I do not own CSI
I'd say it was a little bit run down whatnot with the building looking like it was from the 1970s. I followed Jason up the stairs, our footsteps echoing throughout the stairwell. At one door, he fished a key from a crack in the door frame. Quickly he opened it and turned on the light. Inside it was real small.
There was a tiny kitchen connected to a small living room and one bedroom and a bathroom. The bedroom had a full sized bed. It was pretty sparse. There was only a couch, lamp and chair for the living room and by the looks of it, nothing in the kitchen. The bedroom had only a bed, desk, and lamp.
Despite it all, I sighed heavily and plopped down on the couch. Jason joined me and I leaned into his embrace.
"Welcome to one of my hideouts. Only I knew where they are."
"We don't have to pay rent?"
Jason shook his head. "I have friends in high places."
"That one less thing to worry about," I said.
I got up to investigate the provisions. We had graham crackers, and trail mix. At least we had some food. When I turned around to tell Jason what we had he had fallen asleep on the couch. Poor guy.
In the linen closet I found a blanket for him. Before I went to the full sized bed I threw the blanket over Jason. Jason must be taking a huge risk protecting me. The Red Armageddon probably would punish him. It showed he never was a real hard criminal from the start.
Jason worked hard the last few days taking care of me. He had to be beat up. It said it all on his face. The least I could do was repay him. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to repay him.