Heee..thought I'd try and add a second chapter to wet ya whistles.. :p
Disclaimer: Same as before..I own nothing sob ..not evening the pen it's written with
Summary: Warrick's been taken hostage...no-one at the lab knows where he is...
Chapter 2: Revelations
Ten minutes before the night shift began, Nick strolled into the lab and walked into Sara in the hallway. They carried on walking to the same place they meet each night: the break room.
"Hey Sara."
"Hey Nick. You okay?"
"Yeah yeah..I'm fine. I feel refreshed," sighed Nick. Sara laughed.
"Well aren't you a lucky boy." Sarah grinned, with that big gapped tooth smile of hers. Nobody could not love that smile...there was something about it, but Nick couldn't put his finger on it. "We didn't all have last night off you know. Why do you think I'm heading to our friend the coffee pot."
Nick laughed "Yeah, figures. Hey. You know, if it's some of Grego's stash..maybe I'll have some." he said slyly.
"Oh, you evil thing you," replied Sarah, opening the door to the break room. Catherine was already there and was sat on one of the chairs, cup of coffee already in hand.
"Is that..." began Sarah, heading over to the pot of already percolated coffee.
"Greg's coffee stash...yeah," finished Catherine. "He should really find another hiding place for that...or..not," she smirked.
As the clock on the wall signaled the start of the shift, Grissom walked into the break room clutching a handful of papers.
"Okay, before I hand out tonights assignments, I've got something to say. I know that lately we've all been overworked with the amount of cases coming through our doors, but it shall be sorted out as soon as possible. Some of the cases shall be given to day and swing shift if not the Sheriff will be on our backs and we don't want that." Grissom glanced around the room. "Hey, has anyone seen Warrick?"
"Nopes..maybe he's running late. He seemed fine last night when we left the bar," said Nick.
"Okay. Well, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being. Any longer then I'll try calling him. Anyway, for the meantime, Nick, you've got a break in at the grocery store. Catherine, Sara, you're with me. Male DB in an alleyway."
"Suspicious circs?" inquired Sara.
"As of the moment, yes, " Grissom replied. "So, lets get started."
Nick made his way out to his vehicle and started the ignition. Before he left the parking lot, he punched Warrick's number into his phone.
Warrick was beginning to wake up. As he lifted his head away from his chest, he groaned. He couldn't remember what had happened. All he could feel was the sharp pain in the back of his head. He opened his eyes. It took him a while to focus and take in his surrounding environment. It was dark, apart from some dim lighting coming from an old lamp sitting in the far corner. He tried to move his arms, but without success. All he got for his troubles was the warm sensation of fresh blood as it ran down his hands. Whoever had tied the rope hadn't wanted him to escape easily, especially as they'd tied him to one of the structural beams.
"Ah, I see you've woken up at last Warrick. Do you mind if I call you Warrick or perhaps maybe Rick..of course you don't mind..you don't really have a choice do you? " came the man's voice, somewhere from the shadows. Warrick could hear the man's footsteps as he paced up and down, maintaining his position with the shadows. Warrick didn't respond. "Now now Warrick, where are you manners. Don't you want to know what happened, who I am?"
"Like I need you to tell me where I am."All Warrick got for his troubles was a foot in his stomach.
"There's no need for sarcasm, unless you want another boot in your gut. Well, anyway. You're here, because my brother is in jail, and would you know what...you're half of the pair that's responsible. I couldn't get your friend. Too well lit an area. But you..o boy, you were easy. You didn't even hear me coming. Your friends should be finding out about you soon enough. I left them a note you see, and some of your blood. Made sure I didn't leave any incriminating evidence. I know that's what got my brother caught. But, hopefully, he'll soon be set free, unless you're friends don't really care for you. We'll soon see."
"Brother...?"
"Yes, my brother. Marty Silver. Raped and killed girls. But I want him free. Those girls, they deserved it. They messed him around."
"No," Warrick said, "He's guilty. They didn't do anything to him. He targeted them. Innocent, young women. He's a sick, twisted, bastard."
"Don't talk about my brother like that." He lashed out once more at Warrick. Never had Warrick known the darkness to be so inviting.
In the alleyway, Grissom, Catherine and Sara were examining the scene before them. Sara and Catherine were processing the scene, taking photos of the crime scene, the position the body was in. Checking for anything that was out of place. Grissom however was watching over the coroner as he did his various tests on the body. He checked the pockets of the dead man. Nothing.
"There's no ID or anything in his pockets Mr Grissom."
"Okay, well, lets get the body back to the autopsy room. Take some fingerprints, see if we can establish an identity. Catherine, Sarah, I'm going back with the body." Grissom examined the body closer, picked up his tweezers and proceeded to recover a blonde hair off of the body. He popped it into an evidence bag. "Hey, I've got a hair. I'll take it back to the lab with me."
Catherine bent down, swabbing a patch of blood. "Yeah, we'll finish processing the scene and meet you back there."
Grissom entered his vehicle and along with the coroner and the dead body, left the scene.
Across town, Nick had finished processing his crime scene. He'd dusted the window and the surrounding frame for any prints, but he didn't find any. What he did find however was a small, droplet of blood on a shard of glass left in the window. He swabbed it, would get it to Greg as soon as he got back to the lab, but before he went there he had some business to take care of. He'd tried Warrick's mobile a couple of times throughout the night but it just rang. Same for his home phone. He had no idea where his friend was. He'd been in good spirits when they'd parted the previous night. Nick pulled his Tahoe outside Warrick's house. The lights were off. What is he playing at? Nick thought to himself. He got of his Tahoe and walked up to the front door, ringing the door bell. No answer. He rang it again, then banged on the door calling Warrick's name. He looked down at the step. And that's when he noticed it. Blood. He also noticed a slip of white paper, tucked under the door, but not far enough in to not be noticed. He picked it up, and began to read, eyes wide...
"Cause of death?" questioned Grissom.
Doc Robbins was bent over the body. He pointed to the left side of the body. "Stab wound, two in fact. One punctured the left lung, piercing the pleura, and lead to air entering the thoracic space. The second, nicked the heart. He had no chance. Put up a fight though. Bruising, fractured ribs, defense wounds on his palms."
"Any ID yet?"
"Well, I printed him just before you arrived. You just need to run them now, see if you get an ID."
The shrill beep of Grissom's phone broke the conversation.
"Grissom,"
"Grissom, it's Nick. I'm at Warrick's house."
"And..?" questioned Grissom,"Where is he?"
"Well, I err, found some blood...and a note...he's been taken hostage."
Well, this is the second chapter. I'll update asap. I'm going home tomorrow for a few days so if I get a spare moment, I'll try and update. :D Hope you're enjoying it so far
