A/N-Again thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciate them. :)
Grissom clenched his jaw as he drove out to the scene after the phone call ended. The moment he got back into the office he got the call from Brass that two of his CSI's were in trouble. He had heard about the serial killers case while at the conference and was going to confer with Catherine and Greg on it when they got back from the scene. He heard from Brass about the weird call from Catherine and he said he would meet Brass out there.
He worried about his youngest CSI being unconscious and bleeding. He had just come off a really bad year and now this. He had discovered Greg was a lot stronger than he gave him credit for over the last year. He dealt with his problems very maturely. He had really grown up a lot since he started in the lab. He just hoped Greg still had enough strength in him to deal with this
"I do not appreciate it when you say more than I want you to say. Next time I will do the talking." Ty said angrily.
"He was asking questions the DA would want to know. It could take awhile to get it arranged."
He smirked at her. "That's no problem for me, doll. I got tons of time, but I am not so sure about your partner."
He slid the knife down her face, leaving a small stream of blood in its trail.
Catherine kept her eyes cold to him, but the blood she could feel down her check stirred her nerves more.
"Drop your knife now or I'll shoot."
Ty and Catherine both turned around and saw Greg holding Catherine's gun. Ty failed to pick it up, figuring Greg was out for a while.
Greg had regained consciousness and saw Ty by Catherine hanging up the phone and threatening her. He looked around for something to use as a weapon. To his surprise he saw Catherine's gun an arms reach away from him. Even though he was in so much pain, he managed to make no sounds as he reached over with his tied hands and grabbed her gun.
He had never really held a gun before with purpose to shoot at a person until now, but he was not thinking clearly anymore due to the severe pain he was in. All he knew was he would do whatever it takes in order for him to not hurt Catherine. Then he saw Ty drag the knife down Catherine's face and that was when he acted. He could not bare the thought of anything happening to her. He steadied the gun in his two hands and aimed straight at Ty's back.
When Ty spun around in shock, he moved away from Catherine giving her a chance to scurry away from him. He did not bother with her, for now, he was too amused by Greg holding the gun. He started laughing at Greg. "Silly boy, you are too weak to hardly even hold that gun. Let me take that away from you before you hurt yourself."
He started to come towards Greg. Greg held the gun as steady as he could, his finger on the trigger. "Do not move any closer or I will shoot you." Greg said in a strangely calm voice.
Catherine had moved far enough away from Ty. She looked to Greg then. His face was pale and beaded with sweat. His hands were actually pretty steady for the condition he was in, but it was the empty look in his eyes that frightened her. His eyes always had so much life, now they just seemed dead.
Ty just grinned at Greg and moved closer to him. "I warned you," Greg said in a low voice. A shot fired off, hitting Ty in the shoulder.
Ty grabbed his shoulder, staring at Greg in shock. Catherine was also staring at him in shock, not realizing Greg knew how to shoot.
Ty's eyes burned with fury. He was going to kill Greg, no matter what deal he promised now. No one shot him.
Just as he was about to come at Greg, a voice boomed out from outside the door.
"This is Captain Jim Brass from the Las Vegas PD. We have the building surrounded. Give up the hostages and we will have Jessica released."
Ty slowly saw his control over the situation faltering. Greg had a gun on him and the kid was willing to shoot him. Catherine had gotten away from him and now stood away from him. To add to that the police were outside. He looked between Greg and Catherine. He needed to get to one to hold hostage again, but who would give him the least trouble. He looked at Catherine then he looked to Greg, who seemed to be looking worse every second. He decided to take his chances with Catherine, who was less armed.
Ty grinned at Catherine as he started walking towards her at a fast pace.
Greg had lost his focus when Brass' voice came through on the megaphone. He felt relief knowing finally someone else was coming to help them. He was feeling sick again as his whole body felt the drain of the blood loss. He was looking at Ty but his mind was not really registering what he was doing. It was not until he heard Catherine speak again that he did.
"Stay away from me," she yelled. Ty was going to take her hostage now. He stared at Ty and his gun discharged. He heard Catherine scream and he feared he hit her. Then he saw Ty turning around, glaring at Greg.
The next thing Greg saw was Ty limping towards him. Greg's vision started going blurry again feeling like he was about to black out. He tried to regain his focus on Ty but he was seeing multiple of him.
"You are going to die, boy." Ty had just about reached Greg with knife in hand when he heard the door burst open behind him and then the words "Freeze!"
Ty stood in front of Greg, who was breathing heavily and stared back at him with half lidded eyes. Ty wanted to finish off the miserable little punk. He made a sudden move towards Greg but stopped when he felt a bullet rip through his chest. He buckled down to his knees then fell sideways.
Catherine ran over to Greg. His eyes were closed now and he felt cold and clammy. He still clutched the gun though.
"Greg, it's Catherine. I'm here now. Everything is okay, you can give me the gun now." She ran her hand through his hair to let him know it was her.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw her. She looked like an angel to him.
Catherine laid her hands over the gun. "Let me have the gun, Greg." Greg loosened his grip on the gun and Catherine grabbed it immediately away from him.
"I'm so cold," he stuttered. She panicked hearing him say that and seeing as he was starting to close his eyes again.
She looked to Brass who had just come over. "Where are the paramedics?" He leaned down by them.
"They are almost here," he said while cutting both of their hands free.
He studied Greg a moment then realized Catherine's reason for panic. "I'll go find a blanket or something for him." He got up and went quickly out of the room.
"Greg, I need to lean you forward if you can. I need to see your injuries," she told him. He did not really respond. She moved him slightly and he made a pained groan. She gasped when she saw his blood soaked and ripped clothes on his back. She noticed two long slices down his back, one ending with an actual stab wound. Then there was the large stab wound in his right back shoulder.
Brass came back in with a blanket. "I got a blanket but the paramedics are here now." He noticed the fear on her face.
"How bad is he?"
She just shook her head, her eyes starting to water up. The paramedics came in and asked her to move aside. She got up and stood next to Brass. He looked at her.
"You'll need to get checked out too. That's a bad cut you got on your arm. Probably your face too." She looked down at her arm, forgetting her own injuries.
She waved him off. "I'll be fine. I'm just worried about Greg."
"They'll take care of him," he said as he put a reassuring hand on her back.
She looked over at Ty, who had been watched over by 3 uniformed officers. He was still alive, only because Brass knew where to shoot a man without killing him.
She had run for the door and opened it for Brass when Ty had turned his attention to Greg. She knew at the time Greg could not take on another attack and had seen how unsteady he had become. She was grateful Brass stopped Ty before he hurt Greg again.
Grissom had arrived on the scene and walked into the room. He saw the paramedics working on Greg. He went over where Brass and Catherine stood.
He saw the blood on Catherine's face, hands, and arm. "Are you okay? You need to be checked out too."
She glanced at Grissom. "My cuts are minor. Most of the blood on me is Greg's." They all looked over as the paramedics loaded Greg onto the stretcher. They had placed temporary bandages on his back to help stop the bleeding. He was laid on his side and they placed a blanket over him before strapping him to the stretcher.
"I'm going with him," Catherine said and followed behind the paramedics wheeling him out.
Grissom looked around the room. Another set of paramedics were working on Ty. Grissom's eyes went over to the bloody knife lying on the floor by a pool of blood by where Greg had been.
He put on some latex gloves and picked up the knife. He examined the blood on the knife and then stared at the blood on the ground and on the corner wall. He felt his anger unhitch a bit, as he well knew most of this blood was from his youngest CSI.
He bagged the knife then stood back up. He walked over to where the assailant was being put on a stretcher. He was still conscious.
Brass was already trying to question him. "Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, mind your own business." He sneered.
"You know once we get you processed we will know your name anyway," Brass reminded him.
"Fine. It's Tyler Renning. Ow!" He yelled as a paramedic attended to his leg wound. "Damn punk, hope he dies," he said as he rubbed his leg where Greg shot him the second time.
Grissom raised an eyebrow at Brass. "Greg shot him?"
"Apparently, except for the chest wound. Greg was holding onto Catherine's gun when I came in."
"Really?" Grissom seemed impressed suddenly. Then he turned his attention back to Tyler Renning.
"You better hope that he lives or you will be having to look out for your own life."
Tyler stated at the older man and could tell he was not joking around. He kept silent as they wheeled him out of the room.
Nick and Sara came in after Tyler was wheeled out. "What the hell happened here," Nick exclaimed as he saw the blood all over and had seen one ambulance drive off and another being loaded with Tyler.
Brass started filling them in on what he knew. He was going to have to question Catherine and Greg when he got a chance to find out more details.
"Is Greg going to be okay," Sara asked, concern filling her voice. Grissom responded with sincerity. "I'm not sure at this point."
Sara looked to Nick, who was equally upset. Everyone remained quiet until the sounds of the ambulance driving off stirred them.
"Was that the guy on the stretcher I saw on my way in here," Nick asked, his voice sounding tight.
"Yes that was him," Brass replied.
Grissom proceeded to tell Nick and Sara to start going over the scene again, knowing some was old from the original crime in the room.
Brass made sure a couple of his officers stayed on the door at the scene so nothing like what happened with Greg could happen again.
Grissom and Brass took off to Desert Palms Hospital to check up on Catherine and Greg.