Summary: The virus breaks out in Las Vegas and the team are forced to believe in what is being said in the news. It's not long before Grissom starts his own experiment to see if he can cure the virus once and for all but not before all hell breaks loose.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or the 28 days later series, I never will and it makes me sad to keep saying it D: I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine.
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In the midst of the city, nothing was heard but the slight, muffled noises of Linnaeus marking territory and making fresh food known to their quorum. It was unusual to see such a sight in Sin City as most avian wildlife was scared away from the loud noises and bright lights. There was no possible explanation for it but a science experiment had gone wrong, slightly worse than just wrong but in the sense it was certainly wrong. Ironic really, the one thing that the group trotting along the crimson stained sidewalk loved so much was the one thing that has destroyed where they lived. Science.
Cautiously taking steps through unknown substances, blood, trace, and the occasional stiffened corpse, the team were very slowly nearing Grissom's townhouse. If going there didn't work then their only option was to find a couple of cars with enough petrol to drive them somewhere safe. It was fair to say that he had no idea what to do, no more than what any of the others had.
Mortality was never something that the CSI's thought about, obviously any case of mortality was disproved due to being in contact with people who had faced their death. Any discussion over one of their colleagues fatality was never spoken of, most likely because some had already stared out death long enough to survive. Deciding it was way to quiet and a good pissing off was in order, Ecklie began to talk, much to the group's dismay, and they synchronized a groan.
"So Gil, other than getting us into this mess, what else have you fucked up today?" Just the sound of the weasel's voice made his blood boil.
"I didn't start this and you are seriously not considering a bitching match right now? I know you stoop low when you want but this is just pathetic."
"Now your going to back away from an argument again, please if you had any balls you'd stand up for yourself." From that Grissom had stopped, turned and walked towards the slightly younger man.
"What the hell do I need to stand up for? Nothing has been said for the past hour and you've suddenly decided to make today 'piss Grissom off day.' I'm so sorry but that's incredibly childish."
"We have unresolved issues and it pains me to say that I hoped we would have got along better than this."
"You spend most of your time watching me and my team trying to figure out reasonable ways of firing me! So I do apologise if I don't seem to like you!" Frustration clouded the distance between the two, mostly on Grissom's part.
"Fair point. Have you ever noticed that me and you aren't all that different?"
"I have nothing In common with you and for all I care I don't want anything in common with you, ever. I can be a gentleman whereas you're just a liar. That's the way things have worked and they're not going to change."
"You've turned bitter ever since I got that promotion, how much did that sting?"
"Don't ever be so sure of yourself because if this was me, you'd never hear your name. You can keep climbing to the top Conrad but in the end we'll be the ones to watch you bury yourself." With that Grissom had left Ecklie, mouth agape, and began to start their journey back to his townhouse again.
"Do you always say stuff like that to him?" Sara had run up beside Gil and started to talk quietly.
"I don't always say stuff that harsh to him but the end result is usually the same." He grinned at all the times he had practically stepped over Ecklie.
"I'll agree that was kinda mean but I loved every second of it! And judging by the other's faces, they did too." She flashed him her classic 'Sara' smile and he soon noted that she was in a better mood than earlier.
They had walked at least another mile before strange sounds bellowed from a nearby ally way. Instinctively most of the group pulled out their guns, ready to take aim on anything that wasn't humane. Standing dormant for a few minutes, nothing had appeared from the dark ally. It had fallen silent again until running footsteps were heard from behind. Turning around, a group of the infected were chasing after them.
"RUN!" Grissom shouted.
They needed to find somewhere safe to hide, there were way too many of them to shoot. Grissom made sure the team were close on his tail, he waved his arms around hoping to find Sara's hand in the process. She knew what he was trying to do and grabbed it the next time it had flung near her. Most of the team were ahead of the two by now, Grissom was never a particularly fast runner and it began to show. He felt guilty for dragging Sara down with him but she had pulled him along so far and all he needed to do was not let his fatigue get the best of him.
They had practically been ambushed as a couple of the infected had appeared from walkways beside where Grissom and Sara stood. They had simultaneously reached for their weapons and aimed at their head's. Everything seemed to go in slow motion in situations like this but nothing was slow at pulling the trigger. Before they could react to shooting their firearms, the infected had fallen to the floor and Warrick was pulling Sara over his shoulder as Nick assisted Grissom in trying to flee from the swarm about to attack them.
None of the infected had worn off from there task and the CSI's were slowing down from the lack of energy they were yielding. Brass had had a thought come to his head and persuaded the group to hide in one of the abandoned casinos. Money had been strewn across the cheap carpet next to the slot machines and black jack tables. Catherine had only taken a quick look to see where she was when she remembered seeing this particular layout. They were in the Rampart. Finally coming to a halt once they reached the security rooms, there was still no one insight and it looked as if they had lost the 'zombies' on the way. Using the cameras that were hidden throughout the main casino floor, they looked to see if the coast was clear.
"I think we should go now, the longer we wait the harder its going to be to get out of here." Grissom was looking intently at all the screens trying to see whether anything dangerous was around.
"Right okay. What if we come into contact with them again?" Catherine decided to chime in this time, she hadn't spoken since they had to wake up.
"We'll run but try and take a few of them out as well, preferably without using the bullets, that way we can save them for very bad situations."
"Are you saying that wasn't a bad situation?"
"No I'm saying it could be a lot worse."
Catherine pulled Grissom into the corner of the room and whispered. "Do you think Sam is still alive?"
"I hate to say it Catherine but no I don't think he's alive, you've seen the state the city is in and the amount of bodies lying around."
"What are the chances?"
"I can't really say this is a game of chances, we're not talking about poker here."
Catherine's eyes had begun to blur and Grissom wasn't sure if he should have said what he had said but at least he was being honest. Soon enough tears were streaming down her face and Grissom pulled her into a tight embrace.
They had stayed in there for another twenty minutes until Greg made a smart choice to continue moving on. Brass and Warrick took on the task of walking ahead of the group so they could clear a path. Soon enough they were back on the sidewalk and the beaming orange glow was at its hottest.
TBC
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A/n: My ideas are being drained and I'm slowly losing where I'm going with this. Please give me a hand, you'll credit promise! I wrote a another story called 'It's amazing how sweet love can be' I'd be grateful if you would review that as well as this chapter and let me know what you think :D