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The awkwardness could hardly get any worse. Spencer and Greg had to follow the blood drops together. They were walking for minutes and there were still drops, the trail didn't seem to stop. "The murderer must've cut himself, there's no way these drops all come from the knife."
"Mhm..." Spencer seemed quite disinterested.
"Barry, I feel bad about our fight..." Greg finally said as they kept walking.
"It's okay. You're emotionally unbalanced, I get that."
That wasn't how Greg thought Spencer would react. He was still very hostile. Understandable, Greg thought, after what he told him. "It's just, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Well, you failed miserably."
"I know. I'm sorry. Just needed you to know that."
Without saying a word for the next few minutes, they finally arrived at the end of the trail. It ended at the door of a small computer store. Greg and Spencer shared a look. The suspect could be in there. In a moment like that, both forgot about the personal problems they had with each other and concentrated on the suspect. Both men pulled out their guns, preparing for who might be in there.
Spencer walked in first, Greg followed behind. The store appeared to be empty.
"Where's everybody?" Greg asked.
"Follow me." Spencer walked through every room. "All clear." He put his gun away. "You're sure he was in here?"
Greg nodded. "You see that? Blood drops... He's been here. Maybe he cleaned himself up and left again..." Greg walked around the store with his flash light.
"I'll call it in..." Spencer took out his radio.
Greg followed the blood drops. They lead him to the employee's bathroom. The sink was bloody, it was obvious that Greg's theory was right. He took a picture. "Just like I said. He washed up and left." He made his way to the small office right next to the bathroom when he noticed another blood drop that, he was quite sure, wasn't there before. He bended down to take a closer look. "Looks fresh..." he mumbled to himself. He heard some noise coming from the storage room. "Spencer, what are you doing?" He walked inside, but Spencer wasn't there.
"25 minutes? Yeah, I know this doesn't have priority, but come on. What are we supposed to do in here alone? The CSI doesn't even have his kit, there's not much we can do... Alright, we'll wait..." Spencer said rather annoyed. He'd hoped backup would arrive quicker. He didn't really feel like staying there alone with Greg for too long. Rolling his eyes, he walked in the back. "25 minutes! They'll let us wait here almost half an hour... it's ridiculous." When he walked into the storage room, the suspect was holding a knife to Greg's throat. "What the hell?" Spencer quickly drew his gun.
"Put your gun down!" the suspect yelled.
"No. You put the knife down."
"Put it down or I'll cut him!" He put the knife closer to Greg's throat, cutting him a little due to his shaky hands.
"Alright... Calm down, this doesn't have to end badly..." Spencer finally put his gun down and raised his hands. "Now let him go."
The suspect laughed nervously. "I'm the one in charge here." He slowly picked up Spencer's gun and walked Greg and him into the office.
"Why are you still here? Get the hell out while you still can! Backup will be here soon," Spencer said.
"Yeah right. 25 minutes was it, right? Better hurry," the suspect replied mocking. "How many cuffs do you have?"
"...What?"
"One pair, two?"
Spencer looked suspicious. "One."
The suspect punched Greg in the side. "How many?"
Spencer sighed. "Three pairs..."
"You shouldn't lie to me, idiot!" the suspect yelled while Greg coughed. He pushed Greg closer to Spencer. "Cuff him."
Spencer did what he was told while rolling his eyes and sighing annoyed.
"Make 'em tight!" the suspect said while observing every move Spencer made. He did that, too. So tight that it actually hurt Greg a little. Then, the man walked over Spencer to cuff him. But Spencer refused to let this guy subdue him, he fought back. They struggled for almost two minutes. Greg couldn't help the officer, he had no choice but to watch them and hope Spencer would win. Unfortunately, Spencer was defeated when the suspect cut his hand and put the gun to his face. The suspect cuffed Spencer and kicked him closer to where Greg was standing. "He's lucky he's alive!" he shouted exhausted at Greg. "Anyone of you try something like that again, you both die!" He walked out towards the salesroom furiously.
"Are you okay?" Greg asked worried.
Spencer panted. "I'll be fine... What about you? Your neck's bleeding."
"It's just a cut, it's fine." Greg sighed. "Do you think he will kill us?"
"Not on my watch! Uncuff me!"
"...What? What for?"
"Just do it! Quick, before he comes back. Take the key!"
Greg searched Spencer's pocket for the key. He finally found it and started trying to unlock the cuffs. "I can't... I can't unlock it."
"You have to try harder!" It wasn't easy with Greg's own hands behind his back. Plus, Spencer's hands were all bloody, this didn't help at all. "There's too much blood... I don't think I..."
"You can do it! Come on, try harder, dammit!"
After a few minutes, he finally uncuffed Spencer. "Don't do anything stupid, alright? Maybe he'll just run away and won't hurt us..."
"I'm pretty sure he murdered the employees of the shop, why should he spare us?"
"Because he doesn't have enough time to dispose of our bodies and we're still alive. Just... don't risk anything..."
"I'll be fine!" Spencer got up and stealthily walked out of the room.
"You could've uncuffed my hands, too, you jerk!" Greg whispered angrily after him. Now all he could do was wait here and hope that Spencer would be able to overpower the suspect. If he'd fail, Greg didn't know what would happen to him. He tried to unlock the cuffs himself but there was no way to do that, especially with the cuffs being that tight. All he did was cause himself bruises on his wrists.
The suspect came back. "What's going on? Where's the cop?" He angrily walked up to Greg, forcefully thrusting the gun against his chest.
"Please don't!" Greg close his eyes fearfully.
"I'll better find him, or else you're in big trouble!" He pushed Greg to the ground and walked out the door.
The few moments Greg waited felt like an eternity. He didn't know what to do. He looked around the office for any kind of weapon, but he had no idea how to use one even if he found one, with his hands behind his back. Two gunshots could be heard. Slowly and with terror in his eyes, he sat down on the ground. This is it, he was sure. Spencer failed, the suspect shot him and would come in here any second to shoot Greg, too. He gave up hope to get out of here alive. When no one came in the room after a short while, he started to wonder what happened. He decided to get up again and take a look himself. Cautiously, he walked out.