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Sara looked around for the origin of the shot. Seeing nothing unusual she turned to Robert, who was now on the floor holding his stomach. She could see the blood beginning to trickle down his hands and on to the floor, creating a growing blood pool. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion.
"Oh my god!" She rushed to help him apply pressure to the wound. "Call 911! Call 911!" Blood was now getting all over Sara but she paid no attention.
She looked around again as she was applying pressure. Most of the people were scrambling around, not sure what to do. They were looking around trying to comprehend what was happening. At least a few were shouting at airport staff for paramedics. And some were just standing and staring, as if they were going into shock.
Sara was getting into a panic now. Everything was happening fast and the room was beginning to spin around her. She couldn't let Robert die. He had been a great friend to her when she desperately needed one.
Hunched over Robert, she had one hand holding his head and the other trying to stop the bleeding. His face was sweaty and it looked like he was trying so hard to hang on.
"Paramedics are on there way" Sara reassured him. "Just hold on". Sara began to repeat the last part until the paramedics arrived.
That's all he could do at the moment, luckily the airport had paramedics on sight so they wouldn't take long to arrive.
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Grissom was sitting at his desk reading paperwork on a case they had just finished up. He looked up as Catherine stepped into his office. She walked towards his desk, gazing at some new Artifact he had collected since she had last been in here.
"Some people just don't know what they are doing till it's too late." she said, referring to their previous case. She sat down in one of the chairs.
Grissom didn't reply in words. He just gave a nod and continued to work on whatever he was doing before.
"Any plans? Lindsay's at a friends." Cath asked. Although she knew he didn't have any plans, he would probably make some excuse.
"Hank needs to be let out." Grissom said. That was one of his more frequent responses and every time it would make Catherine wonder why he ever named his dog Hank.
"Gris, the dog can wait. When was the last time you have been anywhere but work and home?" Catherine didn't wait for an answer. "Meet me at the diner." She said as she walked out of his office.
Gil sighed; he knew he had no choice. As he got up to leave his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID it was Brass.
"Gil, we need you at the airport pronto." Brass said as soon as he heard Gil pick up.
"I thought Nick and Warrick had that case." He replied. It was an easy shooting, he didn't need to come.
"I'll see you in 20 Min then." Brass said and hung up. Gil walked out of his office to his car and texted Cath that he wouldn't be there and he headed for the airport.
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