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.
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Pritchard had shaved his head ,now a baseball cap covered his head and the oversized clothing his small build,he had a plan. A plan that just might save his life.
He had found a homeless man who was just his size, gave him his clothing and told him to pick up a package for a quick hundred bucks. Did his boss think he was that stupid, placing the ticket in his name, every cop in Las Vegas would be here.
Now he stood in a building across the street watching as the homeless guy approached the ticket counter,soon he would find out if he was being used or if he was just being paranoid.
The lady at the counter handed the man the ticket and a package, but very quickly things happened, there were police coming out everywhere with guns pointed.
"Damn, he did set me up. That son of a bitch! He yelled at the four bare walls that surrounded him as he paced around the empty apartment.
"I need to play this smart. I need to get to Stokes,he's smart enough to have figure it out by now, I didn't shoot Brown, my boss shot him and I won't take the heat."
He looked back out of the window towards the bus station and grinned,he would play the game but he would do it own his terms, not his boss's.
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Nick pulled his SUV up on the curve and jumped out, his gun drawn, the SWAT team surrounding the man at the ticket counter. He was in sight of the older man, it wasn't Pritchard but McKeen was yelling and the team still had their guns drawn. Mckeen was calling the shots and they just didn't seem to make sense.
Nick approached even closer, within just a few feet of the man who still held on to the package, he didn't seem to understand that they wanted him to put it down. He looked over at Mckeen who had drawn his own weapon and the team behind him,this man would die if he didn't intervene.
"Listen, we just need you to put the package down slowly bud, nobody will get hurt if you just do what we say,"Nick shouted to the man over the other voices; attempting to get the man to listen to reason.
The older man looked at Nick and nodded; obeying the CSI's plea.As he bent over to lay the package down a gunshot rang through the crowd and the man fell face down to t he pavement a bullet wound to his head.
Nick ran to his side. He felt for a pulse, it was absent. Then he heard it, a sound, a ticking sound."Everybody move it now, we have a bomb!" He shouted as he threw himself behind a garbage container and the area went up, asphalt and gravel flew out in all directions, screaming could be heard; then just as quickly there was absolute silence.
Grissom and Sara drove up behind Nick's SUV just as the explosion rocked the ground and the sound filled the air, now as they stepped out all they could see was total confusion, death and debris.
People were bleeding and lying dead on the ground. The earth had been shaken by the tremendous blast and now Grissom had the task of seeing if his CSI was still alive.
He picked up Nick's cell from his vehicle and called the code for a major terrorist act, ambulances and hasmat would be dispersed, officers down also called, they would get back up quickly.
Grissom looked up at the building across the street, it had not been touched. People were looking out their windows, watching as the drama unfolded. "Sara, we need to find Nick,and help where we can."
"Sure, I'll do that. Grissom, what if Nick." she didn't finish her sentence.
"Sara, just look for him!" he was sorry that he was taking out his anger on Sara but he was worried for Nick, this turn of events could have a huge impact on the CSI. Would he have another CSI to bury? His team was in turmoil and if Nick survived this then he was going on a leave of absence; a long leave of absence.
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Nick opened his eyes slowly, the ache in his head told him that something had hit him,and had hit him hard. He pulled his hand up to his head and felt something wet. Pulling it back down he saw red,"That's great. Dammit!" He turned his head and spit a mixture of dirt and blood.
He tried to stand but a bout of dizziness stopped him so he lay still for a few more seconds,knowing he needed to help check on his fellow officers.
Finally he pulled himself up to a standing position, his feet unsteady underneath him. Then a hand caught his arm,"Nick Stokes?"
"Yeah, who are you?" He asked trying to get his vision to work again.
"Someone you will want to know. I can help you find the man who killed your friend." He was pulling at Nick's arm for him to follow, but Nick's legs were having problems standing, little less simple walking.
The man assisted him to a car parked behind the bus station, Nick could hear McKeen shouting orders in the background, something about the wrong guy.
He was pushed into the backseat of a car, darkness surrounding him again, his eyes too heavy to open. He drifted into darkness.
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Catherine stood awaiting Doc Robbins arrival, she needed to get her facts straight with the pathologist.
"Hey Catherine." Robbins walked up and gave her a hug,"How are you doing?" His voice communicating his concern for the distraught woman before him.
"We need to talk. We need to go to the basement." She pointed at the stairs and held the door open for him to follow.
Doc Robbins entered into the stairway and followed the CSI to the basement, around several hallways and a long tunnel and into a room filled with equipment,it was like a miniature ICU. "What the Hell Catherine?"
Warrick was still as he was earlier,hooked to monitors and tubes. But very much alive still."We have to protect him Doc, you are his only hope for staying alive."
"Catherine, I'm confused. What exactly do you want me to do?" he asked starring at the wounded man whom he had always considered a friend.
"I want you to make him look dead. We have a dirty cop in our office, we have to make him look as if he died, and that means only you. Brass and I know the truth." the serious look he gave her made her feel uncomfortable but it was too late, he was the only one who could give Warrick a chance at staying alive.
"Grissom doesn't know?" Robbins asked surprise that the supervisor was not aware of his CSI's fake death.
"No, I am the power of attorney, Warrick knew that I would make the right decisions. This has to be right; anyways Grissom has Sara,I just can't risk anybody else knowing right now." Catherine walked over and placed her hand on Warrick's. "He trusted me,and I trust you."
"So we have to make him look dead." He walked over with his camera and equipment bag. "I think I can do that." He gathered his things together and went to work, the private duty nurses assisting.
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