Hey guys, I know how shocked ya'll must be having a second update so soon after the last one but here we are! Thanks for the reviews, this chapter is a little short but I'll be making up for that with chapter eighteen, which is nearly finished and ready to type up.
Enjoy!
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"Now it's time to have that fun I mentioned earlier." He raised his hand that held the gun and used it to beckon at the group. "Ms Willows, if you'd be so kind as to join me?"
"Go to hell," Grissom snarled, extending his arm to push the woman in question slightly behind him; from the corner of his eye he could see Brass shift closer too, his jaw set.
A meanacing smirk spread across Palmer's face.
"I figured there would be some resistance to this part of the plan Dr Grissom, especially after I heard your little confession to Captain Brass." He paused, delighting in the way the colour drained from Grissom's face. "I need to thank you though, that little nugget of information means I know exactly where to hit you to cause you maximum suffering."

Gil swallowed and chanced a glance at Catherine. She met his gaze, placed a hand on his arm and began to move past him.
"Catherine stop!"
"You can't do this!"
Both Brass and Grissom began to vehemently protest; the latter fell silent as he felt her finger trace four letters against the skin of his forearm - P.L.A.N.
"It's ok," she whispered, squeezing him gently before crossing the room with palms raised, the international symbol of compliance.

"What the hell is she doing?" Brass muttered.
Grissom shook his head but stayed silent, his heart in his throat as he watched her progress towards Palmer, who was still smirking. It took every ounce of self control Grissom had not to fly at him when he lunged at Catherine, grabbing her cast and yanking her the last remaining foot, spinning her and pulling her roughly so her back collided with his chest. In the next instant his arm was across her shoulders and the barrel of the gun was pressed against her temple; the red head winced as the cold metal hit her skin hard enough to bruise.

There were a few moments of silence before Catherine spoke, her breathing ragged.
"Ok Martin, you've got me where you want me. Now what?"
She felt his chuckle reverberate through her as he trailed the gun down the side of her face and neck before sliding the tip of it into the top of her t-shirt and pulling it away from her body.
"Believe me, this isn't the exact position I'd like you in but I don't mind improvising."
"I remember thinking how polite you were when I interviewed you Martin, there's no need to be crude now."
She felt him tense and risked a glance at Grissom and Brass; in the short time she'd been speaking and holding his attention they'd managed to creep forward without being noticed by their captor. She also knew that she needed to execute her plan soon; Grissom looked as though he was going to have an aneurysm any minute.

Martin's voice broke through her thoughts, holding a far away note as though he were speaking through a memory.
"You were kind to me. You got me a drink and something to eat, you didn't shout at me like every other cop that dealt with me." He loosened the arm he had across her slightly, the movement causing something on his wrist to catch her eye; she could almost feel the light bulb spark to life in her brain.
"You were innocent Martin. You hadn't done anything wrong. I wasn't about to treat you like a criminal."
"You were the only person other than David who was nice to me, why are you still being nice to me? After everything I've done, to you and your friends."

There was a pause. In that instant Catherine knew she was losing him. She caught Brass' eye as he right hand moved to her waist band, sending up a silent prayer that he'd know what to do.

"You're trying to trick..."

Three gun shots cut off Martin's outburst. Milliseconds later three bodies hit the floor.

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Yes yes I'm evil I know!
Lily
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