Authors' Note: okay to give yea some of the stuff I got right now, at least enough to last yea hopefully, its hard transfering, well not hard, but time consuming... ' Now to answer the readers:D
DocOctavius04: Thanks. And for my reason why I hurt Griss like i do, is because its' the way i am. You look at my fanfiction, I take a main character, my favorite character, and just destroy him physically. Everyone that knows me personally thinks its just me letting my aggression out because I have no other way, its my outlet. I just like doing it, and they never go this far on the tv show. Wish they did though ' (All though that one ep where the suspect nearly strangled him was awesome.)
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The first sound he heard when entering the breakroom was a female gasp. He glanced up to see the concerned eyes that belonged to a certain brunette. He was speechless, no words came to mind on to form the right ones to explain what happened.
"Brass? Why are you covered in blood?" The fmeale asked, her concern was evident in her voice.
"uh..." Brass put a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it slightly.
"Where is Warrick, Catherine, and Nick?" Brass wanted to address the team as a whole.
"Cath and Nick are in ballistics, and Warrick is in the locker room" Sara answered. Warrick just entered the room with a confused look on his face.
"Whats up with Greg?" Warrick asked the police captain. The CSI then looked down at Brass's hands, and saw they too were blood-stained. Like he had saw on Greg earlier. Warrick had tried to get the young CSI to talk, but all he did was start to cry. Warrick knew something had shaken him up badly, but what was the question.
"What happened to you?" Rick asked eyeing Brass up, determined for an answer. Again he wanted to wait until the other two CSIs were there so he would only have to say it once.
"Sara could you go get Catherine and Nick, please"? Brass asked in almost a whisper of a request. Sara nodded slightly and moved off towards the ballistics room.
"Warrick, I suggest you sit down" Brass told the male CSI left there.
As Catherine, Sara, and Nick filed into the room, Brass was cleaning off some of the blood from his hands into the sink. The captain did not get all of it, but it made him feel a bit better.
"So what happened?" Catherine asked immediatly. Brass turned to them from the sink and sighed.
"I have some bad news..." He started off strong. "Ah...I dont know how to say this... but... Grissom was shot at a crime scene earlier tonight. " His voice gradually got ewaker and hesitations got longer. He barely maintained his compsure to get the last words out. There was a collection of gasps throughout the breakcroom as Brass dropped his head and stared at the carpet.
Like a light bulb turning on in everyones' headsm they realized the blood that covered Brass had to be Grissoms'. It really hit home for Warrick, because he saw Greg too, he was also covered in blood, even more so then Brass.
"How bad?" Catherine was the first to have the nerve to ask. All the rest were in too much shock.
"He was hit in the chest. Hes' at desert palm now." Brass answered.
Greg staggered into the breakroom then. His eyes glued to the floor. He had changed into some wrinkled clothing that was in his locker. His complexion was far more pale then his usual color. The whole bouncy and energetic atmosphere that usually accompanied wasnt there. This time was a quiet, traumatized, depressing atmosphere.
The youngest CSI sat down on the edge of the coffee table.
"Can we go now Brass?" Greg whispered to the elder man; The younger one was rubbing his neck to relieve some of the tension that was built up there. A futile attempt though.
"Yea Greg lets' go" The captain replied glancing over to him.
"We're coming too. Well meet you two there okay?" Nick intervened, standing up and glancing at the rest of the team. They were in the process of standing up and heading out.
Greg stood up and followed Brass to his car. Not a word was spoken between the two men, as they climbed into the car and drove towards Desert Palm.
"Do you think he'll live?" Greg finally broke the ice after five minutes of silence in the car. Brass let out a vocal sigh; debating weither or not to answer truthfully -what he thought- or lie - what he wanted to believe.
"Truth or suger coated." Brass asked seriously
"Truth" Greg answered quickly and with sterness that Brass had never heard in his voice before.
"He lost alot of
blood... Theres probably a slim chance of him living.
Brass
answered, fading towards the end. He willed himself not to tear up;
he needed to be strong for Greg, and the rest of the team.
Brass pulled into the parking lot, happy to have the drive over with. The silence was ackward and slightly erie.
"We're here" He announced to Greg. The young CSI lifted his head from the window ajnd glanced towards the elder man. Brass pulled into a spot near the door and turned the ignition off. He sent a side glance over to Greg, who had exited from the car quietly and all ready started to amble towards the entrance quickly.
Brass removed himself from the car and locked it. He then commenced to catch up with the much younger man. He did finally get in step with Greg, when they reached the doors going into the hospital.
"Guys, over here." Nick waved them over to the waiting room. Brass and Greg were the first to leave, but the last to arrive. Nick had saved them two seats next to the team. They had parked their butts into the corner of the room. Now it was just a game of waiting. The hardest part.
