know, I Know . . . it's still short, but I have a good reason . . . I'm trying to separate them into chapters!
Here his Chapter 3 . . .
Sara and Catherine waited in the black SUV while the boy's walked to the door.
Once they arrived they quickly went to Nick's door. "Yo, Nick open the door!" Warrick shouted while pounding on the door. No answer. "Hey Greg, didn't Nick give you an extra key for emergencies?" Grissom asked the younger CSI. "Yeah, here it is!" Greg said as he pulled his key chain from his pocket, he took of a key and handed it to Grissom.
Grissom took the key and unlocked the door. "Guy's, maybe you should stay here while I check things out." Warrick rolled his eyes and said, "Grissom, we're not children!" Grissom chuckled and nodded and said, "Well that's highly debatable!"
Grissom pushed open the door and walked in cautiously. "Nick, are you here?" Greg asked watching Grissom and Warrick draw they're guns. Grissom was first, he walked back towards Nick's room. His blood ran cold at what he saw. "Nick!" he yelled horrified.
Nick lay face down with blood pooling around his head, the gag securely in place along with the steel handcuffs. Grissom went to his knees beside his friend; he carefully turned him over. "Warrick, call and ambulance now!" He blared in panic.
Warrick heard the call in desperation, he ran to where he heard Grissom's voice. "Oh my . . ." Warrick hastily pulled out his cell phone, "This is CSI Warrick Brown, a CSI is injured badly, we need medical assistance immediately!" He hung up his phone and watched Grissom try to rouse Nick.
Grissom took off Nick's gag, and observed the CSI's injuries. Bruises, cuts, bumps, broken limbs, and blood; allot of blood! "What happened to you Nicky?" Grissom muttered.
TBC