Gun Shot Residue - bad title I know

As promised, this post is dedicated to GregNickRyanFan...
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A while later Grissom pulled up outside his townhouse. Not long after Warrick’s departure, Catherine’s doctor had arrived and ushered Grissom and Lindsey into the corridor so he could examine his patient properly. Satisfied she was recovering as well as could be expected such a short time after her initial injury, he acquiesced to the request for visitors, stating no more than two at any given time, excluding Lindsey.
Catherine had rolled her eyes at this, knowing full well that the entire team, along with Brass and Doc Robbins would more than likely arrive en masse, and no doctor in the world was going to get them to leave until they were good and ready, or she became too tired.

Nick had arrived a short time later, bringing ‘get well soon’ wishes from Greg, Sara and the rest of the lab, along with promises to visit when she was feeling up to it. He then
proceeded to ensure Grissom made good on his promise. So with Nick, Lindsey and Catherine’s assurances they would be fine and he would be informed should anything about Catherine’s condition change, he left.

He entered his home, letting the door swing shut with a soft click. Glancing around he realised that it had probably been over forty eight hours since he had last been here. He crossed to the kitchen to get something to drink but stopped mid-way, sinking into a stool by the breakfast bar as his legs gave way, the full effects of the last day’s events hitting him full force. Dropping his head to his hands, he let out a shaky breath, trying to block the barrage of ‘what ifs’ that were assaulting his mind. What if the doctors had been unable to bring her back after she’d coded? What if she’d died and he’d lost her forever?

Lifting his head, he wiped away tears he hadn’t even realised were falling, his watery gaze coming to rest on his fridge and the photograph attached there by two butterfly magnets. He smiled softly. It was of him and Catherine and had, if he recalled correctly, been taken by a very drunk Nick at a party for Greg’s birthday. Their faces were pressed together, cheeks touching, following multiple slurred commands from Nick for them to move closer together. Both of them were smiling broadly, their faces flushed from the combination of the heat of the room and alcohol. He could just make out Catherine’s arms, which were wound round his neck, disappearing out of the bottom of the shot. They both looked so happy and carefree. His smile grew wider as he stood and headed for his bathroom.

He knew what he had to do.
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ENJOY!!!!!
CSIL3Willows
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Loved the description of the pic on his fridge. Hmm... I wonder what it is he thinks he has to do. :lol: at the idea of a drunk Nicky. That could be fun to see. :lol:
 
Ok, here's some more...
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Grissom walked down the hospital corridor towards Catherine’s room, a plan forming in his mind. Suddenly he felt his phone vibrate once in his jacket pocket. Pulling it out and opening it, he frowned at the display, which was informing him he had five missed calls. He pressed a button, and his frown deepened. They were all from Nick.

He turned the corner and his heart rate increased at the sight before him. Nick was sat on a chair chewing on his thumb nail, a grim expression masking his face. Lindsey was sat next to him, and Grissom’s stomach dropped as he realised there were tears streaming down her face. He broke into a jog.
“Nick!” Both the younger man’s and Lindsey’s heads jerked up at the sound of his voice. Upon seeing him, the girl bolted from her seat and barrelled into Grissom’s chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him in an embrace he quickly returned. “What’s going on?”
Nick looked guiltily at the floor before meeting Grissom’s enquiring gaze.

“I tried to call you, but you weren’t answering you phone.”
“I know, I saw the missed calls. What’s going on?” Nick took a breath.
“About an hour after you left, Cath started to complain that she was having trouble breathing. I went outside to get the doctor. That’s when I heard Lindsey scream.” At the mention of her name, she let out a soft sob and tightened her grip on Grissom, who was willing himself to not think the worst.

He gave a nod, signalling for Nick to continue.
“I went running back into the room. A nurse came in behind me. Linds was crying and the monitors around Cath were going off like crazy. She was unconscious. Then another nurse and Cath’s doctor came in and left us out here. A while later they wheeled her out. Nurse said they were taking her back into surgery, something bout a suspected blood clot on her lung…” He faltered, and Grissom’s heart broke for him.

When Nick spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry Griss. When they got her into the elevator she started flat lining, then the doors closed. I don’t know what happened after that.”

His voice had dropped so low by the end of this admission that, had Grissom not been able to read lips, he highly doubted that he would’ve heard it. His legs felt so weak he thought they might give way. He once again manoeuvred himself and Lindsey over to the chairs, grateful for the support they offered.
Nick left them alone, mumbling something about letting the rest of the team know, while Grissom tried as best he could to comfort the distraught little girl who was now sobbing harder against his chest. He closed his eyes against his own tears.
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CSIL3Willows
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Aww. That's sad. I hope she's okay. Good chapter. I can really see Nick chewing on his thumb with nervousness. And Lindsey running to Gil like that is so sweet.

Be careful not to double post though. You can edit your posts for up to twenty four hours after posting. :) After that twenty-four hours has passed and you cannot edit anymore, it's fine to put two posts in a row if you have to. :)
 
Lol. Sorry MacsGirlMel. Haven't quite decided how I'm going to end this yet... We shall see. Here's some more anyway.
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It was three hours later. Following Nick’s phone call Warrick had arrived with Sara and Greg. All three CSIs looked bleak; Warrick stayed close to Nick, trying his best to comfort his friend and alleviate some of the unnecessary guilt that was plaguing him, Greg stood away from the group and didn’t say a word to anyone, and Sara’s eyes were red-rimmed from the silent tears she’d shed on the journey over.

Jim Brass had arrived shortly after, his cropped hair was dishevelled and when he spoke, his voice sounded strained and thick with emotion. Lindsey had remained glued to Grissom, while the latter didn’t seem to hear the words his friends and colleagues were saying. His mind remained with Catherine.

Now the agonising wait appeared to be taking its toll on each member of the group. Lindsey was curled up next to Grissom asleep, her uncontrollable tears having drained her physically as well as emotionally; Sara sat with her arm around Greg quietly comforting the young man, Nick had gone out to get some air, the tension too much for him. Warrick had dutifully followed a minute later. Brass was seated on the other side of Lindsey, occasionally glancing from his watch to the closed elevator doors. Grissom however was staring into space, absently stroking Lindsey’s hair, comforting the young girl and at the same time trying to sooth himself.

He sighed softly. The three other adults turned to look at him, the shock on their faces revealing to him that it was the first sound he’d made in hours.
“How much longer do you think the doctor’s gonna take?” Greg spoke up from his position next to Sara on the floor. His voice sounded small.
Grissom shook his head. “I have no idea Greg.” The younger man sighed loudly, leaning a little more against Sara. Nick and Warrick rounded the corner a moment later, Nick wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Warrick looked at Grissom. “Anything?”
Grissom merely shook his head. Nick glanced at the latter, opening his mouth to say something, but his words died on his lips as the older man held up a hand.

“Nick, stop.” Nick closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry in front of everyone. He opened them again at the sound of Grissom’s voice. “It’s not your fault. It would have happened whether I had been here or not. But you were there with her. I’m sure she appreciated that.” The young man nodded, a silent tear slipping from his eye and making its way down his cheek.
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Let me know what you think
CSIL3Willows
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Wow... a lot of emotion in that chapter. Loved once again Grissom stroking Linds' hair, Nick in tears and Greg so upset with Sara comforting him. Love how Warrick followed Nick outside. Great chapter.
 
Thank you! I've written a little bit more, but still can't decide how to end it! Keep procrastinating... Not good!

CSIL3Willows
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Ok, procrastination over. I'm 98% certain as to how I'm going to finish this. However there is, as per usual, a slight snag.
For some reason, my *wonderful* computer has decided to play hide and seek with my 'Writing' folder, but has forgotten where it's hidden it. This folder contained an original story I've been working on for a couple of years, a poetry anthology and, yup you guessed it, Gun Shot Residue.

I'm hoping that when I get back home, my tech savvy friend Mark may be able to find where the computer's put it. Until then I'm afraid I can't update, which is uber annoying and frustrating.

Will keep you posted...

CSIL3Willows
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Aw, that sucks. I hate when computers go wonky. They're supposed to make life easier, but its a bit of a Catch 22 cause sometimes they make life harder as well. :lol:

Hope your friend can fix it for you. :)
 
Thanks. Me too. I'm working on writing the end of the story, but kinda need the part in the middle to make it work. If all else fails I'll just rewrite that part.

Ok, first part rewritten. Here is it.
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The sound of the elevator doors opening caused all heads to turn. Dr Roberts walked towards them, stopping when he reached the tired group. Grissom held his breath., grateful that Lindsey was still sleeping. All eyes remained glued to the doctor as he began to speak.

“We had to rush Ms Willows back into surgery after discovering a blood clot on her lung. It’s a complication that is not uncommon following a serious operation. As you all may or may not be aware, Ms Willows flat lined in the elevator on the way to the OR. We were able to restart her heart and get her through the surgery.” The doctor paused briefly, considering his next statement.

“However, Ms Willows was down for approximately three and a half minutes, meaning that no oxygen could reach her brain during this time. There is the distinct possibility of brain damage, should she regain consciousness. She’s been moved to the ICU.”

Dr Roberts’ eyes met Grissom’s, leaving no doubt behind the meaning of his final words. “I suggest every effort is made to contact next of kin immediately, someone who can make decisions regarding Ms Willows’ further treatment.” And with that, he was gone.
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What do you think?? I've got the last part written now, just working on a possible epilogue.

CSIL3Willows
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