By: Adriane's Fire Power
Disclaimer: Come to think of it, I don't own ANY of the people in this story! Otherwise I would be living in a Manor on a ridge overlooking a glistening lake right here in Alberta with pool filled with cash! LOL
Summary: The Powerful and Explosive ending to One Thing After Another (you need to read that one first) Full Summary inside. Please read and review! GSR, WCR – WARNING: Character death
Sara has been kidnapped and Grissom has been shot, Sara's abductor is a man whom all of them know and fear, and the CSI Lab is, quite literally, sitting on a ticking time bomb. A dangerous man, a wounded leader, a missing Teammate, and 24 hours… The race is on and not everyone will get out alive…
Chapter 1 Wounded7:23 p.m
The Gunshot went off with a bang and the bullet ripped forwards smashing into its target and sending it flying backwards. Warrick Brown removed his ear protection as Nick Stokes walked over to the now dead dummy and examined the entry wound
'Confirms the husbands story' he said noting something down on a clipboard Warrick smiled
'Great' he said 'where do we go from here?' Nick smiled up at his friend, but the moment broke as Catherine Willows panicked voice rang down the hall
'Gil!' Nick and Warrick looked at one another
'Greg!' came Catherine's voice again 'call and ambulance!' Then another voice was thrown into the mix
'I'm Fine Catherine' said Grissom weakly, it was Nick who was out the door first, and he pushed open the door to the ballistics lab closely followed by Warrick and the resident Ballistics technician Bobby Dawson. Looking down the hallway Nick saw what he dreaded, Grissom was on the floor clutching a bleeding arm with Catherine at his side one hand over the wound the other on his shoulder. Greg Sanders was standing back slightly his eyes wide as if he couldn't believe that the man who always made him feel like he screwed up was down for the count with a bullet in his arm.
'Grissom!' Nick said as the three of them came over, Catherine was helping him to his feet.
'What happened?' Warrick asked, Bobby Dawson didn't voice his concern; he just pushed past the group and moved Catherine's hand from over the wound. He examined it for a moment then looked up at Grissom
'Your heart is set on not going back to hospital?' he asked, Grissom nodded, Bobby sighed, 'well' he said 'your lucky it looks like it just grazed you, antiseptic and a bandage and you'll be fine for a while.'
'I'll go get that' Greg said turning on his heel and striding off
'I don't care if the bullet grazed you; you were still shot! Why won't you go back to the hospital?' Catherine asked
'Because we have no time' Grissom said steadying himself on his legs.
'Why?' Catherine persisted
'You know that guy who stabbed Sara? He shot me and took her.'
Sara felt as if her whole world was moving at hyper speed, then again that could just be the car going 80 miles and hour. Her mind was wired beyond belief and her stomach was throbbing and bleeding. She was in the back of a car, the trunk to be exact, it had to be a larger car, perhaps even a truck with a closed in box, because she could just barely stretch her legs out. But she didn't particularly want to because every time she moved her abdomen screamed with a pain that was unexplainable. She kept her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach and her feet pushed up against the side of the trunk to anchor herself against the constant bumps of the road and the sudden turns. This person was driving recklessly, she could say that much and call it the understatement of the century. She was shocked that they hadn't been pulled over yet, because if they had, she would have begun screaming and kicking, making as much noise as she could inside the trunk so that she would catch someone's attention. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing and clear her head from the fogginess that had taken it over, she knew that something had happened between being rushed into surgery and now, but she couldn't remember. Think she told herself think and listen, for once in your life do what Grissom taught you. Grissom, she opened her eyes as a memory came flooding back. A kiss, then falling asleep with him on the hospital bed; despite her surroundings, she smiled, yes, now she remembered. She closed her eyes and tried to filter her thoughts as a group of them hit her like a tidal wave. Gunshots, her and Grissom leaving the hospital with a wave of other panicked people, opening the door and coming nose to nose with a 9 mm handgun a shot going off and a hit at the base of her neck. She opened her eyes quickly, no she thought, she refused to believe it, he had hit her with the butt of the gun and then shot at Grissom. She tried to hold back tears oh god she thought please let him be alive. Wait… something was changing in her surroundings, she shook her head of her thoughts and listened… yes… the car was slowing down, slowing way down. Finally it stopped completely and the rumble from the engine disappeared. They were stopped somewhere. She heard the door open and a person jump out onto gravel, and then the door slammed. Four long strides and then the lid to the box of the truck (yes she was in the box of a pickup) opened and cool silver light from the moon wafted in… she knew that it was at least four or five o'clock when she was knocked out, how long had they been driving?
'Get up' said a rumbling voice, she thought it better not to argue and she painfully pushed herself up to her knees, still clutching her stomach she winced as he took a hold of her arm and pulled it away from her stomach. He pulled her to her feet and lifted her from the truck box. His thumbs dug into her stomach and she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. When she landed she realized both her legs were asleep and she fell to the ground again, the gravel sunk into her knees as she was still in the pajamas provided at a hospital.
'Now' said the voice she heard a gun cock right by her ear and the cold metal muzzle press up against her temple 'let's send dear Dr. Grissom a little greeting.'