Hunters and Collectors
Disclaimer: CBS owns CSI
A/N Ok I'll let you read this without any of my smart comments, but we'll reveal the nature of the assailants here.
Chapter 5
There was no doubt in their minds that Nicola Fremont was scared of what her accomplices could or would do now that she was in custody. Now they just had to find them, but how many of 'them' were there, were they male or female? How dangerous were they? They would kill Nicola, but would they kill anyone else who got in their way? All these questions were unanswered and she refused to answer them.
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"Damn, damn, damn!" swore the disgruntled man.
"What the hell are you swearing for now George, you know she won't squeal on us, she'd rather die first, besides she's my sister and I should know. We just have to find a way to get her out of there ," replied the young woman gruffly.
"Heather, sister or not she's becoming a liability, she didn't even get the sword for us, so now the police have it, we are down one person and our little set up has come to an end. We have two choices, three if you're not squeamish."
"Squeamish? No George don't go there, we are not abandoning or killing my sister, we need her back so we can set up somewhere else."
"Nah, don't worry, I wasn't talking about killing Nic, just something else so that we can get her back, but it involves getting into that hospital."
"I'm listening most intently, you have a cunning plan don't you."
They talked some more as he outlined their plan, to be sure it was a good plan at first glance, if they'd known who they were up against though, perhaps they would have turned themselves in first. An awful lot depended on luck, if only Nicola hadn't shot that cop, the world was full of ifs and buts.
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Sara felt optimistic when she went to see Sofia in the hospital the next day, the doctors had said she was now almost stable enough to have her back surgery and remove the bullet, which was of course excellent news. What she didn't see at first was a new nurse and doctor heading towards Nicola Fremont's room.
George and Heather had walked confidently down the corridors of the hospital looking as though they really worked there and had located Nicola's room without difficulty, mainly because it was the only one with two police officers in front of it, one male, one female. George was prepared for this, on his belt he carried a Ruger Kel-Tec P-32 mousegun .32 ACP, a very small concealable handgun. He came up to the two officers and starkly pointed the weapon at one of them.
"Into the room without fuss and no one gets hurt, my partner will relieve you of your equipment, try or say anything and you won't live to regret it."
The two officers complied readily as neither wanted to get shot or worse.
"Heather, handcuff them together, hands behind them, right wrist to right wrist and left to left as we planned then unlock Nic grab the cuffs and we'll try to head out without anyone stopping us."
Officer Norman Fletcher had to try something even though he was securely bound to his partner Officer Eva Rogers.
"You won't get far, there are police all over this hospital especially since she shot one of them."
"I thought I told you not to say anything."
George quickly made him regret saying it by pistol whipping him across the face and knocking him out, his body slumped sideways taking his partner down with him.
Nicola was pleased to see them and winced as she climbed down into the wheelchair and readied herself for the great escape.
"You guys are the greatest, I had them worried that you were going to kill me if I said anything so they left, but I daresay they'll be back to try again."
"Can't leave my big sister in hospital or jail now can I? How about we get out of here and head for Canada?"
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Something was nagging at Sara's mind, she'd been in to see Sofia and they hadn't operated on her yet but that wasn't it. Something about two people heading towards their suspect's room had her curious and concerned, no one except the designated doctors and nurses were allowed there and those two were not on the list, of that she was sure. Sara being Sara decided to investigate, she whispered her suspicions to Sofia as a goodbye for now and headed off to Nicola's room.
She arrived at the room to find the two officers on the floor, one bleeding badly from a head wound, and she dialed Brass and hit the nurse call button.
"Help is on it's way guys, I have to follow them."
"We understand Sara, just go get them and hurry, Nicola is in a wheel chair and the guy named George is armed, the woman named Heather has both of our weapons and one set of cuffs, Norm has a hard head on him and I'm fine."
She took the stairs two at a time racing down to the parking lot, police were on their way but if she couldn't delay them it would be too late. She burst through the doors to the parking lot in time to see two of them helping the third into a large sedan, she ran towards it with her Glock in her hand.
"Hold it, you aren't going anywhere."
George was fuming, this woman was going to ruin his plans.
"What do you plan to do about it girlie? Shoot me? I'm unarmed, like to see you get away with that one."
"Oh I know you are armed George, so is Heather, so either get down on your knees now or I'll shoot you where you stand."
One shot rang out, echoing through the parking lot, everyone looked bewildered as to where it came from. Only Nicola knew where it came from, she was holding the smoking gun in her hand and smiling evilly.
"Let's get out of here guys."
"Nic did you just…shoot a cop?"
"She's no cop, just a nosy CSI bitch, no loss if she's dead."
"And if she's not dead? Then what?"
"Then I'll finish her off, end of story."
Heather piped up with an idea.
"If she's not dead, check, maybe with her as a hostage we can really get out of here, no one would dare stop us."
Sara had felt a sharp burning pain smashing through her right shoulder, her gun falling useless to the ground and she beside it, she tried to grip her weapon with her left hand and aim but nothing was focusing clearly and she definitely was not used to firing it left handed. Her head was aching, a left over from the concussion earlier, and this extra pain did not help in the slightest. She saw them walking towards her and tried to reach for her gun but her right arm would not allow any support and she just lay there gasping in pain, waiting for the inevitable end.
'Come on Sidle, this isn't the way to go out, not passively waiting to be shot, not on some dirty parking lot floor, if you want your dream, fight for it.'
A/N Oh dear, cliffie perhaps? Ah well what is a story without one? So options are, dead Sara, police arriving in time, or hostage Sara.
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