Short Handed

Chapter 1

"What did yea do with the nail clippers?" Grissom asked Greg, not even looking up from his clipboard yet.

"There right over here." He answered promptly fetching them from his work area.

"Figured it wasn't a high priority since I already ID'ed the scene and the victim." Greg continued, switching the bag with the nail clippers from hand to hand as he spoke to his boss.

"But that only proves that they had sex. The nail clipper can place Jason Kenneth at the murder scene. His nails, Her DNA, traces of the booth, etc." Grissom explained, eyeing Greg up.

"Killer, Victim, Location..." Greg answered with the revelation.

"Only Trinity, Greg, I need that." The supervisor spoke and was about to turn around and leave, but paused and looked around with a puzzled smoke.

"Do you smell burning plastic in here?" He asked, eyeing up his DNA analyzist once again. Greg sniffed around, turning his back away from the fume hood.

Before he could answer there was an explosion, that sent both supervisor and analyist flying away from the fume hood. Greg was pushed through the class of the room and into the hallway. Gil was slammed against the corner posts of the lab, then slide down, crashing through the items there. There was a fire where the fume hood once lay, and immediatly the hoses went on, as smoke interlaced the area.

Gil was sitting up straight slightly, the glasses he wore were completely obliterated into tiny sharp pieces that now outlined his cheek bones and nose. The front of his shirt and coat was now ripped, caused from being face first to the explosion. Some burns were on his chest from being in such close proximity. Part of his shirt was burned right to his skin. There were some rips and tears in his clothing from the debris, and having so much glass in the lab caused some minor scraps. What was more threatening then any of this though was that he was flown back into the posting. Grissom was unconcious the moment he hit the corner of the lab, and slid down.

Greg on the other hand, was flown backwards from the lab, he crashed through the glass wall flipped over in the hallway. His back was badly burnt from the explosion, as he still concious, on some level at least. He tried to get up slightly, but the pain was too unbareable, he just slide back down before he got to his hands and knees and fainted.

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Sara had just put down her sandwich as soon as she saw her supervisor walk off down the hall. She started working up the nerve to ask him out for dinner. She followed him closely, but not close enough for him to notice her. The female CSI watched as Grissom entered the DNA lab, to find his young analyist working. She stood in the corner furtherest from the DNA lab, facing Grissoms' back as she easedropped on their conversation.

"What did yea do with the nail clippers?" He had asked Greg.

"There right over here." The young analyist answered grabbing the evidence with hast. "Figured it wasn't a high priority since I already ID'ed the scene and the victim."

"But that only proves that they had sex. The nail clipper can place Jason Kenneth at the murder scene. His nails, Her DNA, traces of the booth, etc." Grissom explained to the sometimes arrogant man.

"Killer, Victim, Location..." Greg muttered quietly as if it was elementary. Sara took a few steps closer to the door, neither of the men had noticed her yet.

"Only Trinity, Greg, I need that." Grissom said after Greg went quiet. "Do you smell burning plastic in here?" He asked then.

Sara then watched as if in slow motion Greg turn around, then an explosion. The blast shook the very foundations of the building, at least in that area. She was pushed back into the wall, and she saw Greg fly through the wall of glass. She couldn't see exactly what had happened to Gil. She fell to her knees as the glass from the wall shattered and some stray pieces slashed her with light scratchs across the face, and another stray fragment of glass shoved into the palm of her hand. She was in a mist as the smoke filled the lab, and the hoses from above the fume hood went off for a few seconds.

She watched helplessly as Greg tried to get up but didn't get very far. Then her thoughts finally came back to Gil. He was closer then Greg to the blast, he must be just as badly injuried. Sara shakeningly pulled herself to her feet, and walked into the lab.

That was when she saw him. He was half sitting up straight, and half threatening to fall over on his side. His back was laid up against the corner post, and she could faintly see blood leaking down the side of his neck. He propably hit his head and back badly. As Sara came closer, she was more horrified on his condition. The glasses that he had on had broken into several small pieces of glass that were now protruding from his face, mainly his cheek and nose areas. His shirt and coat looked like Gregs' did, but only on the front. She knelt down next to him and placed a hand on the side of his neck, searching for a pulse.

"Please don't do this to me." She whispered quietly, as tears threatened to spill. After a few seconds, and rising panick she found a weak but steady pulse.

TBC