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The Storm (CSI: LV, for RocketScientist)
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RocketScientist
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I for one am gripped! I so love the atmosphere you create and our hero saving the day!
RocketScientist
Police Officer
Heck don't worry about the MacGyver bit! Lord looking back at MacG now it is so silly! Just like the A team used to seem. Never got into them.
I love the image of GG without shirt and wet!
Mind you I think Mr Peanut is getting the most screen time!!!! My 3 yr old would be the same! Except I have actually got 3 copies of his "froggie"! As soon as he latched onto it I went back a bought a spare! The I realised he going to have this, like, forever, so I need another as if we do loose one then you are back to critical!
You would not belive the number of times we have been at the last resort city! 1 lost, 1 in the washing machine! Or 1 left at relative's house, left in rain in the garden.... left on a train, in the library.....!!!! hummm maybe it is me that is absent minded!
Anyway I am *so* looking forward to your next installment.....
I love the image of GG without shirt and wet!
Mind you I think Mr Peanut is getting the most screen time!!!! My 3 yr old would be the same! Except I have actually got 3 copies of his "froggie"! As soon as he latched onto it I went back a bought a spare! The I realised he going to have this, like, forever, so I need another as if we do loose one then you are back to critical!
You would not belive the number of times we have been at the last resort city! 1 lost, 1 in the washing machine! Or 1 left at relative's house, left in rain in the garden.... left on a train, in the library.....!!!! hummm maybe it is me that is absent minded!
Anyway I am *so* looking forward to your next installment.....
A/N: Okay, first of all, my apologies for taking so long to get this chapter up. Things have been kind of on the busy side. In any event, thank you to those people who have been reading and/or reviewing. I appreciate all of your support!
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.
Title: 911
Summary: A raging storm, four trapped children, and an exploding vehicle. Will Grissom be able to save the day?
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Katie stood up, her tear-stained gaze following Grissom as he ran back across the sopping-wet forest floor, in order to reach the Saturn. “Save them, Mr. Gil,” she whispered, before kneeling back down beside her sister, and gently pushing on Lucy’s shoulder. “And you wake up, right now. Mommy said that it isn’t good to take naps in the middle of the day, so wake up,” she murmured, as the tears continued to slide down her cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, Grissom jogged back toward the Saturn, staying low to the ground, and analyzing the situation as he moved forward. The car was about to explode, that much was for sure. But because the car was going to explode, he had to act fast. He could no longer calmly break the window, as he had done with Katie; he had to smash the two front windows, regardless of the fact that Jake and Bobby had no way of protecting themselves against the flying glass. Glancing at the flames starting to spiral out of the hood, Grissom realized that if he waited any longer, there would be no boys left to actually rescue. There would be no need, because they would be dead.
Approaching the vehicle, Grissom briefly wiped the water from his forehead, picking up the nearest heavy tree branch. Frowning at the mud-slicked weapon now securely held in his hand, and then at the tree on top of the Saturn which was hindering his ability to safely and effectively get the children out of the car, he sighed, walking right up to the passenger-side window. “Benjamin Franklin once said: ‘Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of,’” he told himself. “And Franklin is right. If these kids have any hope of surviving—” he trailed off, immediately pulling the tree branch back. “Then now is the time to act!”
Without any more hesitation, Grissom lowered his head, closed his eyes, and swung the tree branch as hard as he could toward the window. At the sound of breaking glass mixing with the remnants of the thunder and lightning, he cracked an eye open, using the branch to knock away the rest of the class. “Jake?” he asked, reaching a hand through the now empty window, and lightly shaking the boy. When he did not get a response, Grissom reached into the car with both hands, yanking Jake out.
Once Jake was out of the car, Grissom slipped his arms underneath the boy’s armpits, walking backward, and dragging him through the mud to a safe distance away from the car. “Almost there,” he whispered to Jake, even though he understood that the thirteen year old was unconscious, and thus unable to hear him. “I’ve got you, and you’re going to be okay.” Well, he thought to himself. You’re not going to blow up right along with the car, I should say.
“Mr. Gil?” Katie screamed over the noise of the rain. “Is Jake okay?” she asked, once again standing up, and moving toward Grissom and her brother. “Is he gonna wake up?” she continued, moving a little bit more quickly toward her sibling.
“I said, ” Grissom started to yell at Katie out of desperation. “Do not move a muscle! Get back to your sister, and stay there!” he added, ignoring Katie’s tears, and once again returning his attention to Jake. I don’t have the luxury of time in which to deal with you and your issues right now, he thought to himself, frowning. So sit down, and stay there!
“Lucy? Why is Mr. Gil being so mean?” she asked her sister, her bottom lip starting to quiver as she sat back down on the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest. “I just wanted to know if Jake is okay,” she sniffled, trying to wipe the rain and tears off of her face, but only succeeding in smearing blood and dirt under her eyes.
Running back to the Saturn, Grissom swallowed, as he saw the flames gaining more height... and heat. The rain wasn’t enough to douse the fire, and he understood that the car could blow up at literally any moment. “It’s now or never,” he muttered to himself, jogging around to the driver’s side of the car, and picking up another tree branch. Ready to smash through the window, as he had with the other side, he frowned, noticing that Bobby’s head was actually leaning against the window. “Shit!” Grissom yelled, realizing that he could hurt Bobby even more, if he broke the window right now.
Shuffling around the back side of the car, Grissom made his way to the front passenger side window, glancing through the hole. Reaching in with both arms, he unbuckled Bobby’s seatbelt, trying to pull him toward himself. “Shit!” he muttered again, when he couldn’t turn the seventeen year old enough to pull him up and over the center console. “But at least you’re no longer propped up against the window,” he said aloud, running back around the car to the driver’s side. Picking up the tree branch, Grissom once again lowered his head, swinging at the window with all of his strength.
“Mr. Gil! The fire is getting higher and higher!” Katie screamed in between her sobs. “Please, hurry! And don’t forget Mr. Peanut!”
Grissom ignored her, as he knocked the remainder of the glass away from the window, tossing the tree branch aside. “Okay, Bobby, let’s get you out of there,” he tersely told the teenager, reaching through the window, and yanking him up and out of the car. Shuffling backwards, Grissom pulled Bobby toward the embankment, grunting with the effort of carrying him.
“Look, Mr. Gil!” Katie suddenly shouted out in excitement, standing up, and pointing toward the sky. “The rain is stopping!” she smiled at him. “The Boogeyman doesn’t like the sunlight, so maybe we’ll be safe!” she happily announced, her tears slowly subsiding.
Grissom stopped to look toward the sky for a moment, inwardly cheering. If the rain has stopped, then it might be possible to get a message through to the 911 center, or even to Catherine. It’s possible that my cell phone will connect, he mused, as he continued to carry Bobby toward the embankment, finally setting him down just next to Lucy. Glancing over at Katie for the briefest of moments, he turned around, jogging back over to Jake’s prone body.
“Don’t forget Mr. Peanut!” Katie reminded him, looking down at her older brother. Lightly shaking his shoulder, she stared at him. “Wake up,” she hissed. “It isn’t nice to sleep during the day!” she informed him.
“Mr. Peanut?” Grissom grumbled. “I don’t think so; Jake is my first priority here,” he said aloud, as he stooped down to grab the boy. Scooping him up into his arms, he carried him back over to the embankment, setting him down beside Bobby. “Mr. Peanut is going to have to stay where he is,” he told Katie, blinking at her. “I’m sorry, but it isn’t safe for me to go back to the car.”
“You mean,” Katie sniffled, looking up at Grissom. “You mean that you’re going to let him die?”
“I don’t have a choice,” Grissom calmly replied, fishing in his pants pocket for his cell phone.
“We always have choices!” Katie yelled at him, suddenly leaping to her feet, and moving back toward the car. “Mr. Peanut, I’m coming for you!” she screamed.
“Katie!” Grissom yelled, following her. Easily catching up to her, he tightly wrapped his arms around her body, stopping her in mid-stride. “I told you to stay put!” he angrily reminded her, turning around, and returning her to the embankment, not yet releasing his hold on her.
“But I can’t live without Mr. Peanut,” Katie cried, struggling against Grissom’s arms to go back for her stuffed animal. “He’s afraid of smoke and fire, Mr. Gil! He keeps me safe, so now it’s my turn to keep him safe. Please, I don’t want him to die! Please! ” she sobbed, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing at the cell phone in his pocket, Grissom swallowed. This is ridiculous; this is absolutely and utterly ridiculous, not to mention unsafe. I can’t believe that you’re actually going to do this. “Okay,” he finally sighed in agreement. “Okay.” I can’t believe that I am risking my life for a toy, but okay.
“I’m going to go get Mr. Peanut for you, but I need you to stay here. Can you do that for me, Katie?”
“Uh-huh,” Katie nodded, watching Grissom as he flipped open his phone, and dialed 911. “What’re you doing?” she curiously asked him.
“Getting us some help,” he calmly replied, waiting for someone to answer him. Moments later, a 911 operator picked up the phone, and Grissom gave an audible sigh of relief. “This is Gil Grissom, with the Las Vegas Crime Lab,” he immediately stated. “I’m on Mountain Pass Road, and I am trying to assist the passengers of a totaled vehicle. I need medical help, and I need it now!”
“Please—” the voice cut off for a moment, overridden with static. “—that?” the person requested.
“I’m on Mountain Pass Road,” Grissom repeated, “and I need a few ambulances, immediately!” he stated, trying to hide his growing nervousness. All of a sudden, the phone went dead, leaving a very stunned and frustrated Gil Grissom. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, handing the phone to Katie. “The operator hung up. Stay here,” he ordered her, taking off back toward the car at a quick jog. With any luck, some part of that message got through, and someone will be able to help us… before it’s too late. God, I still have to find a way of getting these kids up the embankment, too, but I don’t know how I am going to do that just yet! Frowning, Grissom sighed. And I still can’t believe that I am going back for this damned bear, because that stuffed animal is the least of our worries right now.
Katie very quietly nodded, as she moved closer to her sister, once again sitting down on the ground. Glancing down at the phone held loosely in her hand, she was about to tell Grissom that he had to hurry, before jumping in surprise. “It’s… moving,” she whispered to herself, studying the phone that seemed to be vibrating. Flipping it open in puzzlement, she held it up to her ear.
“Gil? Where are you?” Catherine’s anxious voice immediately asked through the phone. “You should have been home hours ago!”
“… Hello?” Katie softly spoke up, blinking.
“Hello?” Catherine frowned in surprise. “Who is this? Do I have the right phone?”
“I’m Katie,” Katie replied. “And I dunno! This is Mr. Gil’s phone, I think,” she informed Catherine. “But he’s busy right now,” she added, drawing her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her free arm around her legs. “He’s trying to get Mr. Peanut out of my car, but my car is kinda on fire right now. He called 911, but the opera guy hung up on him.”
Catherine took a deep breath, as she clutched her phone more tightly in her hand. Not good; this is not good! “Warrick?” Catherine yelled over her shoulder. “I need a trace on Gil’s cell phone number, and I need it right now!”
“Hello?” Katie again asked, squinting, as she tried to get the other woman’s attention. “Are you still there?” she sniffled.
“Yes, I’m here,” Catherine replied, pressing the phone tightly to her ear. “Katie, my name is Cath, and I’m going to help you, okay?” she asked.
“‘Kay! But Mr. Gil is already helping us,” she informed Catherine.
“Do you know where you are, honey?”
“Uh-huh! I think so!” Katie grinned, pleased with herself for knowing the answer to the question.
“So… where are you?” Catherine softly prompted the little girl.
“We’re at the bottom of a very big hill! Bobby, my older brother, crashed the car during the boomers and lightning! And then my other brother, Jake, told me that the Boogeyman lives in the forest, but you know what, Cath?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“What, honey?” Keep her talking, Catherine thought to herself. We need time to trace the call.
“It’s not raining out here anymore, so the Boogeyman can’t come and get us! And that’s good, too, ‘cause my sister, Lucy is sleeping right now. So are my brothers, though,” she added, following Grissom’s movements with her eyes. “If the Boogeyman came out of the woods, he’d be able to get them super-easy, and I don’t want him to, ‘cause I love them all. Even Jake, except he’s really mean to me,” she mumbled after a moment.
“I see. And where is… Mr. Gil right now?”
“He’s getting Mr. Peanut out of the car, but I hope that he hurries,” Katie whispered, still watching Grissom.
“Why is that, honey?” Catherine asked, swallowing.
“I already told you, silly!” Katie rolled her eyes. “‘Cause my car is on fire,” she reminded Catherine.
All of a sudden, a large explosion filled Catherine’s ears, followed by the sound of Katie shrieking. “Katie?” she shouted into the phone. “Katie? Are you there? Answer me, God damn it!” she added, before the line went dead. “Shit! Please tell me that we got his location?” she yelled, immediately getting to her feet, and trying to locate Warrick.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.
Title: 911
Summary: A raging storm, four trapped children, and an exploding vehicle. Will Grissom be able to save the day?
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Katie stood up, her tear-stained gaze following Grissom as he ran back across the sopping-wet forest floor, in order to reach the Saturn. “Save them, Mr. Gil,” she whispered, before kneeling back down beside her sister, and gently pushing on Lucy’s shoulder. “And you wake up, right now. Mommy said that it isn’t good to take naps in the middle of the day, so wake up,” she murmured, as the tears continued to slide down her cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, Grissom jogged back toward the Saturn, staying low to the ground, and analyzing the situation as he moved forward. The car was about to explode, that much was for sure. But because the car was going to explode, he had to act fast. He could no longer calmly break the window, as he had done with Katie; he had to smash the two front windows, regardless of the fact that Jake and Bobby had no way of protecting themselves against the flying glass. Glancing at the flames starting to spiral out of the hood, Grissom realized that if he waited any longer, there would be no boys left to actually rescue. There would be no need, because they would be dead.
Approaching the vehicle, Grissom briefly wiped the water from his forehead, picking up the nearest heavy tree branch. Frowning at the mud-slicked weapon now securely held in his hand, and then at the tree on top of the Saturn which was hindering his ability to safely and effectively get the children out of the car, he sighed, walking right up to the passenger-side window. “Benjamin Franklin once said: ‘Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of,’” he told himself. “And Franklin is right. If these kids have any hope of surviving—” he trailed off, immediately pulling the tree branch back. “Then now is the time to act!”
Without any more hesitation, Grissom lowered his head, closed his eyes, and swung the tree branch as hard as he could toward the window. At the sound of breaking glass mixing with the remnants of the thunder and lightning, he cracked an eye open, using the branch to knock away the rest of the class. “Jake?” he asked, reaching a hand through the now empty window, and lightly shaking the boy. When he did not get a response, Grissom reached into the car with both hands, yanking Jake out.
Once Jake was out of the car, Grissom slipped his arms underneath the boy’s armpits, walking backward, and dragging him through the mud to a safe distance away from the car. “Almost there,” he whispered to Jake, even though he understood that the thirteen year old was unconscious, and thus unable to hear him. “I’ve got you, and you’re going to be okay.” Well, he thought to himself. You’re not going to blow up right along with the car, I should say.
“Mr. Gil?” Katie screamed over the noise of the rain. “Is Jake okay?” she asked, once again standing up, and moving toward Grissom and her brother. “Is he gonna wake up?” she continued, moving a little bit more quickly toward her sibling.
“I said, ” Grissom started to yell at Katie out of desperation. “Do not move a muscle! Get back to your sister, and stay there!” he added, ignoring Katie’s tears, and once again returning his attention to Jake. I don’t have the luxury of time in which to deal with you and your issues right now, he thought to himself, frowning. So sit down, and stay there!
“Lucy? Why is Mr. Gil being so mean?” she asked her sister, her bottom lip starting to quiver as she sat back down on the ground, drawing her knees up to her chest. “I just wanted to know if Jake is okay,” she sniffled, trying to wipe the rain and tears off of her face, but only succeeding in smearing blood and dirt under her eyes.
Running back to the Saturn, Grissom swallowed, as he saw the flames gaining more height... and heat. The rain wasn’t enough to douse the fire, and he understood that the car could blow up at literally any moment. “It’s now or never,” he muttered to himself, jogging around to the driver’s side of the car, and picking up another tree branch. Ready to smash through the window, as he had with the other side, he frowned, noticing that Bobby’s head was actually leaning against the window. “Shit!” Grissom yelled, realizing that he could hurt Bobby even more, if he broke the window right now.
Shuffling around the back side of the car, Grissom made his way to the front passenger side window, glancing through the hole. Reaching in with both arms, he unbuckled Bobby’s seatbelt, trying to pull him toward himself. “Shit!” he muttered again, when he couldn’t turn the seventeen year old enough to pull him up and over the center console. “But at least you’re no longer propped up against the window,” he said aloud, running back around the car to the driver’s side. Picking up the tree branch, Grissom once again lowered his head, swinging at the window with all of his strength.
“Mr. Gil! The fire is getting higher and higher!” Katie screamed in between her sobs. “Please, hurry! And don’t forget Mr. Peanut!”
Grissom ignored her, as he knocked the remainder of the glass away from the window, tossing the tree branch aside. “Okay, Bobby, let’s get you out of there,” he tersely told the teenager, reaching through the window, and yanking him up and out of the car. Shuffling backwards, Grissom pulled Bobby toward the embankment, grunting with the effort of carrying him.
“Look, Mr. Gil!” Katie suddenly shouted out in excitement, standing up, and pointing toward the sky. “The rain is stopping!” she smiled at him. “The Boogeyman doesn’t like the sunlight, so maybe we’ll be safe!” she happily announced, her tears slowly subsiding.
Grissom stopped to look toward the sky for a moment, inwardly cheering. If the rain has stopped, then it might be possible to get a message through to the 911 center, or even to Catherine. It’s possible that my cell phone will connect, he mused, as he continued to carry Bobby toward the embankment, finally setting him down just next to Lucy. Glancing over at Katie for the briefest of moments, he turned around, jogging back over to Jake’s prone body.
“Don’t forget Mr. Peanut!” Katie reminded him, looking down at her older brother. Lightly shaking his shoulder, she stared at him. “Wake up,” she hissed. “It isn’t nice to sleep during the day!” she informed him.
“Mr. Peanut?” Grissom grumbled. “I don’t think so; Jake is my first priority here,” he said aloud, as he stooped down to grab the boy. Scooping him up into his arms, he carried him back over to the embankment, setting him down beside Bobby. “Mr. Peanut is going to have to stay where he is,” he told Katie, blinking at her. “I’m sorry, but it isn’t safe for me to go back to the car.”
“You mean,” Katie sniffled, looking up at Grissom. “You mean that you’re going to let him die?”
“I don’t have a choice,” Grissom calmly replied, fishing in his pants pocket for his cell phone.
“We always have choices!” Katie yelled at him, suddenly leaping to her feet, and moving back toward the car. “Mr. Peanut, I’m coming for you!” she screamed.
“Katie!” Grissom yelled, following her. Easily catching up to her, he tightly wrapped his arms around her body, stopping her in mid-stride. “I told you to stay put!” he angrily reminded her, turning around, and returning her to the embankment, not yet releasing his hold on her.
“But I can’t live without Mr. Peanut,” Katie cried, struggling against Grissom’s arms to go back for her stuffed animal. “He’s afraid of smoke and fire, Mr. Gil! He keeps me safe, so now it’s my turn to keep him safe. Please, I don’t want him to die! Please! ” she sobbed, the tears streaming down her cheeks.
Glancing at the cell phone in his pocket, Grissom swallowed. This is ridiculous; this is absolutely and utterly ridiculous, not to mention unsafe. I can’t believe that you’re actually going to do this. “Okay,” he finally sighed in agreement. “Okay.” I can’t believe that I am risking my life for a toy, but okay.
“I’m going to go get Mr. Peanut for you, but I need you to stay here. Can you do that for me, Katie?”
“Uh-huh,” Katie nodded, watching Grissom as he flipped open his phone, and dialed 911. “What’re you doing?” she curiously asked him.
“Getting us some help,” he calmly replied, waiting for someone to answer him. Moments later, a 911 operator picked up the phone, and Grissom gave an audible sigh of relief. “This is Gil Grissom, with the Las Vegas Crime Lab,” he immediately stated. “I’m on Mountain Pass Road, and I am trying to assist the passengers of a totaled vehicle. I need medical help, and I need it now!”
“Please—” the voice cut off for a moment, overridden with static. “—that?” the person requested.
“I’m on Mountain Pass Road,” Grissom repeated, “and I need a few ambulances, immediately!” he stated, trying to hide his growing nervousness. All of a sudden, the phone went dead, leaving a very stunned and frustrated Gil Grissom. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, handing the phone to Katie. “The operator hung up. Stay here,” he ordered her, taking off back toward the car at a quick jog. With any luck, some part of that message got through, and someone will be able to help us… before it’s too late. God, I still have to find a way of getting these kids up the embankment, too, but I don’t know how I am going to do that just yet! Frowning, Grissom sighed. And I still can’t believe that I am going back for this damned bear, because that stuffed animal is the least of our worries right now.
Katie very quietly nodded, as she moved closer to her sister, once again sitting down on the ground. Glancing down at the phone held loosely in her hand, she was about to tell Grissom that he had to hurry, before jumping in surprise. “It’s… moving,” she whispered to herself, studying the phone that seemed to be vibrating. Flipping it open in puzzlement, she held it up to her ear.
“Gil? Where are you?” Catherine’s anxious voice immediately asked through the phone. “You should have been home hours ago!”
“… Hello?” Katie softly spoke up, blinking.
“Hello?” Catherine frowned in surprise. “Who is this? Do I have the right phone?”
“I’m Katie,” Katie replied. “And I dunno! This is Mr. Gil’s phone, I think,” she informed Catherine. “But he’s busy right now,” she added, drawing her knees up to her chest, and wrapping her free arm around her legs. “He’s trying to get Mr. Peanut out of my car, but my car is kinda on fire right now. He called 911, but the opera guy hung up on him.”
Catherine took a deep breath, as she clutched her phone more tightly in her hand. Not good; this is not good! “Warrick?” Catherine yelled over her shoulder. “I need a trace on Gil’s cell phone number, and I need it right now!”
“Hello?” Katie again asked, squinting, as she tried to get the other woman’s attention. “Are you still there?” she sniffled.
“Yes, I’m here,” Catherine replied, pressing the phone tightly to her ear. “Katie, my name is Cath, and I’m going to help you, okay?” she asked.
“‘Kay! But Mr. Gil is already helping us,” she informed Catherine.
“Do you know where you are, honey?”
“Uh-huh! I think so!” Katie grinned, pleased with herself for knowing the answer to the question.
“So… where are you?” Catherine softly prompted the little girl.
“We’re at the bottom of a very big hill! Bobby, my older brother, crashed the car during the boomers and lightning! And then my other brother, Jake, told me that the Boogeyman lives in the forest, but you know what, Cath?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“What, honey?” Keep her talking, Catherine thought to herself. We need time to trace the call.
“It’s not raining out here anymore, so the Boogeyman can’t come and get us! And that’s good, too, ‘cause my sister, Lucy is sleeping right now. So are my brothers, though,” she added, following Grissom’s movements with her eyes. “If the Boogeyman came out of the woods, he’d be able to get them super-easy, and I don’t want him to, ‘cause I love them all. Even Jake, except he’s really mean to me,” she mumbled after a moment.
“I see. And where is… Mr. Gil right now?”
“He’s getting Mr. Peanut out of the car, but I hope that he hurries,” Katie whispered, still watching Grissom.
“Why is that, honey?” Catherine asked, swallowing.
“I already told you, silly!” Katie rolled her eyes. “‘Cause my car is on fire,” she reminded Catherine.
All of a sudden, a large explosion filled Catherine’s ears, followed by the sound of Katie shrieking. “Katie?” she shouted into the phone. “Katie? Are you there? Answer me, God damn it!” she added, before the line went dead. “Shit! Please tell me that we got his location?” she yelled, immediately getting to her feet, and trying to locate Warrick.
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TO BE CONTINUED
RocketScientist
Police Officer
I just caught your update on fanfic site! I get email alert there. I think this is the best installment. Now I TOTALLY cannot wait for more!
Excellant, excellant.
Excellant, excellant.
ButterFlied92
Lab Technician
omg, omg, omg, omg, I SWEAR I have ESP!! I swear! This is what I was talking about! Griss was gonna go back for the frig**n bear! And it was gonna explode in the middle of a call! God, this is one of those times I HATE having excellent predictions! PLEASE, update soon!
MacsGirlMel
Mac's Personal Assistant
argh, please update soon!!!
RocketScientist, I'm glad that you liked it! I should have asked you if it was okay to post it on fanfiction.net, given that it is a fic for you! I hope you don't mind .
ButterFlied (nice name change, btw!), man, you're good! I didn't know that I was going to do it until I did it. That stupid bear. Grissom better be alive. But will the bear be alive?
MacsGirlMel (also a nice name change!), I'm glad that you liked it. And now that I'm looking at it, I love your banner!
.ButterFlied (nice name change, btw!), man, you're good! I didn't know that I was going to do it until I did it. That stupid bear. Grissom better be alive
. But will the bear be alive?MacsGirlMel (also a nice name change!), I'm glad that you liked it
. And now that I'm looking at it, I love your banner!
RocketScientist
Police Officer
Heck, it's your story! But you are kind to even think of it!
As I said I cannot write for (Mr or Mrs) Peanuts!
Got lots of day dreams though! :devil: :devil: :devil:
As I said I cannot write for (Mr or Mrs) Peanuts!
Got lots of day dreams though! :devil: :devil: :devil:
(my brain gave me a fantastic birthday present! Words poured out of my mind, and onto a word document!)
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.
Title: The Crash Site
Summary: A raging storm, four trapped children, and an exploding vehicle. Will Grissom be able to save the day?
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The Lab
“Warrick?” Catherine tried again, sprinting toward one of the smaller labs. “You better tell me that we got Gil’s location!” she screamed.
Before Warrick had the chance to reply, however, Judy, the receptionist, ran toward Catherine. “We have a 911 call center operator on the phone for you,” she immediately told the CSI. “It sounds urgent. I’ll patch it through to the layout room,” she added, pointing toward the closest lab.
Catherine nodded, briskly walking toward the lab, and immediately picking up the phone. “Hello?” she quickly asked.
“Ma’am, this is Steve Rogers at the 911 call center, and we just received a phone call from someone claiming to be a part of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Do you currently have any employees out on the road?” he questioned her.
“Gil Grissom, the nightshift supervisor. I just spoke to someone named Katie on his cell phone,” she told the operator, one hand on her hip as she stared at the ground. “And the little girl said that her car is on fire. You need to get someone out to his location immediately, understood?” she continued, trying to keep her voice calm. “I heard an explosion, and if the car was on fire—” she trailed off, not wanting to complete her thought.
“Well, see, that’s the problem,” the operator frowned. “We don’t know where—”
“Here, Catherine,” Warrick interrupted the phone conversation, anxiously shoving a piece of paper into her hand. “I’m going to pull the Denali around,” he added, already running out of the door. Warrick didn’t know if Catherine would allow them to try to help Grissom, but he wasn’t going to wait around in order to find out. If Grissom was out there, and he was indeed in trouble, the nightshift was going to help him.
Glancing at the results of the phone trace, Catherine frowned. “He’s on Mountain Pass Road, five miles from Pinebrook if you’re coming from the East, and ten miles from Hollowbrook if you’re coming from the West. I’m sending a team out there,” she continued. “But you’re going to need at least one ambulance, fire and rescue, and only God-knows what else.”
“We’ll send a crew out there right away,” the operator replied. “But in the mean time, keep trying to get a hold of someone on his cell phone. Any information that we have about what is going on out there will better help us pre-assess the situation.”
“Will do, Steve,” Catherine nodded, before hanging up.
“Catherine?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow as he rushed toward her. “What’s going on?”
“Gil ran into a situation on his way home from the conference,” she answered his question, already on the move. “We got his location, but it will take fire and rescue a little while to get to him.”
“What kind of trouble?” Nick asked, quickly following her through the hallway.
“I’m not sure,” Catherine quietly replied. “But I heard an explosion over the phone when I was talking to the little girl that he was apparently trying to rescue, so the trouble is not good.”
Nick let out a breath of air, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Does Sara know yet?”
“Do I know what yet?” Sara asked, coming up behind her two colleagues. “What’s going on?”
Nick rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at the ground.
“There was an accident, Sara,” Catherine cautiously informed her, still moving toward the lab’s main doors.
“What kind of an accident?” Sara wanted to know, raising an eyebrow. Glancing at Nick’s pale expression, and then at Catherine’s grim face, she began to feel nervous. “What kind of an accident?” she repeated her question.
Nearing the door, Catherine glanced at Nick for a moment. “Go get more rope, flares, and medical supplies,” she ordered him. “And grab Greg and Brass on the way. We could use the police escort,” she frowned. “And I don’t know if we’ll be able to help, but plan for anything—just in case.”
“Catherine, please just talk to me!” Sara anxiously said, the panic starting to show on her face. “What’s going on?”
Opening the door for Sara, Catherine pointed toward the Denali, sighing. “Gil was driving home through the thunder storm,” she quietly said. “And apparently, he came across a car in distress.”
“And?” Sara prompted Catherine, climbing into the backseat of the vehicle.
Catherine cleared her throat, getting into the front seat of the car.
Before she could answer Sara’s question, however, both Greg and Nick came barreling out of the lab’s front doors, their arms loaded up with emergency supplies. “Pop the trunk, Bro!” Nick called out, as he and Greg approached the back of the Denali. Flinging open the trunk with his free hand, the two CSIs deposited their supplies in the trunk, before climbing into the back seat along with Sara. Moments later, Brass’s car came around the corner of the parking lot, trailing behind a police car with its lights already flashing.
Staring at the police car, Sara’s already fragile nerves slowly unraveled even more. “Catherine!” she screamed. “Damn it, just answer the fucking question!” she yelled in frustration. “What the hell is going on?”
Catherine turned around to look at Sara. “We don’t know,” she replied, trying to remain calm for Sara’s sake, but feeling incredibly uneasy with the whole situation. “I called Gil’s phone, and a little girl picked up the line. She said that he was getting something by the name of Mr. Peanut out of her car, except—” she trailed off.
“Except what?” Sara tentatively asked, not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer.
“The girl said that her car was on fire, and then I heard an explosion,” Catherine told Sara, letting her words hang in the air.
“Damn,” Warrick whispered under his breath, as he pulled the Denali out onto the main road, following behind Brass and the police cruiser.
“But—” Sara’s faced paled. “He wasn’t in the car when it exploded, right?” she asked, shaking her head from side to side. “Of course he wasn’t. Grissom is smarter than that; he wouldn’t risk his life for some stupid stuffed animal.”
Greg bit his lip, staring down at the ground. “Are you sure that you heard an explosion?” he asked Catherine.
“I know what a car exploding sounds like, Greg!” Catherine immediately snapped back, regretting the words the moment they were out of her mouth. Although she knew that it was an exploding car, Sara really didn’t need that sort of confirmation.
“What about the girl?” Nick hesitantly spoke up. “Did she say anything else, after the explosion?”
Catherine slowly shook her head no. “The phone went dead,” she explained. “But fire and rescue are on their way, and so are we. We’ll get there.” Picking up her cell phone, Catherine hit re-dial, once again trying to get a hold of either Grissom or the little girl. One of them has to pick up, she thought to herself.
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Mountain Pass Road
“Mr. Gil? Where are you?” Katie sniffled, standing up, and anxiously bouncing from foot to foot. “There’s too much fire, and I don’t see you! Why aren’t you talking to me? Talk to me!” she ordered him, taking a hesitant step toward the burning Saturn, trying to peer through all of the smoke in order to see him. “I’m scared,” she whispered, trying to wipe her tears away with one of her sleeves. “I’m scared, and I wanna go home!” she wailed, as more tears began to sting her eyes, eventually sliding down her already wet cheeks.
“K-Katie…?” someone softly called out her name. “Katie, don’t move, okay?”
Katie sniffled, looking around. “L-Lucy? Is that you?” she asked, her eyes widening as she recognized her sister’s voice. Kneeling down beside her sister, she threw herself down on top of her, crying in earnest. “Lucy, are you really awake?” she wanted to know.
Lucy winced as Katie landed directly on top of her, biting her tongue so as not to yell at her little sister. “Please move,” she whispered. “That hurts, Katie.”
“I’m sorry,” Katie swallowed, sitting up, and staring down at her sister. “But you’re awake now! I don’t know where Mr. Gil is, and I’m scared!” she informed the fifteen year old, glancing toward the Saturn. “Where did he go?”
“Who’s Mr. Gil?” Lucy quietly asked, licking her dry and swollen lips. Trying to sit up, she groaned, as pain shot through her entire body. Very carefully lowering herself back down to the ground, she stared up at Katie, waiting for her to answer.
“He’s the man who got us all out of the car! But he went back for Mr. Peanut,” Katie continued, “And then the car blew up. Cath called, too, but then she went away. I’m scared, Lucy. Can we go home now? Please?”
“The car blew up?” Lucy worriedly asked, once again trying to sit up, in order to look around. “Where are Bobby and Jake?” she asked, licking her lips, and trying to clear her foggy mind. Yeah, I can smell the smoke now. Shit, the car blew up!
“Bobby and Jake are right there,” Katie pointed. “But I don’t see Mr. Gil, and it’s so smoky over there, Lucy! I think I should go get him,” she whispered, slowly crawling to her knees, and getting to her feet. Bouncing from foot to foot, Katie swallowed in uneasiness, as she continued to try to spot Grissom. “If that lady calls back, maybe everything will okay!” she tried to assure her sister, taking another step toward the burning car.
“Where’s the cell phone, Katie?” Lucy asked her, still trying to get to her feet, but unable to do so.
“Um, I think I threw it,” Katie softly replied, scrunching up her nose in thought. “I think I threw it over there when the car blew up,” she pointed toward a couple of trees.
“You need to find that phone,” Lucy whispered. “We need to keep trying to call 911. Do you understand me? Can you go get the phone for me, and bring it back here?”
“Uh-huh!” Katie smiled at her sister. “But the opera people hung up on Mr. Gil, so they don’t want to talk to us. Maybe Cath will want to talk to us, though!” she continued, as she moved off toward the trees, studying the ground for the discarded phone. “It has to be here,” she mumbled, carefully picking her way through the debris, and toward where she thought it might be. “It is!” she proudly announced, bending over and grabbing it. “I have it, Lucy!”
“Good job, Katie,” her sister replied, trying to stay awake. “Bring it over here, and let me see it.” God damn it, I hurt so badly. Why can’t I sit up? Something has to be broken. My leg, maybe?
“‘Kay!” Running back over to her sister’s body, Katie dropped down by her side, gently handing her the phone. “Here you go!”
Lucy tried to get a better grip on the phone, flipping it open, and studying the call menu. Good, she thought to herself. I have a phone just like this one. Pressing the menu button, Lucy moved through the screens, until she saw the phone number for the last received call. Dialing it, she waited for someone to pick up.
“Hello? Gil?” Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you Cath?” Lucy hesitantly asked, staring off into the distance at the still burning car.
“Yes, who’s this?” Catherine worriedly asked, glancing around the car at the other CSIs.
“My name is Lucy; I’m Katie’s older sister. Are you… are you coming to help us?” she asked, trying to bite back a yelp as Katie once again threw herself down on top of her body.
“We’re on our way, yes, Lucy,” Catherine confirmed, staring out the windshield. “Can you tell me what’s going on, though?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy quietly replied. “And I can’t move, but I can see the burning car. Katie tells me that someone by the name of Mr. Gil went after her stuffed bear, but I don’t… I don’t see him,” she whispered.
Catherine rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to think things through. “Do you know where on the road your vehicle crashed?” she cautiously asked, glancing over at Warrick for a moment.
“Not exactly, no,” Lucy replied, “But there is a downed tree in the middle of the road, and there is only one car down here, which means that Mr. Gil’s car must still be up on the road.”
“‘Up’ on the road?” Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow. “And where, specifically, are you?”
“Uh,” Lucy swallowed, desperately looking around. “We’re at the bottom of a small hill, which is almost like a cliff. I’d say it’s around fifty feet or so. My two brothers and my sister are sitting here with me at the bottom of the hill, but neither of my brothers are awake.” Are they even alive? she wanted to ask. “But so far, I haven’t seen Mr. Gil. If he was in the car when it exploded—” she trailed off.
Catherine shook her head. “He is a very smart man, Lucy. I’m sure that he managed to get himself out of there, before it came to that.” Looking at Warrick for another moment in order to get his attention, Catherine covered the receiver end of the cell phone. “How close are we?”
Warrick glanced down at the odometer, shrugging. “Five more miles, maybe? Give or take a few?”
Catherine nodded. “We’ll be with you shortly, Lucy, and so will the ambulances. Just hang in there, okay? I’ll stay on the phone with you, but you have to hang in there.”
“Yeah,” Lucy nervously whispered. “Okay.”
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The Denali
Back in the Denali, Sara anxiously listened to Catherine’s side of the conversation. She was worried sick about Grissom, and she wanted to be the one to talk to whoever was on the other end of the phone—if just to be doing something, rather than nothing, to help. “If something happens to him—” she softly mumbled under her breath, leaning forward in her seat in order to better hear what was being said.
“We’ll get him Sar,” Nick whispered, gently putting a comforting hand on her arm. “He’s a smart man, and we’ll get him.” But is he smart enough to avoid an explosion? I hope so.
“We’re on our way, yes, Lucy,” Catherine’s voice overrode that of Nick’s. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Good, Sara thought. Get the kid talking, and see what she knows. She has to know something. Please, for God’s sake, know something! Sara wanted to scream, feeling her face pale even more, and her breathing grow shallower by the moment.
Greg glanced over at Sara, raising an eyebrow. She was obviously very tense and anxious, and it appeared as if she was about to pounce on some unknown assailant. Although the entire team already knew that there was something going on between Grissom and Sara, it never ceased to surprise him when he saw evidence of their budding relationship. “Calm down, Sara,” he quietly told her. “You’ve got to breathe, or you’re going to hyperventilate; and if you hyperventilate, you won’t be able to help us rescue Grissom.” At this point, I’m going to assume that he could use all of the help that he can get… before it’s too late.
“Shhhh,” Sara mumbled, staring at Catherine as she continued to speak to Lucy. “I’m trying to listen.” But he’s fine; I know that he’s fine. He has to be… right?
“Do you know where on the road your vehicle crashed?” Sara heard Catherine ask. “…‘Up’ on the road? And where, specifically, are you?”
Where the hell are they? Sara inwardly repeated Catherine’s question. If they’re not on the road, then they must be at the bottom of a hill, which will make it even more difficult to get to Grissom. And if the car is on fire... she nervously thought to herself, trying to take a deep breath in order to calm her shaky nerves.
“Breathe, girl,” Warrick told her in a low voice, staring at Sara through the rear-view mirror. “Come on, you’re no good to anyone if you pass out. Breathe.” Damn it, drive faster, or you could lose Grissom! Move it! Why are you driving like a granny? He asked himself, putting his foot down on the gas pedal even harder, and trying to push the Denali forward.
“He is a very smart man, Lucy,” Catherine continued, ignoring the exchange between Sara and Warrick for a moment. “I’m sure that he managed to get himself out of there, before it came to that.” Then glancing over at Warrick, Catherine covered the receiver end of her cell phone. “How close are we?”
Warrick glanced down at the odometer, shrugging. “Five more miles, maybe? Give or take a few?”
Catherine nodded. “We’ll be with you shortly, Lucy, and so will the ambulances. Just hang in there, okay? I’ll stay on the phone with you, but you have to hang in there,” she concluded, holding the phone against her ear.
“Catherine?” Sara cleared her throat. “What’s going on?”
“The car is definitely on fire,” she cautiously told Sara, staring out of the windshield. “And Katie’s sister hasn’t seen Gil,” she softly added.
“Shit,” Sara whispered under her breath, as the Denali slowed down. “What are you doing, Warrick?” she then asked, staring out of her window. “You should be driving faster, not slower!”
“We’re here, girl,” Warrick calmly replied, flashing his brights at Brass, in order to get the other man to stop. Pulling over to the side of the road, he immediately hopped out of the Denali, jogging over to the edge of the embankment. “Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, his hands on his hips.
“What is it?” Sara asked, climbing out of the car, and running toward him. “Jesus,” she quietly said, staring down at the wreckage spread out below them. Moments later, when Nick and Greg appeared next to her and Warrick, Sara tried to re-focus her attention. “We need the rope, and we need it now. I’m going down there,” she announced to everyone.
“Wait a minute,” Greg said in a low voice, paling, as he stared at the still burning car.
“What is it, Greggo?” Nick asked, following his line of sight, and trying to see what his colleague was seeing.
Greg remained silent, his gaze riveted to something next to the car.
“Bro?” Nick tried again. “What do you see?”
“I think I see—” he trailed off.
“Damn it, I see it, too,” Warrick spoke up, already jogging back to the Denali, in order to get the supplies.
“What do you see?” Catherine asked, peering over the edge of the embankment. And then she saw it, too. “Where the hell are the ambulances?” she shouted to the police officers, who were slowly making their way over to the cliff.
“What the hell are you all looking at?” Sara yelled out in frustration.
“Grissom. I see Grissom,” Greg simply replied, swallowing the bile in his throat that had been steadily building up. “I see Grissom next to the Saturn, and he isn’t moving.”
“No—no, you don’t see him,” Sara whispered, ignoring Greg’s statement. That’s impossible, because Grissom would be moving.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CSI or its characters. That honor goes to the good folks over at CBS.
Title: The Crash Site
Summary: A raging storm, four trapped children, and an exploding vehicle. Will Grissom be able to save the day?
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The Lab
“Warrick?” Catherine tried again, sprinting toward one of the smaller labs. “You better tell me that we got Gil’s location!” she screamed.
Before Warrick had the chance to reply, however, Judy, the receptionist, ran toward Catherine. “We have a 911 call center operator on the phone for you,” she immediately told the CSI. “It sounds urgent. I’ll patch it through to the layout room,” she added, pointing toward the closest lab.
Catherine nodded, briskly walking toward the lab, and immediately picking up the phone. “Hello?” she quickly asked.
“Ma’am, this is Steve Rogers at the 911 call center, and we just received a phone call from someone claiming to be a part of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Do you currently have any employees out on the road?” he questioned her.
“Gil Grissom, the nightshift supervisor. I just spoke to someone named Katie on his cell phone,” she told the operator, one hand on her hip as she stared at the ground. “And the little girl said that her car is on fire. You need to get someone out to his location immediately, understood?” she continued, trying to keep her voice calm. “I heard an explosion, and if the car was on fire—” she trailed off, not wanting to complete her thought.
“Well, see, that’s the problem,” the operator frowned. “We don’t know where—”
“Here, Catherine,” Warrick interrupted the phone conversation, anxiously shoving a piece of paper into her hand. “I’m going to pull the Denali around,” he added, already running out of the door. Warrick didn’t know if Catherine would allow them to try to help Grissom, but he wasn’t going to wait around in order to find out. If Grissom was out there, and he was indeed in trouble, the nightshift was going to help him.
Glancing at the results of the phone trace, Catherine frowned. “He’s on Mountain Pass Road, five miles from Pinebrook if you’re coming from the East, and ten miles from Hollowbrook if you’re coming from the West. I’m sending a team out there,” she continued. “But you’re going to need at least one ambulance, fire and rescue, and only God-knows what else.”
“We’ll send a crew out there right away,” the operator replied. “But in the mean time, keep trying to get a hold of someone on his cell phone. Any information that we have about what is going on out there will better help us pre-assess the situation.”
“Will do, Steve,” Catherine nodded, before hanging up.
“Catherine?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow as he rushed toward her. “What’s going on?”
“Gil ran into a situation on his way home from the conference,” she answered his question, already on the move. “We got his location, but it will take fire and rescue a little while to get to him.”
“What kind of trouble?” Nick asked, quickly following her through the hallway.
“I’m not sure,” Catherine quietly replied. “But I heard an explosion over the phone when I was talking to the little girl that he was apparently trying to rescue, so the trouble is not good.”
Nick let out a breath of air, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Does Sara know yet?”
“Do I know what yet?” Sara asked, coming up behind her two colleagues. “What’s going on?”
Nick rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at the ground.
“There was an accident, Sara,” Catherine cautiously informed her, still moving toward the lab’s main doors.
“What kind of an accident?” Sara wanted to know, raising an eyebrow. Glancing at Nick’s pale expression, and then at Catherine’s grim face, she began to feel nervous. “What kind of an accident?” she repeated her question.
Nearing the door, Catherine glanced at Nick for a moment. “Go get more rope, flares, and medical supplies,” she ordered him. “And grab Greg and Brass on the way. We could use the police escort,” she frowned. “And I don’t know if we’ll be able to help, but plan for anything—just in case.”
“Catherine, please just talk to me!” Sara anxiously said, the panic starting to show on her face. “What’s going on?”
Opening the door for Sara, Catherine pointed toward the Denali, sighing. “Gil was driving home through the thunder storm,” she quietly said. “And apparently, he came across a car in distress.”
“And?” Sara prompted Catherine, climbing into the backseat of the vehicle.
Catherine cleared her throat, getting into the front seat of the car.
Before she could answer Sara’s question, however, both Greg and Nick came barreling out of the lab’s front doors, their arms loaded up with emergency supplies. “Pop the trunk, Bro!” Nick called out, as he and Greg approached the back of the Denali. Flinging open the trunk with his free hand, the two CSIs deposited their supplies in the trunk, before climbing into the back seat along with Sara. Moments later, Brass’s car came around the corner of the parking lot, trailing behind a police car with its lights already flashing.
Staring at the police car, Sara’s already fragile nerves slowly unraveled even more. “Catherine!” she screamed. “Damn it, just answer the fucking question!” she yelled in frustration. “What the hell is going on?”
Catherine turned around to look at Sara. “We don’t know,” she replied, trying to remain calm for Sara’s sake, but feeling incredibly uneasy with the whole situation. “I called Gil’s phone, and a little girl picked up the line. She said that he was getting something by the name of Mr. Peanut out of her car, except—” she trailed off.
“Except what?” Sara tentatively asked, not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer.
“The girl said that her car was on fire, and then I heard an explosion,” Catherine told Sara, letting her words hang in the air.
“Damn,” Warrick whispered under his breath, as he pulled the Denali out onto the main road, following behind Brass and the police cruiser.
“But—” Sara’s faced paled. “He wasn’t in the car when it exploded, right?” she asked, shaking her head from side to side. “Of course he wasn’t. Grissom is smarter than that; he wouldn’t risk his life for some stupid stuffed animal.”
Greg bit his lip, staring down at the ground. “Are you sure that you heard an explosion?” he asked Catherine.
“I know what a car exploding sounds like, Greg!” Catherine immediately snapped back, regretting the words the moment they were out of her mouth. Although she knew that it was an exploding car, Sara really didn’t need that sort of confirmation.
“What about the girl?” Nick hesitantly spoke up. “Did she say anything else, after the explosion?”
Catherine slowly shook her head no. “The phone went dead,” she explained. “But fire and rescue are on their way, and so are we. We’ll get there.” Picking up her cell phone, Catherine hit re-dial, once again trying to get a hold of either Grissom or the little girl. One of them has to pick up, she thought to herself.
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Mountain Pass Road
“Mr. Gil? Where are you?” Katie sniffled, standing up, and anxiously bouncing from foot to foot. “There’s too much fire, and I don’t see you! Why aren’t you talking to me? Talk to me!” she ordered him, taking a hesitant step toward the burning Saturn, trying to peer through all of the smoke in order to see him. “I’m scared,” she whispered, trying to wipe her tears away with one of her sleeves. “I’m scared, and I wanna go home!” she wailed, as more tears began to sting her eyes, eventually sliding down her already wet cheeks.
“K-Katie…?” someone softly called out her name. “Katie, don’t move, okay?”
Katie sniffled, looking around. “L-Lucy? Is that you?” she asked, her eyes widening as she recognized her sister’s voice. Kneeling down beside her sister, she threw herself down on top of her, crying in earnest. “Lucy, are you really awake?” she wanted to know.
Lucy winced as Katie landed directly on top of her, biting her tongue so as not to yell at her little sister. “Please move,” she whispered. “That hurts, Katie.”
“I’m sorry,” Katie swallowed, sitting up, and staring down at her sister. “But you’re awake now! I don’t know where Mr. Gil is, and I’m scared!” she informed the fifteen year old, glancing toward the Saturn. “Where did he go?”
“Who’s Mr. Gil?” Lucy quietly asked, licking her dry and swollen lips. Trying to sit up, she groaned, as pain shot through her entire body. Very carefully lowering herself back down to the ground, she stared up at Katie, waiting for her to answer.
“He’s the man who got us all out of the car! But he went back for Mr. Peanut,” Katie continued, “And then the car blew up. Cath called, too, but then she went away. I’m scared, Lucy. Can we go home now? Please?”
“The car blew up?” Lucy worriedly asked, once again trying to sit up, in order to look around. “Where are Bobby and Jake?” she asked, licking her lips, and trying to clear her foggy mind. Yeah, I can smell the smoke now. Shit, the car blew up!
“Bobby and Jake are right there,” Katie pointed. “But I don’t see Mr. Gil, and it’s so smoky over there, Lucy! I think I should go get him,” she whispered, slowly crawling to her knees, and getting to her feet. Bouncing from foot to foot, Katie swallowed in uneasiness, as she continued to try to spot Grissom. “If that lady calls back, maybe everything will okay!” she tried to assure her sister, taking another step toward the burning car.
“Where’s the cell phone, Katie?” Lucy asked her, still trying to get to her feet, but unable to do so.
“Um, I think I threw it,” Katie softly replied, scrunching up her nose in thought. “I think I threw it over there when the car blew up,” she pointed toward a couple of trees.
“You need to find that phone,” Lucy whispered. “We need to keep trying to call 911. Do you understand me? Can you go get the phone for me, and bring it back here?”
“Uh-huh!” Katie smiled at her sister. “But the opera people hung up on Mr. Gil, so they don’t want to talk to us. Maybe Cath will want to talk to us, though!” she continued, as she moved off toward the trees, studying the ground for the discarded phone. “It has to be here,” she mumbled, carefully picking her way through the debris, and toward where she thought it might be. “It is!” she proudly announced, bending over and grabbing it. “I have it, Lucy!”
“Good job, Katie,” her sister replied, trying to stay awake. “Bring it over here, and let me see it.” God damn it, I hurt so badly. Why can’t I sit up? Something has to be broken. My leg, maybe?
“‘Kay!” Running back over to her sister’s body, Katie dropped down by her side, gently handing her the phone. “Here you go!”
Lucy tried to get a better grip on the phone, flipping it open, and studying the call menu. Good, she thought to herself. I have a phone just like this one. Pressing the menu button, Lucy moved through the screens, until she saw the phone number for the last received call. Dialing it, she waited for someone to pick up.
“Hello? Gil?” Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you Cath?” Lucy hesitantly asked, staring off into the distance at the still burning car.
“Yes, who’s this?” Catherine worriedly asked, glancing around the car at the other CSIs.
“My name is Lucy; I’m Katie’s older sister. Are you… are you coming to help us?” she asked, trying to bite back a yelp as Katie once again threw herself down on top of her body.
“We’re on our way, yes, Lucy,” Catherine confirmed, staring out the windshield. “Can you tell me what’s going on, though?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy quietly replied. “And I can’t move, but I can see the burning car. Katie tells me that someone by the name of Mr. Gil went after her stuffed bear, but I don’t… I don’t see him,” she whispered.
Catherine rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to think things through. “Do you know where on the road your vehicle crashed?” she cautiously asked, glancing over at Warrick for a moment.
“Not exactly, no,” Lucy replied, “But there is a downed tree in the middle of the road, and there is only one car down here, which means that Mr. Gil’s car must still be up on the road.”
“‘Up’ on the road?” Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow. “And where, specifically, are you?”
“Uh,” Lucy swallowed, desperately looking around. “We’re at the bottom of a small hill, which is almost like a cliff. I’d say it’s around fifty feet or so. My two brothers and my sister are sitting here with me at the bottom of the hill, but neither of my brothers are awake.” Are they even alive? she wanted to ask. “But so far, I haven’t seen Mr. Gil. If he was in the car when it exploded—” she trailed off.
Catherine shook her head. “He is a very smart man, Lucy. I’m sure that he managed to get himself out of there, before it came to that.” Looking at Warrick for another moment in order to get his attention, Catherine covered the receiver end of the cell phone. “How close are we?”
Warrick glanced down at the odometer, shrugging. “Five more miles, maybe? Give or take a few?”
Catherine nodded. “We’ll be with you shortly, Lucy, and so will the ambulances. Just hang in there, okay? I’ll stay on the phone with you, but you have to hang in there.”
“Yeah,” Lucy nervously whispered. “Okay.”
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The Denali
Back in the Denali, Sara anxiously listened to Catherine’s side of the conversation. She was worried sick about Grissom, and she wanted to be the one to talk to whoever was on the other end of the phone—if just to be doing something, rather than nothing, to help. “If something happens to him—” she softly mumbled under her breath, leaning forward in her seat in order to better hear what was being said.
“We’ll get him Sar,” Nick whispered, gently putting a comforting hand on her arm. “He’s a smart man, and we’ll get him.” But is he smart enough to avoid an explosion? I hope so.
“We’re on our way, yes, Lucy,” Catherine’s voice overrode that of Nick’s. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Good, Sara thought. Get the kid talking, and see what she knows. She has to know something. Please, for God’s sake, know something! Sara wanted to scream, feeling her face pale even more, and her breathing grow shallower by the moment.
Greg glanced over at Sara, raising an eyebrow. She was obviously very tense and anxious, and it appeared as if she was about to pounce on some unknown assailant. Although the entire team already knew that there was something going on between Grissom and Sara, it never ceased to surprise him when he saw evidence of their budding relationship. “Calm down, Sara,” he quietly told her. “You’ve got to breathe, or you’re going to hyperventilate; and if you hyperventilate, you won’t be able to help us rescue Grissom.” At this point, I’m going to assume that he could use all of the help that he can get… before it’s too late.
“Shhhh,” Sara mumbled, staring at Catherine as she continued to speak to Lucy. “I’m trying to listen.” But he’s fine; I know that he’s fine. He has to be… right?
“Do you know where on the road your vehicle crashed?” Sara heard Catherine ask. “…‘Up’ on the road? And where, specifically, are you?”
Where the hell are they? Sara inwardly repeated Catherine’s question. If they’re not on the road, then they must be at the bottom of a hill, which will make it even more difficult to get to Grissom. And if the car is on fire... she nervously thought to herself, trying to take a deep breath in order to calm her shaky nerves.
“Breathe, girl,” Warrick told her in a low voice, staring at Sara through the rear-view mirror. “Come on, you’re no good to anyone if you pass out. Breathe.” Damn it, drive faster, or you could lose Grissom! Move it! Why are you driving like a granny? He asked himself, putting his foot down on the gas pedal even harder, and trying to push the Denali forward.
“He is a very smart man, Lucy,” Catherine continued, ignoring the exchange between Sara and Warrick for a moment. “I’m sure that he managed to get himself out of there, before it came to that.” Then glancing over at Warrick, Catherine covered the receiver end of her cell phone. “How close are we?”
Warrick glanced down at the odometer, shrugging. “Five more miles, maybe? Give or take a few?”
Catherine nodded. “We’ll be with you shortly, Lucy, and so will the ambulances. Just hang in there, okay? I’ll stay on the phone with you, but you have to hang in there,” she concluded, holding the phone against her ear.
“Catherine?” Sara cleared her throat. “What’s going on?”
“The car is definitely on fire,” she cautiously told Sara, staring out of the windshield. “And Katie’s sister hasn’t seen Gil,” she softly added.
“Shit,” Sara whispered under her breath, as the Denali slowed down. “What are you doing, Warrick?” she then asked, staring out of her window. “You should be driving faster, not slower!”
“We’re here, girl,” Warrick calmly replied, flashing his brights at Brass, in order to get the other man to stop. Pulling over to the side of the road, he immediately hopped out of the Denali, jogging over to the edge of the embankment. “Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, his hands on his hips.
“What is it?” Sara asked, climbing out of the car, and running toward him. “Jesus,” she quietly said, staring down at the wreckage spread out below them. Moments later, when Nick and Greg appeared next to her and Warrick, Sara tried to re-focus her attention. “We need the rope, and we need it now. I’m going down there,” she announced to everyone.
“Wait a minute,” Greg said in a low voice, paling, as he stared at the still burning car.
“What is it, Greggo?” Nick asked, following his line of sight, and trying to see what his colleague was seeing.
Greg remained silent, his gaze riveted to something next to the car.
“Bro?” Nick tried again. “What do you see?”
“I think I see—” he trailed off.
“Damn it, I see it, too,” Warrick spoke up, already jogging back to the Denali, in order to get the supplies.
“What do you see?” Catherine asked, peering over the edge of the embankment. And then she saw it, too. “Where the hell are the ambulances?” she shouted to the police officers, who were slowly making their way over to the cliff.
“What the hell are you all looking at?” Sara yelled out in frustration.
“Grissom. I see Grissom,” Greg simply replied, swallowing the bile in his throat that had been steadily building up. “I see Grissom next to the Saturn, and he isn’t moving.”
“No—no, you don’t see him,” Sara whispered, ignoring Greg’s statement. That’s impossible, because Grissom would be moving.
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TO BE CONTINUED
ButterFlied92
Lab Technician
Oh my gosh! I was so upset, and I can't imagine the next chapter! You know, I swear I have ESP, I really do, because this is going the exact same way I imagined...Just please update soon!