Over Stayed Your Welcome, Mr. Grissom

Chapter 1

They had just pulled up to the brothers' house. Gil stepped out of the car first, looking at the house, getting a very uneasy feeling about the whole situation. The ride over there had been very quiet between him and the sheriff. Grissom saw the brother come and stand at the doorway, glaring at him. He then saw the sheriff come around the vehicle then place himself between his brother and Gil.

"Look, just give me a minute with him, okay?" The sheriff asked quietly. Gil nodded his head in accepting the offer. The sheriff then turned around and headed towards his brother.

The brother waved to the sheriff as he got closer, "Hey bubba" He said.

"Hey Cleveland." The sheriff returned, Cleveland never took his eyes off Grissom though.

"I wanted to ask you a few questions." The sheriff said stepping up to the porch to meet Cleveland.

"Whats' he doing here?" The brother asked, pointing to Gil. The CSI supervisor was watching them cautiously, he knew he was treading on thin ice at the moment.

"Lets' talk." The sheriff said quietly, Cleveland listened and stepped inside the house, followed by the other, closing the door behind him.

Grissom finally felt it was safe enough to glance around, while he waited. He looks to the one side of the house, scanning for anything of use. He then spots tracking, he approached it slowly. As he got closer he saw the treads looked like they belonged to a bike, and the treads lay past the house in both directions.

Gil was about to follow them when he heard a cat meow. He turned his head to the porch to see Clevelands' cat on the chair outside the door. The very same cat that had the hairs to of which he was lead here with. He approached the cat slowly, keeping his eyes on that cat, and only that animal. He got to the chair and was about to touch the cat, when it jumped off and moved past Grissom.

As the CSI was about to look in the door, there was a gunshot fire. He was frozen in his spot as pain came over him. A pain he had never experienced before, his mind suddenly became silent. He couldn't process a thought at all right now. His eyes drifted downward as though gravity and pulled them down. He saw blood seeping through his coat onto his chest. He was the one being shot at. Before he could even attempt to think his way through this, his knees buckled and he fell forward onto the porch steps.

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The sheriff came out behind him and saw the blood gushing from the wound in the CSIs' back. He had never ment for this to happen, he was just protecting his brother. Cleveland wanted to kill the CSI, and the brother just tried to get him to stop. During the fight for the shotgun the trigger was pulled, the shot had went through the window into Grissoms' back. Neither of them knew that he was right there. Cleveland let go of the gun as soon as he saw that he had actually hit the CSI. The sheriff took the gun, unloaded the rest of it, and pushed Cleveland onto the couch, where he had started crying.

The sheriff knelt down to take a closer look at the wound. He then knew he had to get the CSI as far away from here as possible. He heaved Grissom onto his back, not trying to be caring, but trying to be fast. He pushed the shocked CSI into the back of his truck and took off to town.

Once he got back to the station, he transfered Gil into the backseat of his SUV, and shut the door on him.

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Grissom was in too much shock to realize all of what was happening. He hissed in agony as the sheriff moved him from the porch to his car. He tried to stay concious as the man drove somewhere he didn't know. He then was hit with another wave of intense pain over the now consistant waves of agony, as the sheriff moved him once again. Grissom then realized he was just shooved into his own SUV, and the door was shut on him. The sheriff left him there for dead.

He tried to process what he should do now as the whole left side of his arm and chest were coverd in his blood. He moaned in agony as he flipped to being on his back and pressed the entry wound against the seat of his car. Thats all he could do to stop the bleeding on his back. The exit wound wasn't bleeding that much but enough.

After a few seconds he felt a sudden second wave of energy, at least enough for him to feel up to driving. He knew he was still bleeding, and it was very difficult to breathe, but he needed to get out of that town, because if he did not he would surely die. He grabbed the side of the passengers' seat and began to pull himself into a sitting straight position.

This was a strenious feat indeed. Gil was biting back from yelping in pain as the wound was jostled. He was out of breath by the time he was there, but knew he had to keep going. He propably wouldn't stay concious for much longer, he needed to get at least out of the town limits.

He pulled himself over the armrest into the drivers' seat. He quickly pulled out his keys with his least shaking hand as well as his cell. He let the cell phone rest between his legs as he started the car. He was in a panic now, he willed the engines to start faster. As soon as he heard the hum of the car over his own frantic heart beating; He pulled the car into reverse, pulling it out of the parking spot, and in the direction he came from. He then flipped it into four-wheel drive quickly and stomped the gas pedal very hard with his foot. In a second his car was going 50 miles an hour.

Gil put the cruise control on his vehicle for now so he could ease up some, but his hand was still wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He was clenching onto it like a lifeline. He felt faint but willed himself to keep driving, he was out of the main part of town by now. He felt blood drip from the entry woun in his back, and the pain never relented in the first place. He knew very well that he was going to pass out before he got even half way to Vegas. He pressed his back hard into the seat, to put pressure on the wound to stop it from bleeding. He couldn't bite back a scream in pain that time, his vehicle swerved a bit, but he managed to pull it back into control.

He fletched his bloodied hand to see if he could move it, it shot intense pain waves through his body to do so, the shot must have went straight through his shoulder blade. He could still move it though. He gropped blindly for his cell phone, and pulled it open. Catherine was on speed dial, thankfully. She could meet him half way. Gil shakeningly pressed the number that dialed Catherines' number, and pulled his hand, painfully to the steering wheel. He pressed it against the wheel to keep it still enough, he couldn't do it the rest of the way.

"Gil?" Catherine answered, knowing it was him. Gil could just barely hear her through the pain he was fighting, that and trying to stay on the road.

"Cath...I need you to meet me on the road to Jackpot..." He sounded alot weaker then he had originally thought.

"Gil, whats wrong?" Catherine was now sounding very worried, by the way he sounded.

"The...The brother...he shot me...The sheriff...left me to die...Please, I need you to hurry" Gil wasn't trying to sound desperate, but the pain was clearly slowing in his voice.

"Omg. Where are you, I'm on my way now." Catherine asked.

"I managed to get out of the town...I'm driving on the main road to Vegas from here now. I will have to pull over soon though." He already sounded that he should of pulled over awhile back, but he was going to push himself as far as he could get, it was his only choice. Thats if he wanted to live, and he did.