Playing with Fire 1/?
Set after Play with Fire. Title may change. Greg fresh out of the hospital after the lab explosion finds himself in a position he never thought possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: Possible R
Finally, after more than a week in the hospital Greg felt semi- normal getting behind the wheel of his car.
He had spent more than a week recuperating in a cold, sterile hospital room, after nearly dying in the lab explosion. His body was still healing, his back still felt as if it was being seared by the hot flame, the spots where the shrapnel hit still felt like sharp stabs across his back.
Shaking off the lingering pain, he turned the car over, putting it into gear.
He had a meeting with Grissom to discuss if he needed more time off to recover, but Greg had other thoughts in mind. He had planned to broach the subject of moving out into the field. The thought of going back into the fireball of the lab made him shudder, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
Pulling to a stop om front of his bank Greg sighed. He had to pull out money from his savings to pay his rent, since the lab explosion pushed his paycheck back.
Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he stepped into the semi busy establishment. Spotting one of the rookie detectives across the room, he nodded to him 'hello', when it was returned he turned back to his line, for the teller, his spot just two people away.
"EVERYONE HAND OVER WALLETS, THEN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR." A voice yelled out, making the collective room jump.
"And don't anyone try anything." The second voice came bellowing behind Greg, cocking the gun he had in hand, sending a cold shiver down his spine. Eyeing the detective, reaching for his holster, Greg shook his head, pulling out his wallet to comply.
"Oh, look here Paul, we got ourselves a cop." The first voice cackled, his arm around the rookie, his hand holding his wallet. "Should we waste him?"
"You even have to ask?" Paul snapped, snatching the wallet from the woman, in front of Greg, making her whimper in fear.
Swallowing thickly, Greg cringed hearing the other man's pistol cock, seeing the gun, being pressed to the rookie's head, he stuttered. "Wait… wait he's not worth it."
"What do you mean?" Paul hissed, stepping in front of him, his own gun pressing into the center of Greg's chest.
Swallowing deeply, Greg tried to ignore the pressure in his chest, his eyes meeting those of the terrified rookie. "He's not worth it. He hasn't been with the force long. You'll get a felony just putting a bullet in him."
"And how would you know?" Peter growled, inching closer to the Tech, his gun tightening on the frightened cop.
"Umm…" Greg tried to stay composed, his brain working toward a believable story. "Well because I work for the crime lab… and both my parents are on the force… you could… you could use me as leverage… just let these people go."
Pushing the gun deeper into his chest, Paul got into the techs face. "What makes you think that'll work?"
Pulling in a tensed breathe, Greg eyed the other scared patrons. "Because my parents have connections. I can get you more money than is in this bank and access to wherever… if you kill him…" He gestured to the detective, then around the room. "Or them… then you'll be on the run… they'll find your evidence and pick you up quick."
Peter and Paul shared a look before Paul shoved the rookie to the ground. "Put your nose on the tile… ALL THE REST OF YOU, FACE DOWN, NOSE TO THE TILE!" Snatching the cops handcuffs, Peter pressed them in to the top of Greg's spine, yanking him from Paul's grasp. "Get the rest of the shit… Imma take our buddy to the car."
Greg didn't try to fight, couldn't with the tight grip his captor had on the back of his neck, the metal cuffs digging into the burns at the top of his spine. Seeing the approaching trunk, his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Of course, he wouldn't get to be in the car. Smart one Greg. He groaned as was shoved roughly into the trunk, his arms nearly taken out of their sockets as Peter tightened the cuffs around his wrists.
"Enjoy the ride." Peter snickered, slamming the trunk, blanketing Greg in darkness.
Thankfully it wasn't summer, so he wasn't sweltering in the confined space, but it was definitely uncomfortable. When the car started, peeling out of the parking lot, his back thrust into the spare tire, forcing a groan from his mouth. He only hoped his friends would understand why he did what he did and more importantly finding him, before either of the robbers could put a bullet in him.
R&R… A story I've been working on recently but I have a ton more. Some are only part way written while others I have chapters that just need to be typed. Story is unbetaed