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"I'll go and get a paramedic, Greg, you try and stop the bleeding." Grissom said as he hurried away.
"O.K." Greg shouted after him.
Greg sits down next to Lacey.
"Can I take off your shirt?"
"Will it help."
"Yes,"
"T… then, yes you can."
Greg reached for the top button on her light blue, bloodstained blouse and delicately undid it, then slowly and carefully, the ones after it. He then peeled off the shirt to reveal a nasty – looking stab wound and a now half red bra, that he suspected was once all white. Carefully he lifted her shoulders and took the shirt off. The hole was bleeding slowly and uncontrollably. She winced as he stifled the wound with her shirt.
"You're making me blush," she said a little shyly
Greg looks embarrassed and focuses his eyes away from her chest.
"That's better. So, you know who I am, ,who are you?"
"I am CSI Sanders, but you can call me Greg. We'll be working together,"
Just then, Grissom arrives with a paramedic and a stretcher.
"Greg, move out of the way,"
"I'll see you later," Greg said to Lacey.
"Yeah, see you later,"
Greg walks out of the plane.