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nickngregStory Title: City Lights (pt 7)
Disclaimer: same as usual.
yes. I finally updated so here you go. :]
Nick had arrived at the Desert Palms Hospital early in the morning. His condition was poor and he was very weak. When the paramedics arrived they had to be extremely careful when placing him inside the ambulance. One wrong move and it could be Nick’s last breath.
FLASHBACK
It was the twenty-four year old woman that found Nick. She had been jogging when suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. Deciding maybe she should catch her breath, the woman stopped and took a closer look at the object. But then it coughed and her eyes widened. It was a human.
“Hello?” She asked into the darkness but no one answered. So, she walked slowly over to the body. “Hello?” She repeated as the image of a man on the ground came into view.
Nick Stokes.
“Oh my god!” She cried as she quickly whipped out her cell phone and dialed 911. “Yes? Hello. We’ve got someone-a man- terribly injured.” Pause. “Is he alive? I think so. Please hurry!” Click.
And with less that five minutes the paramedics came.
END OF FLASHBACK
Greg was the first one to push the Hospital door’s opened, followed by Catherine and Sara. The Lab tech knew how much it meant to him to see Nick. To see that Nick was okay and that Greg wouldn’t live with this for the rest of his life.
“I want to see him.” Greg demanded to the lady at the front desk when they walked in.
She gave him an odd look. “Please take your seat.”
His grip on the desk tightened. “I don’t have time. Please let me see him.”
“Greg,” Catherine said as she put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s sit down. I’m sure they have reasons.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, it made him more anxious. “I want to see him. Let me see Nick!”
The woman rolled her eyes at him. “Do you want a number? Look how many other people are waiting to see someone.”
“You can sit here Greg.” Sara said as she patted an empty seat next to her. It actually wasn’t too long ago she was in here. She was here when Greg was seriously injured with the gun wound and now she was here for Nick.
Greg glared at Sara. She didn’t know how he felt. No one did and that made him mad.
“Nicky wouldn’t want you acting like this.” Catherine whispered into Greg’s ear, “He would want you to wait, and not get yourself worked up over him.”
He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about she had just said. Maybe she was right. “Fine.”
Catherine smiled as she led Greg over towards Sara and they all took their seats. “Just sit tight.”
One minute passed.
“How long has it been?” Greg asked for the 19th time to Sara who groaned.
“One minute Greg.”
“Oh,” he said softly. “Tell me when it’s been five.”
“Got it.”
* * *
“We have a warrant for your house,” Brass told Phoebe as she bit her lip. He could tell she didn’t want them in but with a warrant waving in your face, you don’t have an option.
“Alright,” she said quietly as she stepped aside to let them in. “But please hurry?”
As they walked in Grissom turned to look at her, brow raised. “Are we keeping you from something?”
She looked up from her watch and nervously glanced around. “Um, yes. I have to pick my son up from school today. He is working on a project.”
“Miss?” Warrick asked as he picked up a picture frame that sat on her desk. “Isn’t this Mark Grimman?”
Phoebe slowly looked over at the picture that Warrick was holding up, and bit her lip. The image showed Phoebe with Mark’s arm’s wrapped around her while they were stranding on the beach.
Grissom then looked at her. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about this.”
“She does,” Brass said as him and two officers walked up to her. “Mark Grimman told us everything.”
“He what?” She asked spinning around, looking at Brass in the face.
“He told us everything; as in your little plan on the store murder. Mark also told us that you are the one who created the gang. Yes, you may have not been at the crime scene but you were behind the scenes.”
“Not true. That’s fake.”
“Just like your son?”
The woman gaped at him. “Excuse me?”
“I did research on your son,” Warrick said stepping into the conversation, “and he doesn’t exist. You don’t have a son. You just made it up trying to eliminate you as a suspect maybe?”
“Think that we wouldn’t believe that a woman with a child would deal with a deadly crime?” Brass asked as the officers pulled out their handcuffs. “You’re wrong and now you’re under arrest for helping a crime.”
Phoebe began to freak as the officers placed the handcuffs on her wrist. “You have no evidence besides that picture!”
Brass shook his head at her. “We’ve got a bunch of evidence we are waiting to share with you in the interrogation room.”
(Alright, sorry if you’re a bit confused but I didn’t mean to! You’re supposed to be confused like Phoebe is right now but after their little ‘talk’ you’ll then understand.)
Disclaimer: same as usual.
yes. I finally updated so here you go. :]
Nick had arrived at the Desert Palms Hospital early in the morning. His condition was poor and he was very weak. When the paramedics arrived they had to be extremely careful when placing him inside the ambulance. One wrong move and it could be Nick’s last breath.
FLASHBACK
It was the twenty-four year old woman that found Nick. She had been jogging when suddenly she saw something in the corner of her eye. Deciding maybe she should catch her breath, the woman stopped and took a closer look at the object. But then it coughed and her eyes widened. It was a human.
“Hello?” She asked into the darkness but no one answered. So, she walked slowly over to the body. “Hello?” She repeated as the image of a man on the ground came into view.
Nick Stokes.
“Oh my god!” She cried as she quickly whipped out her cell phone and dialed 911. “Yes? Hello. We’ve got someone-a man- terribly injured.” Pause. “Is he alive? I think so. Please hurry!” Click.
And with less that five minutes the paramedics came.
END OF FLASHBACK
Greg was the first one to push the Hospital door’s opened, followed by Catherine and Sara. The Lab tech knew how much it meant to him to see Nick. To see that Nick was okay and that Greg wouldn’t live with this for the rest of his life.
“I want to see him.” Greg demanded to the lady at the front desk when they walked in.
She gave him an odd look. “Please take your seat.”
His grip on the desk tightened. “I don’t have time. Please let me see him.”
“Greg,” Catherine said as she put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s sit down. I’m sure they have reasons.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, it made him more anxious. “I want to see him. Let me see Nick!”
The woman rolled her eyes at him. “Do you want a number? Look how many other people are waiting to see someone.”
“You can sit here Greg.” Sara said as she patted an empty seat next to her. It actually wasn’t too long ago she was in here. She was here when Greg was seriously injured with the gun wound and now she was here for Nick.
Greg glared at Sara. She didn’t know how he felt. No one did and that made him mad.
“Nicky wouldn’t want you acting like this.” Catherine whispered into Greg’s ear, “He would want you to wait, and not get yourself worked up over him.”
He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about she had just said. Maybe she was right. “Fine.”
Catherine smiled as she led Greg over towards Sara and they all took their seats. “Just sit tight.”
One minute passed.
“How long has it been?” Greg asked for the 19th time to Sara who groaned.
“One minute Greg.”
“Oh,” he said softly. “Tell me when it’s been five.”
“Got it.”
* * *
“We have a warrant for your house,” Brass told Phoebe as she bit her lip. He could tell she didn’t want them in but with a warrant waving in your face, you don’t have an option.
“Alright,” she said quietly as she stepped aside to let them in. “But please hurry?”
As they walked in Grissom turned to look at her, brow raised. “Are we keeping you from something?”
She looked up from her watch and nervously glanced around. “Um, yes. I have to pick my son up from school today. He is working on a project.”
“Miss?” Warrick asked as he picked up a picture frame that sat on her desk. “Isn’t this Mark Grimman?”
Phoebe slowly looked over at the picture that Warrick was holding up, and bit her lip. The image showed Phoebe with Mark’s arm’s wrapped around her while they were stranding on the beach.
Grissom then looked at her. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about this.”
“She does,” Brass said as him and two officers walked up to her. “Mark Grimman told us everything.”
“He what?” She asked spinning around, looking at Brass in the face.
“He told us everything; as in your little plan on the store murder. Mark also told us that you are the one who created the gang. Yes, you may have not been at the crime scene but you were behind the scenes.”
“Not true. That’s fake.”
“Just like your son?”
The woman gaped at him. “Excuse me?”
“I did research on your son,” Warrick said stepping into the conversation, “and he doesn’t exist. You don’t have a son. You just made it up trying to eliminate you as a suspect maybe?”
“Think that we wouldn’t believe that a woman with a child would deal with a deadly crime?” Brass asked as the officers pulled out their handcuffs. “You’re wrong and now you’re under arrest for helping a crime.”
Phoebe began to freak as the officers placed the handcuffs on her wrist. “You have no evidence besides that picture!”
Brass shook his head at her. “We’ve got a bunch of evidence we are waiting to share with you in the interrogation room.”
(Alright, sorry if you’re a bit confused but I didn’t mean to! You’re supposed to be confused like Phoebe is right now but after their little ‘talk’ you’ll then understand.)
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