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And now Chapter 15 of Held in Contempt…
Catherine, Greg and Sara were just finishing up at the Fletcher house when Catherine's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller display.
"It's Brass." She said to Sara and Greg.
"I thought he was supposed to be testifying." Sara replied.
Catherine shrugged and answered the phone, "Willows."
Sara and Greg continued to pack while Catherine spoke on the phone. They could hear the one-sided conversation. They knew the conversation was done when she said, "We'll be right there."
Greg looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"That was Brass. It appears that someone planted some bombs at the courthouse. Two bombs have already gone off."
"What? Are Warrick and Grissom O.K?" Sara asked with worry.
"Yes and no. It appears that the bombs were just a diversion. When the courthouse was in chaos an unknown amount of armed people took over the courtroom where Brent Mitchell was being tried. The whole courtroom including Grissom and Warrick are being held hostage. So we need to get over there."
They grabbed their kits and evidence and sped over to the courthouse.
Grissom and Warrick sat quietly watching Brent pace back and forth. They knew better than to antagonize him.
Brent stopped pacing and looked at Ryan.
"Ryan we waited long enough, make the call."
Michael's ear perked up 'Who the hell was Ryan calling?'
"Brent who's Ryan calling?"
Grissom and Warrick looked at each other this peeked their interest. Warrick strained to listen to the conversation, but Grissom didn't have any problems reading their lips.
"Ryan is calling some of his officer friends. They are going to bring another guest to our party."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Brent ignored him and went back to pacing. He was like a caged lion.
Warrick and Grissom looked at each other; they had both heard what Brent said. 'Ryan was calling some officer friends and they were going to bring someone here.'
Warrick closed his eyes hoping they weren't talking about Nick. Nick had already been through enough. He wasn't happy that this had happened and he hoped that the rest of the hostages remained safe, but he was still happy deep down inside that Nick wasn't on the stand when this happened.
Grissom's scientific mind tried to analyze the situation. Brent had mentioned that Ryan was calling some officer friends. Did he mean the officers that were guarding Nick or someone else? He also mentioned bringing in another person. The only person that Grissom could think that Brent would want was Nick.
Suddenly Grissom was brought out of his thought by a voice coming through a bullhorn.
"You in the building we would like to talk to you and find out your demands."
He looked at Warrick and whispered, "That must be the hostage negotiator."
Warrick nodded his head without verbally answering. He didn't want to give any of them reason to separate them.
Grissom and Warrick looked at Brent to see what his reaction was going to be. They were surprised when Brent smiled.
"Right on time." He looked over to Ryan and asked, "Did you make that call?"
"Yes, everything is arranged."
"Good. Shall we go and make our demands clear?"
Brent walked over to Grissom and Warrick, "Gee which one of you would like to go outside with me?"
Neither man spoke they just watched Brent.
"Well no matter you are both going, now on your feet."
Both men stood slowly as three armed men surrounded them.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
The two CSIs did as they were told. They could feel the eyes of the other hostages in the courtroom staring at them, silently happy that it wasn't them. Two of Ryan's men had retrieved two sets of handcuffs from the bailiffs that lay dead on the floor in the far corner of the courthouse. They placed the cuffs on both Grissom and Warrick. They grimaced when Brent put them on too tight.
Brent turned the CSIs around to face him, "Are you ready to face your colleagues' gentlemen? Let's go."
Brent grabbed the back of Grissom's neck and pushed him towards the doors of the courtroom. This was the first chance that Grissom had been able to really get a look at the other hostages. He could tell that they were scared, he was too, but he had a job to do and that was to stay alive. Ryan followed them dragging Warrick along.
The four men made their way to the front of the courthouse. Grissom was able to keep his emotions in check, up till that moment. When he looked outside and saw all the police, fire and media personnel outside he felt his stomach do a flip-flop.
Brent turned around to look at Ryan. At that point Grissom and Warrick's eyes met. They both shared a mutual understanding get through this alive.
"You stay here with Mr. Brown, while I take Mr. Gruesome here outside to make his demands."
Grissom rolled his eyes at Brent's little joke 'If I only had a dime every time someone said that to me.' Brent grabbed the front of Grissom's shirt and pulled him up to his face.
There was no way Grissom could look away, he had to face this killer, "Now I suggest that you cooperate and don't try anything when we are out there. If you so much as sneeze the wrong way Ryan has orders to put a bullet right between Mr. Brown's eyes."
If Warrick were free and not being held at gunpoint he would have beat the hell out of Brent. No one treated Grissom like that and got away with it.
Grissom answered, "You have my word. I will cooperate."
"Good man," Brent gave Grissom a double tap to the cheek with his open hand.
Warrick was pissed. Grissom looked at Warrick and gave him a small smile to say that he was fine.
Brent moved Grissom over to the door. "It's show time." He opened the door and grabbed Grissom in a choke hold with the gun to his temple, they exited the building.
As Brent exited the building Ryan grabbed Warrick and slammed him into the window face first, Ryan used him as cover from the snipers. Who were more than likely posted around the various building surrounding the courthouse. Though Warrick was in a very uncomfortable position he could still see everything. He watched Brent move half way down the steps with Grissom at a very slow pace and stop.
The hostage negotiator had finally arrived. The Sheriff was not happy with the whole situation. The first thing she did was introduce herself and explain her tardiness.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but I had another hostage crisis I was dealing with, the name's Linda Gleason."
After the introductions were made the first thing she did was grab the bullhorn since there was no other means of communication.
"You in the building we would like to talk to you and find out what your demands are."
Brass walked up to her, "Now what?"
"We wait." She answered.
"I was never one for waiting, but I guess in this case I have no choice."
After ten minutes of waiting there was finally activity at the front door.
Brass squinted trying to get a better look. 'Damn eyesight' he thought to himself. He could see four figures still inside by the front doors talking. The glass door finally opened and two figures emerged.
Brent Mitchell had exited and he had Grissom with him. It appeared that either Grissom's hands were cuffed or tied behind his back. He was just puppet in Mitchell's sick game. Brass noticed that the other two figures remained in the building. He could see that one of the other figures was Warrick. Warrick was pushed into the window face first with his hands behind his back as well and had a gun positioned on his right temple.
Brass swore on the inside, he shook his head. He should have shot that SOB Mitchell when he had the chance.
Brent and Grissom had stopped halfway down the stairs. The negotiator along with Brass walked the other half of the stairs to meet them. It was decided since Brass knew and worked with Grissom and had dealings with Mitchell in the past that he would go as well.
Brass looked at Grissom and spoke first, "Gil, are you O.K?"
Grissom nodded and replied, "Other than a few bad jokes at my expense I'm fine."
Brent gave Grissom a crack to the head, "This is my show and no one told you that you could talk."
Brass balled up his fist and was ready to pounce on Brent. Unfortunately Brent was able to read Brass's body language.
"Careful Detective, if I don't make it back into the building with Grissom here then Mr. Brown will be killed."
Brass composed himself.
"What are your demands Mr. Mitchell?" Linda asked.
"I have but one demand. I want Nick Stokes here and inside that courthouse in a half an hour. If he's not here in the allotted time I will kill one hostage every five minutes starting with Mr. Gruesome here until he does show up."
Grissom closed his eyes when he heard Brent's demand. He knew Nick and he knew that wild horses wouldn't keep him away. He would rather die than to subject Nick to any more turmoil. He only hoped that Brass would come up with something before Nick had to give himself up to Brent.
He opened his eyes and looked straight at Brass. He could see Brass wrestling with his emotions. He knew that Brass still felt guilty for Nick's abduction to begin with, even though Nick put it all behind him. Now more of his friends were in danger.
Brent started to pull Grissom back towards the courthouse, "Like I said a half an hour. You can contact me with your little bullhorn when he gets here."
The made their way up slowly. Brent was going up backwards that way he could watch for any activity from the police. Just as they were getting to the door Catherine, Sara and Greg ran up and stood next to Brass. Grissom looked at each one of them before he was pulled back into the building.
Whew…well there you have it Chapter 15. I was happy with the way it turned out. I hope you were to. Please let me know your thoughts good or bad, but I like good better.