Gun Shot Residue - bad title I know

i keep trying to post more, but my mom's laptop keeps going weird and shutting down internet explorer everytime I try :-(

CSIL3Willows
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Ok, think I've figured out a solution to the problem... I'm gonna have to type the updates into the message box as opposed to copy and pasting, as that seems to be when the problems start... Annoying but I'll do it for my loyal readers who've been waiting patiently fo an update lol

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"What!" She bit her lip to prevent a sarcastic retort from bursting out.
"The spare tyre is missing. I'll call Nick or Warrick to come bing us one."

She shut the trunk and reached into her pocket for her cell phone. Before she could produce it her attention was diverted once again by the arguing voices, which had gotten alarmingly close. She moved to stand next to Grissom, as both turned in the direction the voices appeared to be coming from.

Suddenly four men appeared from an alley way just ahead of them. Two against two, the men were scuffling. Once got a couple of punches off, before being tackled and slammed into a wall by another. Grissom brought his arm up and across, pushing Catherine back behind him and stepping back at the same time.

Before they could move very far, two of the men pulled out guns and fired. The other men went down instantly while their attackers turned and started to flee.
As they did so, they noticed the car and the two criminalists. Grissom stared in horror as they resumed firing in their direction, shattering the back window of the Tahoe and sending glass flying everywhere.

He ducked, pulling Catherine down with him. He heard her gasp as the window above them exploded, raining shards down on their heads. He felt movement next to him, and when he turned Catherine was gone.

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Enjoy! Hope it works *crosses fingers*

CSIL3Willows
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Hehe thanks GregNickRyanFan, that's a huge compliament :-D
Glad you're still enjoying the story, even though it takes me ages to update!

CSIL3Willows
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Lol ok MacsGirlMel!! This one's for you
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"Cath!" he yelled her name but it was drowned out by another barrage of gunfire. Grissom tried to stand and look further for her but was forced to take cover again as bullets whizzed past his head.

What felt like an eternity passed before the gunfire ceased. Heart pounding in his ears Grissom stood, shaking shards of glass from his hair. Peering through one of the broken windows he saw that the men had disappeared.

"Cath?" His voice was met with silence. "Catherine!" He called louder, walking round to the front of the car. Still nothing. HIs heart rate increased as he turned to his right. He could see the bodies of the other two men on the ground by the alley.

"Catherine!" He yelled louder still as he did a 360, scanning the street. As he turned to his left he saw something out of the corner of his eye. When he focused properly on it his heart stopped.

Close to a bus stop about 100 yards from where he was standing, was Catherine. She was lying face down on the ground. And she wasn't moving.

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Don't you just love a good cliff hanger??? Lol

CSIL3Willows
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Lol glad you're still interested! I'm heading back to Leeds today, for a week of exams and crap... so I don't think I'm gonna have much time to post after this one. Just a warning lol. This post is for my other loyal reader, GregNickRyanFan.
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He was knelt by her side in an instant, gently rolling her onto her back and resting her head on his knees. Her eyes were closed and there was a smear of blood on her neck, the bright red contrasting with her fair skin.
Looking down, Grissom saw more blood pouring from a wound in her shoulder and pooling under her body. Shrugging out of his jacket he ripped off one of the arms, placing the bulk of it under her head while using the torn piece to apply pressure to the wound. With one of his hands he searched through his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

"It's going to be ok Cath." Her eyes remained shut. Dialling 911 he brought the phone to his ear. "This is Supervisor Gil Grissom. I need paramedics immediately. I have an officer down." He quickly gave their location and shut off the phone. Another glance down at Catherine revealed she still hadn't moved or opened her eyes. He frantically touched her neck, relieved to feel a faint pulse against his fingers.

"Catherine? Can you hear me?" He tenderly stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb, pressing down harder with his right hand, increasing his efforts in stemming the blood flow. "I need you to stay with me sweetheart ok? The paramedics will be here any minute, just stay with me. You're going to be fine, I promise." Still her eyes didn't open.

Fear began to build in his chest, constricting around his heart. He couldn't face the thought that, after all the years they'd worked together that this might be it, he could lose her forever without...
Grissom shook his head to clear it, then jerked it up at the sond of an approaching siren. He felt a pang of disappointment when he saw a police cruiser instead of an ambulance. He could make out the silhouettes of two officers as they exited their vehicle and started running towards them.

"I need help! I have a CSI down! You have a first aid kit?"
"It's here." Grissom froze. It couldn't be... His eyes widened as Officer Fromansky knelt down beside Catherine, a green first aid kit in his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"We were still at the diner when the officer down call came in over the radio," Officer Howard explained while Fromansky opened the kit and pulled out a gauze bandage. Grissom met his eyes.
"I'm trained in first aid. No matter how much I hate you, I'm not going to ignore an officer down."

Grissom looked down at Catherine. She was frighteningly pale and his hand was stained red with her blood that had seeped through the cloth. Wordlessly he nodded and removed his hand, allowing Fromansky to replace it with the gauze. He watched as the other man checked her pulse. The grim look on his face didn't go unnoticed by Grissom, nor did the added pressure in the hand holding the gauze.

"Where the hell is the ambulance?" The statement was said more to himself than Fromansky. He kept staring at her face, stroking her cheek as if sheer willpower alone would make her open her eyes.
"Ambulance is here," Officer Howard shouted a minute later from the roadside. Grissom lowered his head to Catherine's ear, speaking in a near whisper.
" You hear that Cath? The ambulance is here. We're going to get you to the hospital and you're going to be ok."

The next few minutes were a blur. Grissom saw the paramedics appoach, then felt himself being pulled to his feet and away from Catherine. Someone said something to him but he couldn't make out the words. The two EMTs worked quickly, checking her pulse, hooking her up to a monitor, inserting an IV.
"BPs low, pulse is thready. She's unconscious and non-responsive. She's losing blood fast, let's get her in the bus now."

They moved her gently but swiftly onto the stretcher securing the straps before wheeling it to the ambulance, one paramedic holding the saline bag above his head and the other squeezing air into Catherine's lungs through the mask around her nose and mouth.
"I'm going with her!" Grissom shouted after them, jogging over and clambering in after them. He took a seat on the bench next to her and opposite the paramedic. As the doors shut he saw Officer Fromansky standing there, bloody gauze in his hands. Their eyes met, and a silent message of gratitude passed between them. Once the doors were locked and the ambulance was moving, sirens wailing, Grissom tentatively took her left hand in both of his own, squeezing it and murmering soft words of reassurance to her the entire ride to Desert Palm.
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I know it's long, but I thought it might tide you over til I get a chance to post more.

CSIL3Willows
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Oh, that was good! :) I love that he called her sweetheart. Awww.
Loved the look of gratitude between Formansky and Griss. :)
 
Hey guys. Glad you liked the post GreNickRyanFan... I know I said I wasn't going to be able to post anymore til after my exams and crap, but it's late and I'm not going to start revision now so... here's one more bit!!!
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Two hours later Grissom was sat outside the OR, head in his hands. He glanced up at the door. She’d been wheeled in there 15 minutes ago; he wasn’t expecting anyone to come out any time soon. He closed his eyes, recalling the doctor’s words before he’d left him on this chair - “… massive trauma… blood loss… crashed twice in the ER…”

“Gil!” He jerked his head round to see Captain Jim Brass striding towards him, CSI Warrick Brown at his side. Grissom rose to meet them. “What happened?”

“We were on our way back to the lab when our tyre blew. The spare was missing. Cath was just about to call and get someone to bring us another when we heard shouting. Four guys came out of an alley fighting. Two pulled guns and shot the others, then started firing at us as they ran away. Took out most of the windows on the Tahoe. I’d pulled Catherine down next to me but she disappeared. I tried to get up and look for her but they were still firing. Once they’d gone I looked for her. Found her a few feet away, near a bus stop. She’d… she’d been shot in the shoulder.”

“How is she?” Warrick asked. Grissom shrugged.
“They took her into the OR about 20 minutes ago. Her doctor looked… grim.” The three men stood in silence for a minute, until Grissom broke it as a thought struck him. “Has anyone told Lindsey?” Brass shook his head.
“ I’m going over there now.”
“Catherine mentioned she was having a sleep over at the house across the street from theirs.” Brass nodded and glanced at the double doors, then at Warrick. Without another word he turned and walked back down the corridor, disappearing round a corner.

Grissom sighed and rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes.
“Ah Griss.” Once he had the older man’s attention Warrick continued. “ You may want to get cleaned up. Also I need to collect your shirt for evidence.”

Grissom looked down at himself and paled visibly. Dried blood caked his hands and spread halfway up his forearms. The bottom half of his light blue shirt was saturated with the red liquid, a few smears spreading higher up. All he could do was nod as Warrick set his metal field kit down on a chair, opening it and pulling out a large evidence bag.

Grissom hadn’t even realised he’d been holding it. He held his arms at horizontally at his sides as Warrick unbuttoned the shirt with gloved hands, pulling it off and placing it inside the bag, leaving Grissom standing in only his white undershirt. Once the evidence bag was secured, Warrick removed his gloves and handed him a blue forensic wind breaker, which he left on the chair and walked numbly to the bathroom to wash his hands. Standing at the sink he stared at the pink water disappearing down the drain. When all traces of blood were gone he dried them and returned to Warrick, picking up the windbreaker and slipping into it, buttoning it up and sitting down heavily in one of the empty chairs.

“Where are the others?” Warrick sat down beside him.
“Nick and Sara are at the crime scene. Ecklie objected but they ignored him. Said there was no way he was gonna keep them from working it. Greg went back to the lab. He took one look at the blood… couldn’t handle it.” Grissom closed his eyes and sighed.
“Didn’t you want to stay with Nick and Sara working the case?” The younger man shook his head.

“Nah, they’ve got it covered. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on you. Cath’ll have all our asses when she wakes up if you’re a mess.” He grinned, but all Grissom could muster was a small, half-hearted smile. He looked up once more at the doors to the operating room, the doors that separated him from Catherine. He felt a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be ok Griss. She’s a fighter. She’ll pull through.” As much as he wanted to believe him, he couldn’t help but worry that there was a chance she wouldn’t come out of that room.
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