Title: In Shock
Author: Nicksfriend
Rating:k+
Spoilers: For Gedda
Disclaimer: Bottom line...they belong to CBS and to those who make millions
Author's note:This is my fifth CSI fic. I actually jumped when the undersheriff shot Warrick; I did not expect it...but I could see that it could have been survivable.
Listen, I do have a medical background so sometimes I do get carried away so forgiveness is asked beforehand.
The ambulance was speeding as fast as possible towards the hospital, their passenger was critical. The bleeding was profuse and regardless of their efforts his breathing was continuing to get worse.
"His neck is really swelling, we need to get a tube down now." The paramedic in the back yelled up front.
A second paramedic joined him, a laryngoscope was readied and a endotracheal tube was ready to insert but the swelling and the bleeding was massive.
"I can't get a visualization, too much bleeding, I need suction." Attempting to get a better look to insert the tube not wanting to go in blindly due to the wound and damage done.
The portable suction was turned on,but the suctioning was not helping, "We're going to have to trach him, his sats are really dropping."
The second paramedic grabbed a trach kit, something they had done before but not too often and not in a long time.
The pack was open and the scalpel removed with sterile gloved hands,"When I make the incision I need you to insert the cannula and start bagging." Looking up at his partner who seemed uncertain that they should attempt this procedure with the massive wound to the neck.
"Do we have a choice?" the second paramedic questioned.
"He will die if we don't do something, just have the cannula ready." He instructed as he made the incision.
"Now." His hand keeping the incision open as his partner inserted the small tube and connected the bag, squeezing it gently to give him some much needed breaths.
Taking his stethoscope and placing it on the patient's chest listening for breath sounds,finally hearing the sound of air circulating in his lungs, the sat monitor's improving numbers proof of their success.
His partner continued to bag the patient, he needed to get his patient some volume, the blood pressure was dropping even lower, their patient's pulse was weak and thready, the bleeding was too much, their patient was go into hypovolemic shock.
The fluids hanging were going in as fast as possible, he took a manual blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around the bag, then pumped it as tight as he could , it would help in assisting the fluids to go in faster.
He then pulled out a bottle of albumin, a volume expander and inserted the tubing, turning around and elevating the patient's legs. Pulling out an angiocath he prepped the patient's arm for the IV insertion, within seconds he had established a second line in the right antecubital space and he quickly started the volume expander, attempting to get the systolic pressure at least above eighty.
"We need to get to the hospital man, I've done all I can, he is still crashing." The paramedic yelled up front, as the two continued attempting to save their patient in the back.
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Nick slowly stood and looked around at the police cars arriving at the scene, he had a job to do and it needed to start now to protect the evidence.
"Put up the crime tape and I don't want anybody inside of the perimeter sealed off, I need someone to go to my Denali parked up front and get my Kit, my camera and some gloves." Nick barked out the orders, running on the adrenaline of seeing his friend shot, dying.
An officer approached to get Nick's keys, Nick still remained part of the scene, Warrick's blood still covered him, he pointed to his pant's pocket and an officer fished them out and headed quickly to the front parking area.
When the officer returned Nick took the box, his camera and gloves, he opened the box up. The gun was to be bagged first. He went to the open passenger window and dusted for prints, even in the dark he could see that there were several.
Brass arrived at the scene, and as he approached he saw a blood covered Nick,"Nicky, are you alright?" Suddenly noticing it was Warrick's car that he was processing.
Nick did not answer, he continued to collect the evidence, pulling out swabs and taking samples of the area around the scene, focused on nothing else but getting the man who had shot his best friend.
Guilt flooded his thoughts, he should have walked him out,too consumed with getting a date with the redhead, he had been selfish, and now Warrick was fighting for his life.
Brass looked over to the officer watching who had blood stains on his shirt,"What happened?"
"We heard two gunshots, we saw this car, horn blaring and Warrick Brown was face forward on the steering wheel. The paramedics came but I don't really give him much of a chance, a gunshot to the neck and to the chest."
"Where did they take him?" Brass mentally slapping himself for not giving Warrick police protection, Officer Pritchard still had not been located and there was still someone else, another dirty cop that needed to be caught. They had let Warrick down.
"The paramedic called out Desert Palms." The officer glanced over to Nick who was working feverishly collecting evidence and taking pictures of the car.
"The CSI is not hurt?" Pointing at Nick who was still very concentrated on gathering evidence.
"No,from what I gathered they must have been really good friends. The officer shook his head and just starred at theCSI. "When he finally stops I am afraid he will break."
"Don't count on it." Brass replied and started walking towards Nick, trying to avoid getting too close to a working Nick.
"What do you have Nick?" Keeping his voice low and calm.
Nick reached in and pulled out the weapon from the seat, "It's a Sig Sauer P-239 9mm." removing the clip and bagging the gun, handing the clip to Brass who was now gloved.
As he counted the bullets left in the gun ,he noted that there were two missing."Two missing."
Nick nodded, then continued to process the glass that had been shattered from the window, not uttering another word. Blood and glass intermixed on the pavement. Pictures needed to be taken and swabs collected, but Nick already knew that the blood belonged to his friend. The glass shattered with the bullet that had entered on his right side and exited out the left side of his neck.
Another SUV rolled up, Grissom jumped out without taking the time to turn off the engine. "Where's Nick?" His voice frantic with concern for his CSI.
An officer who had assisted Nick at first pointed to a very busy Nick,still covered in blood, working the crime scene. Brass now at his side.
Brass looked over and saw Grissom and waved him over,wanting to give him the mind set of his CSI. Grissom walked over,pulling out a set of gloves as he walked under the crime tape.
"Jim, what happened?" Grissom was in shock at the amount of blood at the scene, noting Nicky was covered and his shirt that he was wearing at dinner was now lying on the ground, ripped in two, soaked in blood.
"They found Warrick shot, twice, once to the neck and once to the chest, both evidently life threatening wounds. Nick and two other officers found him, shortly after the shots but no leads as to who could have shot him." Brass ran down the specifics as he new them but he actually had just arrived and needed to speak to Nick, who seemed oblivious at the moment to everyone and everything but the crime scene.
"Where did they take him?" Grissom asked as he pulled out his cellphone.
"The officer said they took him to Desert Palms Hospital. They told me he was really bad." Brass bit his lip, knowing he should have given Warrick police protection, Dammit, he thought to himself.
Grissom hit a number and waited for a response, "Catherine. Nick and I have the crime scene, I need you to go to Desert Palms." He paused for a second listening to the person on the other end of the call then spoke again,"I will take care of Nick." Ending the call he placed the phone into his pocket, the flashes of the camera catching his attention.
Brass held up the bullet cartridge, "Two missing, police issue."
"Pritchard?" Grissom responded.
"Don't know but I am certain it is a great possibility." He looked over at Nick,"You need to talk to him. He really needs someone right now."
Grissom nodded and walked over to stand beside of the man who looked like Hell."Nick, I need a run down of the crime scene." keeping his voice calm and professional given the frame of mind his CSI was in at the moment.
"Thirty-six year old male, gunshot to the neck, probably entered from the passenger side window which was rolled completely down, the driver's side was completely up, shattered when the bullet exited from the left side of his neck. Exit wound approximately one half inch in diameter." He paused to take another photo of the driver side door." Second wound to the chest wall, no exit wound. Gun found deposited in the passenger side seat with two bullets missing. Sig Sauer P-239 9mm. Standard police issue." His voice was monotone and filled with facts, no emotion evident.
Grissom was concerned, Nick was talking about the crime scene as if it was just another victim, void of any emotional connection. Nick was in shock. He looked over at Brass who was evidently thinking the same thing.
"Nick, I will need your clothes, they have blood on them." Grissom staying calm reached over and placed his gloved hand on the camera stopping any more photos.
"I know, I'll go and change. I have an extra set of clothes in the back of my car." Nick handed the camera to Grissom and started walking towards his car, Brass following behind him, worried about his friend.
Grissom walked over to the car seeing that Brass was not going to let Nick be by himself and pulled out his flashlight, the morning sky starting to give some light to the crime scene.
The first thing he saw was the large amount of blood on the driver's side seat and back, the window to the driver's door gone, he then continued around to the passenger window, rolled down, dusting powder on the door frame and door handle. He flashed the light down to his feet, no footprints.
He glanced up in an attempt to see Nick but the Undersheriff was approaching, a look of anger on his face.
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