Over Stayed Your Welcome, Mr. Grissom

Chapter 2

Catherine was just about to leave for home when her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She paused in the locker room and pulled it out. The caller ID read Gil.

"Gil?" She said as she flipped it open.

"Cath...I need you to meet me on the road to Jackpot..." He answered after a second, he sounded like he was hurt. She could easily hear his labored breathing over the connection.

"Gil, Whats' wrong?" She asked, worry had washed over her being then, she hadn't even notice Nick standing at the door by now, watching her. Her facial expression must have said everything.

"The... The brother...he shot me...The sheriff...left me to die... Please, I need you to hurry" He sounded desperate and in agony.

"Oh My god, Where are you, I'm on my way now." She asked looking to Nick with pleading eyes. She gently placed her hand over the reciever of the phone.

"Nick, your coming with me." She said, rushing towards him, still holding the phone to her ear.

"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." Gil answered as Catherine was practically running to her SUV now. Nick was on her tail.

"Gil, I think you should pull over now." She said urgently. The female CSI heard the fatigue and the agony in his voice.

Catherine jumped into the vehicle, followed by Nick, who was picking up the story as he listened to Catherines' side of the conversation. The male CSI knew one thing, and that was something was wrong with the boss. And that was why he followed, he wanted to help, and know what happened.

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Gil shook his head at her response. He wasn't going to pull over, if he did he would die.

"No, I need...to get as far as I can on this road." He hissed, blinking a few times, then pushing his back further into the seat. The added pressure made him moan in agony, but it woke him up again. Pain was good. Pain was his friend. Pain meant that he was alive.

"Grissom..." Catherine pleaded over the phone. She wasn't getting his point of view. He wanted to just bang his head against the steering wheel right now. He then saw a green sign that showed the milage to cities.

Las Vegas ...43 miles.

"Cath. I just passed a sign...Said I was 43 miles away from Vegas. I'll pull over...just on the side of the road, by that sign." The CSI supervisor told her, and then did as he had stated. The car pulled over, more jerkingly like. He made tread marks with his tires for putting so much pressure on the breaks at once. He parked right behind the sign, but didn't move much, aside from placing the cark in 'park'.

"Got it, Stay on the phone." It was more of an order then a question.

Gil chuckled slightly, but it turned into a coughing fit. He bent forward, leaning on the steering wheel, being closer to the phone. He started coughin up stuff, he felt it lodge in his throat and dislodge, coming into his mouth. By the time he finished his hacking session, he felt ten fold worse. He was barely able to crack his eyes open, he was so tired. He saw blood spatter on the steering wheel, and the drivers' window. He had coughed up at least a couple ounces of blood in that session.

"Gil, Talk to me, come on." Catherine was panicking on the other side on the connection.

"Things...just got worse..." He mumbled weakly into the phone.

"How did things just get worse?" Catherine basically repeated what he said in a form of a question.

"Coughing...up...blood..." He was barely able to talk. A heavy fog was setting in on his mind, it was starting to numb things. He let his hand holding the cell phone drop off the edge of the steering wheel to his thigh. He felt blood dripping still from his mouth from the coughing session before. Darkness crept into his mind, consuming it.

"Hurry...catherine..." He said with the last bit of energy he had. Gil couldn't contend with the darkness and the fog entering his mind. It was too inviting. He closed his eyes slowly, giving into everything. Slumming completely over the steeling wheel.