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.
Just a short chapter to fill in some blanks. Be careful...spoiler at t he end for season nine so stop when you see the spoiler alert if you do not want to know...
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The Undersheriff finally arrived at the hospital, pulling into the garage. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel and cursed,"Dammit!"
Looking around the garage he pulled out his badge and gun, he would be damned if that son of a bitch would live. Had he not killed him, hell he shot him in the damned neck and chest, but now he was being told that the man was still breathing."Shit!"
He opened his car door and exited, then slammed it shut. What in the hell had gone wrong? He knew how to kill, he had done it so many times before and now he had slipped right when it counted the most.
Warrick Brown had to die,one way or another. He walked over to the elevator and entered, hitting the first floor button with such intensity that it cracked. His anger starting to rise as the door opened and he stepped off, knowing he had to keep his cool.
He walked to the surgical floor waiting area and there he saw Catherine sitting in the hard plastic chair awaiting news of her CSI."How is he Catherine?" He asked as he approached trying to fake his concern,only wanting to hear the words, he is dead.
"Hey, the nurse came out earlier, she told us that he is hanging in there,we should hear more soon." She stood and stretched sore muscles, wishing her cell phone was charged so that she could talk to her family,who had taken the news hard,especially Lindsey, she was so attached to both Nick and Warrick.
He could barely contain his rage, all he wanted to do was go in and finish the job but he was smarter than that, he had connections and Warrick Brown would be dead before midnight."I just came by to check on him, tell him I dropped by Catherine. If you need anything just call."
She gave him a confused look,"I will." Wondering why the sudden change in heart, just a day earlier he was wanting Warrick's badge and would have fired him if Warrick did not have so many friends that were pulling for him.
The Undersheriff walked off,pulling out his cell, wanting to finish the job he started. As he dialed the number he smiled,it was good to have friends, especially those who would kill for you.
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Brass took his fist and hit the side of his car as hard as possible without breaking a hand,"Damn Nick, if I have to put you in handcuffs I will." Mostly speaking to himself noticing that Nick had walked off again.
Then he spotted his ward walking away from a red head standing in the parking lot," That boy can find a girl in the middle of an damned ice storm. What does he have that I don't have?" he paused a second then answered himself,"Hair."
Nick spotted Brass and moaned, what else had he forgotten,"What? " He asked as if he was a teen caught kissing a girl.
"Son can't you stay still for a moment? I am too old to be chasing you." He joked but he really was getting frustrated. He was really worried about Nick, and he just wanted him to be okay.
Grissom took that moment to pull up in his SUV,"Nick,where the hell did you go?" He asked as he opened his door and motioned for him to get inside.
"I wanted to get my truck. I don't think it is a good idea to leave it here." He started towards his truck again but was caught off by Grissom.
"Nick, Brass will bring your truck to the hospital, we need to get a statement from the victim." Grissom deciding to try a different approach.
"The victim can't talk, he was shot in the neck, he was bleeding." Nick seemed to be remembering the moment but then he shook his head and replied,"Let day shift get it, I'm tired, I want to go home." again walking towards his truck.
"Dammit Nick, we need to go and see Warrick." Feeling regret for saying Warrick's name immediately after he had said it out loud.
Nick's movements froze,as if the name had stunned him, Pritchard had killed his friend,or had he shot and injured his friend? He felt confused,Warrick was at home, taking a shower. He told him to check out the red head, he was going to wait for her but she was not there, where was the red head? Why did she not return? He heard the gunshots, there were two shots, in the alley, a horn was blaring, blood everywhere. His friend's blood,but that didn't make sense,if Warrick was at home how could it be Warrick's blood?
As Nick tried to mentally piece it together Brass walked up and guided him to Grissom's SUV and assisted him in getting inside,he was continuing to mumble in incoherent sentences.
Grissom got in and took Nick's jacket and wrapped it around his upper body,Nick needed help. He needed help. Reaching over and pulling out Nick's cell he dialed his best friend's number.
"Sara." she glanced at her caller id," Nick is that you?" She questioned not hearing from her friend since her sudden departure.
"No it's me, we need you Sara. Warrick was shot tonight, it's bad." Keeping his voice low as Nick started to doze off, the trauma of the events finally pushing him to a state of exhaustion.
"How's Nick?" she knew that there was no friendship like Nick's and Warrick's. They had a bond like she had never seen before, like brothers.
"That is why I need you here Sara,he's not good." Grissom nodded his thanks to Brass as he took Nick's keys and handed them to the his friend.
"I will be there tonight. Desert Palms?" she asked needing to know that she could come straight there from the airport.
"Yeah, Hurry Sara. We really need you." Grissom ended the call and headed for the hospital.
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Stephane had watched as they had helped Nick in the car,she could not shake the feeling that something had happened to effect the man in such a manner. She glanced at her watch needing to get to school, her class was less than an hour away and she still needed to study for an exam.
She got back into her car and started the engine,she could not help but to worry about the man whom she had been crushing on for the past few weeks.
After years of caring for her sick mother she was determined to go back to college and finish her degree as a social worker,she loved working with people and she knew she could be good at it,talking to people was a natural thing.
As she pulled out of the parking area she decided that she would go by the hospital after class,she had overheard the older man say Desert Palms,maybe that is where they had taken the man who had been shot.
As she pulled out of the parking lot she wondered who the gentleman was who had asked for her to notify him when Nick's group left. Unable to shake the feeling it had something to do with the man getting shot.
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Okay I had to include Sara (SPOILER AHEAD... STOP IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW)...
SARA WILL RETURN IN the FIRST EPISODE ...FOR GOOD? I DON'T KNOW BUT HER AND WARRICK WILL BE IN the FIRST EPISODE...SO therefore my fic will include Ms Sara.