Rated M for mild profanity and some extreme violence.

Chapter 14: Dieing

After she shot the gun Kayla let it drop from her shaking hand, her nose dipped blood on the cement floor. She had face planted after she got shot, she had miner scrapes on the left side of her face and that metallic taste that only blood has. Kiyla lay face down on the floor, a small pool of blood forming around her middle. Kayla stumbled over the mans limp body to get to Kiy. She picked up the knife and stuck it in her belt loop blade tucked so she could fast draw and slash at the man when he got back up. She had hit him in the stomach, going against every thing she knew about guns. She didn't want to kill him just get him off her sister. Who was lying completely still on the floor. Her left arm ached with the GSW, but she managed to roll Kiy and put presser on her knife wound. She ripped off the bottom half of Kiy's shirt, it was ruined anyway, she tied it around the bullet hole in her arm. Going back to concentrate on her sister, tears splashed in to the blood.

****************Tanya and Jerome Keggle's House**************

Greg watched as the SWAT team smashed down the door to the suspect's house. Eric Keggle still lived at home with his parents, he went to college at the university a mile from his house. The SWAT team leader stepped out the door and gave the all clear. Apparently Eric wasn't home. Maybe he was with the girls. Greg picked up his case and walked in the house. It was dark he grabbed his flashlight and picked his way down the hall. He found the bedroom and looked threw papers on the desk, bills mostly. Greg was about to move on when he found a bill for a storage shed, the date on the bill was only a couple days ago, maybe that where the girls were.

"He's got a storage shed, out in the desert." He ran with the bill in his hands to the living room where Grissom was standing.

"Its an hour out even with a full police escort. Lets get going, there not here."

********************The Storage Shed***********************

The man moaned trying to roll over, he managed to get on his side before Kayla issued a swift kick to the head. He was back to unconsciousness in no time. Those self defiance classes were coming in handy, along with the first-aid coarse. Kayla found a first-aid kit unopened, set to expire next year. She used all the gauze on Kiyla's wound, she taped a pad across her bullet hole in her arm. The tiny tube of antiseptic was just big enough for the two them. Kiyla jumped when the cotton touched her skin. She was up and moving around, she must not be hurt bad.

"Do you think that Uncle Greg is close by?" Kayla asked a short time after they tied the man up.

"Yeah he's right outside, he just can't find the right shed." She cradled Kayla's head in her lap. "Go to sleep little sister every thing will be ok when you wake up."

Kayla began to snore a short time later. Kiyla got a pile of papers to make a pillow and put Kay's head on it. She grabbed the gun off the floor and kick the man lightly on the shins.

"Hey, Get up asshole." She kicked him harder.