crossed and had turned to look at Grissom when he entered like everyone else. Greg looked rather nervous and frightened.
"Any news," he asked softly but calmly. The two reports were held in his hands. Warrick looked down at them.
"Kinda doesn't help now does it," he said uncrossing his arms. "Maybe if you read it before she wouldn't be in this situation and the man would already be caught. If you bothered to …"
"Warrick I would have sent her anyways," Grissom said making him stop talking. "If I hadn't she would have been angry. And if I had sent someone else then one of you would be in this situation."
"You would have worked with her!" Warrick yelled. "You would have out yourself on the case with her and she wouldn't be in this mess!"
"No I wouldn't have Warrick. I would have shown her I have complete and total confidence in her to work a home invasion herself. No one could have predicted that the suspect was still there. What we need to do is find out how he was there. I want you and Sara to go to the scene and find out how the suspect wasn't found and process everything. Nick I want you at the crash. Greg Archie back to your labs and be prepared for any evidence given to you."
"And you," Ecklie said after everyone left. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go get Lindsey and bring her here to the lab," just as he turned to leave his cell phone went off. "Grissom … Lindsey why are you whispering …are you alone, is your mom with you … she'll be fine," he swore when the line went dead. Quickly dialing Brass he waited. "Brass don't talk. Catherine drove to her house. Lindsey is in her room alone. Catherine and the suspect are in the living room and from what Lindsey says he is now armed with two weapons."
A/N yeah I know not exactly the best place to leave this at. R&R and ill get the next chapter out ASAP
