A/N: Yes it's another long chapter but at least it's not as long as the last one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Especially CSIfreak4ever, who has written some great GSR's which I think every CSI fan, should read or be forced to. Aruora.Grissom deserves a mention as she gave me a good idea for the middle of the story. Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long to update but work has really got me tied down at the minute. But I do write some during my lunch break so I'm trying my best. Please review and tell me what you think.

The shift had ended about an hour ago and Gil was still sat in his office looking over the scene photographs of the racial murder. He head was down staring at the laid out images that were scattered across his desk. The bodies, the blood spatters on the nearby floor and the message scribbled on the wall above the fireplace that was only revealed by UV light. The words kept skipping across his mind. A good tree can not bring forth evil fruit. They meant something and he had heard that phrase before but he couldn't place it. The feeling of eyes made him aware of someone else in the room and looked up to find Warrick stood in his doorway.

"What are you still doing here?" He asked as he entered the room. "Shift ended ages ago," Warrick crossed the distance between the door and Gil's desk

"I should be asking you the same thing," Gil answered as he peered over his glasses towards his friend. "Shouldn't you be at home with Tina?" Warrick sat in the chair in across from Grissom and sighed.

"She works during the day at the Hospital so I only get to see her before my shift," He continued to stare at the photographs on the desk in front of Gil. "What you working on?"

"Nothing really," Gil answered as he took off his glasses and rested them on the desk. Warrick shook his head.

"Your thinking about these spies from England invading your personal space, aren't you?" A smile spread across Gil's face and Warrick laughed. "Yeah me too," They were both silent for a few seconds before Gil bent over and opened his bottom door. He pull out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and placed them on the desk. He pulled open the top and poured a little into one of the glasses. He then looked at Warrick, who nodded. Gil filled the other glass and handed it to Warrick. Both men took a sip and leaned back in their chairs. After another few seconds of silence, Gil spoke first.

"You think that this is a good idea?" He asked. Warrick looked back at him.

"It's never a good idea to drink this early in the morning," He said as he took another sip from his glass.

"I'm talking about the team that's coming," Warrick sensed his serious tone.

"Well, I'm not exactly happy to be having somebody following me about everywhere and if it were any other case, I'd argue," He set the empty glass on the desk. "But I can feel something wrong with this case and I'd be happy to have someone a little bit more dependable watching my back than the rookies in the P.D. Plus, any insight we get from these guys is gonna help us with the case right?" Grissom sighed and nodded before taking the last sip of whiskey and placing his glass on the desk. Warrick stood up. "Thanks for the drink, I'm going home to get some sleep. I recommend that you do the same," Warrick headed towards the door.

"Warrick," Gil said. Warrick stopped and turned to face his boss. "If Tina's upset about you working graveyard, I can transfer you to Days if that's any better for you," Warrick smiled.

"I appreciate that boss, but Tina's cool. With all the extra work she's got going on at the Hospital, I doubt she misses me," Grissom smiled back and nodded before beginning to stand up to get ready to leave. "Anyway, you don't think I'm gonna let Greg and Nick have all the fun with those nice English girls do you?" Grissom let out a laugh as Warrick left his office. Gil quickly packed up his briefcase with the files he needed to review for tonight shift and headed out the door. As he passed through reception he saw Catherine also just exiting her office looking as if she was heading home. She carried her purse over her shoulder and several bags in her hands. She was obviously struggling. She walked down the hall and flashed him a smile as they both walked passed reception together. Without saying a word, Gil reached over and took one of the bags out if her hands and carried it himself.

"You know you're a mystery sometimes Gil Grissom," She said as they stepped out into the warm morning air. Gil stopped and turned back to her to see she was still struggling with the three other bags.

"And what do you mean by that Catherine Willows?" He asked. She tried to adjust the bags so that she was could be more comfortable carrying them but it only made it worst. She looked up at him.

"Well sometimes you can be the sweetest guy in the world…" He waited for her to finish but when she didn't he spoke.

"And other times?" He asked. She bit her lower lip before speaking.

"I don't want to say," She said quickly turning her head away from his gaze. He tilted his head to the side.

"And why is that?"

"Because if I do you won't help me with my bags," Grissom smiled at her before laughing and then suddenly he turned serious.

"Try me," He looked at her and silently challenged her to say it. Of course with Catherine being Catherine she said it.

"Other times you can be a complete asshole," He stood still and pretended to think for a moment.

"Your right, I'm not going to help you with your bags," He moved forward and handed her the bag he was carrying and turned to walk away. He took a few steps and then looked over his shoulder. She was just stood there looking at him and smiling. "What are you smiling at?" He asked as he turned back towards her. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Because I know deep down, that you're going to help me anyway," She said confidently. Of course he was defeated. He sighed and realised that there was no way he wouldn't help her. He walked back over to her and took two of the bags from her and they proceeded to her SUV. She opened the back door and placed the bags on the back seat before taking the bags from Gil and placing them in the same place.

"What time does Lindsey start school?" Gil asked. Catherine closed the back door of the SUV and looked down at the elegant watch around her wrist.

"She should already be on her way there, why?" Gil smiled.

"Come on I'll take you out for some breakfast,"

That night, they were all sat in the Break room once again. With no new cases popping up for that Shift they were all still working on the W.O.S case. They had all met in the break room at the beginning of the shift just to relax for a while but they're conversations had quickly turned to their bodyguards who would be arriving sometime that night.

"This is gonna be so cool," said Greg "We get to spend time with real life Spies."

"I doubt their as cool as the movies make out Greg," Warrick uttered. "Most likely there just gonna be like the FBI agents that we see all the time," Grissom sat at the head of the table without saying a word. He and Catherine had gone to breakfast that morning but had avoided this very conversation and talked about other things.

"Do we have any idea on how close these guys are gonna be?" Sara asked. Gil suddenly realised that everyone was looking at him. "Are they gonna watching from a distance or really breathing down our necks?" Gil shook his head before answering.

"I don't know Sara, but I'm not really that happy about someone invading my personal space either," All the faces in the room looked very solemn. "But it should only be for a couple of weeks," Suddenly they could hear muffled shouting down the corridor. Gil stood up and waked towards the closed door. As he opened it, the shouting really increased in volume. When the door was fully open, they heard a scream and then a gunshot. Instinctively, everyone hit the deck to get themselves out of harms way. Gil had also lowered himself at the door. He turned back towards his team to see them all on the floor, their eyes wide with fear. He looked back down the corridor to see several men running towards them. They were wearing long grey coats that cascaded down to the back of their knees. The coats weren't fastened and underneath he could see the black padding of some kind of body armour. Their faces were hidden by black ski masks and they were carrying a different array of guns. Ranging from Ak-47s to the smaller desert eagle. Behind them, he could see more men running out of reception and heading down the opposite corridors with several of the lab workings cowering at the sight of the gunmen. He had counted six men coming towards him and four disappearing in the opposite direction. He slowly coward away from the door but he continued to look towards the gunmen. He saw a tall one points in two directions before two of his partners ran in those directions. The door slowly began to shut under it own weight. It creaked, causing the tall man to notice the room and it occupants. He smiled, causing the mask to move slightly and then he lifted the semi-automatic weapon in his hand towards the room.

The air had changed outside the lab from the tension and the large amount of police cars that had parked outside at various angles. Their sirens were switched off but the lights were still flashing causing the red and blue flashing on the nearby walls. Brass was stuck outside and he hated that. He knew that his friends were trapped inside being held against their own will and that crushed him inside. He stood behind the hood of one of the police cars as he watched a small group of heavily armoured policemen making their way towards the front entrance. They tried their best to keep themselves as close to the wall as possible as to avoid being seen. The man at the front held a bullet-proof shield in front of him just in case as another officer stayed close behind him carrying the box that contained the secure phone. They approached the entrance door and stopped. The second man threw the box, which loudly banged against the glass door. They then retreated back, out of harms way and back towards the numerous police cars. He stood with the other end of the line in his hand waiting for someone to answer. He saw a tall man in a ski mask, walk up to the door and look through the glass pane down at the dark box on the ground. He then looked around to check it was clear before opening the door slightly and reaching out to grab the box. He retreated inside taking the box with him under his arm. Brass waited for what seemed like an age before he heard someone speak through the phone. He quickly lifted the receiver to his ear.

"This is Captain Jim Brass of the Las Vegas Police, who is this?" he asked. There were a few moments of silence on the other end before he heard them speak.

"Never mind that, I hope we can settle this without resorting to violence but should it come to that, do not doubt, we will do whatever is necessary to get what we want," The voice was very deep and seemed to contain an slight accent that had been chiselled away by years of American life.

"And what is it that you want?" Jim asked. Once again there was a few seconds of silence before he got an answer.

"In exchange for the hostage's lives," Jim's blood boiled at the notion of his friends being held hostage. "We want the full pardon and release of Peter Lambert. We also want any evidence to be destroyed regarding the investigation into the racial murders that he was arrested for. You have until 9am to release Peter and to destroy the evidence. If our demands are met then the hostages will go free but if you don't then we will have to take more drastic measures," Jim head the other end of the line cut off and he sighed before shutting off his receiver.

"Jim!" He heard a familiar voice behind him say and he turned to see the Sheriff walking towards him. "Have you spoke to them Jim?" The Sheriff's face was a picture of worry. Probably more worried about the media blowing this out of proportion than the welfare of his lab rats.

"Yes sir, I just spoke with one of them," Jim answered. "They're demanding the release of Peter Lambert and the destruction of any evidence relating to his crimes," The Sheriff shook his head and sighed.

"We don't negotiate with hostage takers Jim," He spoke quietly, intent on keeping the conversation between him and Brass. "This is no exception," Another officer walked up behind them and coughed to get their attention. As soon as they heard the cough, they both turned around. "Ah Jim, this is Sergeant Williamson, SWAT Commander," Jim outstretched his arm and gave the guy a quick look over. He was tall, probably about 6"1'. He had short dark hair and he was wearing a tuxedo. Williamson took Jim's hand and shook it quickly. "He's from the LAPD. His team is here for a conference and has offered to help us,"

"We'll help however we can," Williamson added. A younger LVPD cop approached them carrying a large folded piece of paper.

"The building layout you asked for Sheriff," The young cop handed him the paper. The Sheriff grabbed the paper from him and began unfolding it on top of the hood of next police car. Jim saw that they were plans for the lab building. Williamson joined them and also looked down at the layout before them before sighing.

"Well there's nothing distinctive that pops out at me as an easy way in apart from the front entrance or one of the fire escapes," He pointed to the many fire escapes on the ground floor before looking at the second floor layout. "The second floor we can't reach. What about the roof?" He turned to the Sheriff who quickly looked at Jim for an answer seen as he used to work in the building.

"Well, there's no direct access through the roof apart from the ventilation system but there's nowhere for you to drop out of inside," He said after a few seconds thought. "Because it's designed to be a secure building with the evidence vault inside so the entire ventilation system is designed so it can't be used for access," A slight humming noise filled the air. They all looked around to see what the noise was. It increased in volume and continued to get louder until it was recognisable.

"That's a chopper," said one of the members of the SWAT team that had followed Williamson. He pointed behind them as a very large Chinook slowly flew overhead. The air blew around them as it passed causing the leaves on the nearby trees to dance around following the breeze. The massive helicopter slowed to a hover and lowered towards the ground. It lowered into an empty space on the other side of the car park but it soon became obvious that it was too large to land in that space. Once it was about 5 feet from the ground, the side door opened and one person jumped out and landed on his feet. He was wearing a dark red jumpsuit and some light body armour on his torso. His hair was short and dark. He began walking towards the police officers before three more jumped out the side door and began following him. They were all wearing the same red suits and armour. The Chinook rotated and the back door began to open, creating a ramp that was only foot or so off the ground. Slowly a SUV began to roll out of the back and onto the ground making the final bounce as it left the sanctity of the Chinook. Jim was shocked that the massive Humvee could be transported in such away and by telling that the way the Sheriff was staring, he didn't believe it either. The group approached them as the Humvee slowly followed behind.

"Captain Brass?" The lead one shouted. Brass was still a little shocked at what he had seen but he quickly came round.

"Yes, I'm Captain Brass," Jim said. The lead one turned to him and quickly held out his hand.

"Lieutenant Billy Savage," Jim met his hand and shook it. "We've been assigned to protect Dr Grissom and his team but it looks like things have developed a little," He said pointing towards the lab. His English accent wasn't strong but it stood out as different. The Chinook closed it back door and began to fly away. Everyone watched as it increased its height and took off, flying over the lab and into the distance. They all turned when the door to the Humvee slammed shut and a tall blonde man joined them.

"Only five of you?" The Sheriff asked over Jims shoulder. "We were expecting six," The five people nodded before Billy continued.

"Unfortunately, our Captain has been detained but he's on his way," He quickly shook the Sheriff's hand. "He sent us on ahead and we were flying over Colorado when we heard the news so we got here a soon as we could," He held his hand up to his ear. Jim saw that he was wearing a small headset, like a hands free kit for a mobile phone. Billy didn't say anything to it; it just looked like he was listening to something. He looked back towards them. "Have you got the plans for the building at hand?" Jim nodded and turned back towards the police car where the building layout was stretched across the bonnet. Billy looked over it slowly, his face looking concerned. Williamson joined him and they both began discussing their options. Jim listened closely to them.

"Well from the speed they came out and picked up that secure phone, its more than likely that they have a few people keeping an eye out or if they've professionals they're using the CCTV system to view the outside," Williamson said as he pointed to the front door on the map.

"There is small monitor in the reception area and the main collection of monitors is in the CCTV room on the second floor the security guards," Brass said as he pointed at a small room on the second floor. "But the video can also been watched on any of the networked pc's in the building,"

"Captain Brass?" A voice said behind him. "Do they have internet access on those pcs?" Jim turned and saw that it was the blonde man who was asking him the question. Jim looked at him blankly for a minute trying to remember this name from the photos that they had been given. "Sorry, Lieutenant Steven Bullock," They both shook hands before Jim answered him.

"Yeah, I've seen people use them to access to the internet," As he said it he saw a small smile on Steven's face.

"You think you can hack it?" Billy asked. Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"Depends how smart the technician that built the system was," He said reluctantly. "But if it's got internet access I can hack it," Billy nodded and Steve ran back to the Humvee he had got out of.

"Ok guys, listen up!" Billy said as he walked back over to the map of the building. "Were gonna make an attempted at entry, and were gonna use these two fire escapes to do it," He pointed to a fire door on each side of the building. "I'm also gonna need two snipers watching the building. One from the east and one from the west if possible. There appears to be two high rise offices on those sides that look like excellent vantage points," He turned to Williamson. "Sergeant, I'm gonna need to borrow one of your best sharpshooters,"

"Whatever you need," He turned and whispered to one of his crew who ran off to deliver the order.

"Right, Kim," He looked towards a short brunette girl who was stood among the crowd. She held up her hand to him to stop him from continuing with his little speech.

"Please tell me I'm gonna be the one busting down the doors this time?" She asked. He smiled at her and she smiled back slightly.

"Sorry sweetheart, I need you on the roof watching my ass," She sighed and shook her head.

"Such a nice ass too" She grumbled under her breath as she walked to the SUV.

"Danni and Wayne, you guys have got the east door and me and Steve will go in using the west door," Billy pointed to Steve who was still sat in the car. He stuck up his thumb to indicate he had heard. "Right guys, go get dressed," Billy, Danni and Wayne walked through the crowd and round the back of the Hummer where Kim had just opened the boot door. She reached in and pulled out a large silver case and placed it on the floor. She pulled out another black case and opened it on the parcel shelf. Jim walked over to them just out of curiosity. He saw the black case contained more of the radios that Billy was wearing. She pulled one out of it protective foam and placed onto her ear. She did the same with the rest and handed them to her team mates. She turned to Brass and smiled at him. She pulled out the last one and handed it to him.

"It's better that you listen in, just in case we need advice on the building or the people inside," She said causing him to smile back. He took the device and placed it over his ear like everyone else had done. "It's a multi channelling system so many people can talk at the same time," She reached down and picked up the silver case by her feet.

"Thanks for this, I'm really worried about them," Jim said as she brushed past him. He was talking about his friends inside and that made the knots in his stomach, jump up into his throat. She stopped and turned back to him.

"Don't worry about it; they've got the best people working for them. You'll be eating breakfast with them before you can say 'Spanish Omelettes'," She walked away and out of the car park towards the nearby office building. He stifled a laugh and then turned back towards the others. They were quickly fitting into some heavier body armour. Jim took a quick look into the back of the Humvee and saw an arsenal. A large collection of weapons and armour. Small crates containing different types of ammo with little white stickers with the caliber written on the side. There was a large amount of different cases that he presumed contained more equipment if not a change of clothes for them as they would be staying for a while. It was all in precise order, all easily accessible in an emergency. It reminded him of the company SUVs that the CSI crew were given, everything in the right place. Suddenly he heard, one of the cars front door open and a shout from the inside. They all ran round to the front of the vehicle, where Steven had placed a laptop on the hood of the car.

"I'm in," He said as they looked over his shoulder at the laptop screen. It showed surveillance footage from the numerous cameras in the lab. They could see several gunmen stalking around the corridors.

"Well if they're also using the cameras on the outside, they're gonna need shutting down before we make our move," Danni added with her soft English voice.

"I've already got that covered," Steve said rather proudly. "Hit the return button, the system shuts down the outside cameras. Hit it again and the entire security system goes down including the locks on the fire escapes and the lights on the inside,"

"Nice," Billy said from behind Danni. "Jim that's gonna be your job, when we give you the signal hit return once and the outside cameras will shut off and then we'll give you a second signal to shut down the entire thing," Jim nodded and Steve motioned for him to sit in the Hummer's drivers seat. Jim did and soon found himself with the laptop on his knee. The three men and woman returned to the back of the Humvee and returned a few minutes later wearing heavier armour and carrying some brand new M4 carbines. They continued to stand around the Humvee. They had left the Humvee door open and the boot door too. Jim didn't know why they had but he didn't question it. They split up into twos and wished each other luck before finding a decent starting point. Jim heard clear speaking on his headset. "Ok, everyone report,"

"Blue team standing ready for first push to east entrance point," Jim could easily tell that it was Danni speaking.

"Vantage 1, standing by, watching the west side of the building," Kim said.

"Vantage 2, standing by, watching the east side of the building," Said the borrowed officer that Williamson had provided for them.

"Jim, you ready?" Billy asked.

"Ready and waiting," Jim answered quickly.

"Ok shut down the outside cameras when you're ready," Jim reached down and pressed the return button on the keyboard of the laptop. He saw a quick flutter on the screen and a message on several of the cameras saying 'No Signal'. The internal cameras were still working and nobody on the inside looked any the wiser.

"The cameras are down, move when your ready," what seemed like an eternity passed before he heard anything.

"Red team, Stacking up on the west door, ready and waiting," He heard Billy say in his ear.

"Blue team is stacked up on the west door, awaiting entry order,"

"Ok Vantage 1 and 2. You guys got an eye on anything?"

"Nope. West side is clear," Kim answered from her perch before the other sniper answered the same for the east side.

"Right everyone's ready; Jim cut the security system inside on the count of three. Ok?"

"I'm ready when ever you are," Jim answered still looking down at the laptop screen.

"One…Two…Thr,"

"Stop!" The voice echoed across the radio system. It was voice Jim didn't recognise at all. It was definitely a voice he had never heard before.

"Who was that?" Jim asked.

A/N: God I love leaving things on the edge, it really get you thinking doesn't it? Please Review.