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Post by Admin on Jul 13, 2014 2:54:30 GMT
Nick was more than a little ticked when he walked into the house, nodding to the young rookie outside the door, wishing for Brass, but trying, as Sara suggested, to be happy that their friend had been able to rest. He was approaching twenty years on the job, but Brass had nearly double that. It just reminded him that another member of the family was gone. Warrick was dead, Catherine was working with the FBI, Grissom was not even Sara knew where, Sofia had transferred to LA about the time Morgan joined them, Vartann had gone with Catherine, all that was left from the old days was himself, Sara, and Greg. He tried to snap himself out of it, focus on the task at hand. They were shorthanded these days: Russell had gone to Seattle to see his family, Finn was in court in Carson City, all that was left was, again, himself, Sara, Greg, and Morgan.
The young cop continued to watch the perimeter, spotting someone standing outside the tape. "Mr Stokes, are you right by yourself? There's someone here that I want to talk to," he said into the house.
Nick didn't hear him, going downstairs to the cellar. He hated that they had to drive to the middle of nowhere to investigate. He made a mental note to call Sara and either postpone or cancel their date after shift. It would take at least an hour to get back.
The cop didn't wait for an answer, just ran off without noticing the second person.
Nick never saw it coming until the bullet went into his shoulder. He fell down the small stairway to the cellar floor and heard the door above him close as a figure ran out.
The cop returned, out of breath, and noticed the door was ajar. He pulled out his gun and walked through the house, finally just calling out for Nick.
Morgan arrived in time to hear the cop calling for Nick. "What happened?" She asked, leaving her kit in the car, running to the patrol officer.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 15, 2014 2:12:20 GMT
"I can't find him," said the cop, leaving out that he had left the scene.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 16, 2014 6:05:37 GMT
"What the...What do you mean you can't find him? You were in the front door. Unless he slipped out the back and left his vehicle here, he has to be here."
"He isn't answering me."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes or do what Finn and Sara would do and tell him off, but pushed past him into the house. "Nick? Nicky? It's Morgan. Where are you?" She heard a faint bumping under the house. "How do you get under here?"
"There's a door over there..."
"How long have you been working crime scenes?"
"A month."
Morgan followed where he indicated and had to have him lift the trap door.
"Morgan, help..."
"Where's your partner?"
"I don't have one."
She seriously doubted that, but made a mental note as she walked down the stairs, glad there were only a couple of them. She saw Nick in the dark. "Get an ambulance. NOW."
"Morgan, where was he?"
"I don't know, Nick. I'll find out, I promise." She paused. "Do you want me to call Sara?"
"No. She'll worry."
"What are you planning to do, Nicky? Walk into the lab with your arm in a sling and she's not going to wonder what happened?"
"I'll tell her later."
"When?" She paused. "I'll make you a deal. I'll bet you one phone call that you can't get up, without my help, and walk up those stairs, out to the vehicles. If you can, I won't tell her."
"Fine." He stood without help but stumbled immediately.
She stood back, out of his way, waiting for him to give up, glad he wasn't saying that she had trouble of her own walking up and down the stairs.
"Okay, you win," he sighed.
She helped him out to the vehicles and saw it looked worse than what she'd originally thought, or at least he had bled more than she'd originally thought. She managed to get it on her and on the vehicle. "Call Sara. I'll report it in. Our 'friend' has supposedly called 911. I'll stay here and process the scene."
"Fine."
"Sit down before you fall down. Please." She shot him a soft, sisterly smile.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 16, 2014 6:06:11 GMT
"I will."
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Post by Admin on Jul 16, 2014 6:06:43 GMT
"Now call Sara. I'll be right here. If you need me, yell." She walked slightly away to give him privacy, but still remained worried about him, knowing what her year had been because of a bullet wound.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 17, 2014 2:08:05 GMT
Nick pulled his phone out awkwardly and dialled Sara's number, knowing exactly what she was going to say to him.
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Post by Admin on Jul 17, 2014 2:24:24 GMT
"Sidle," Sara said, answering the phone at her own crime scene, Greg nearby.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 17, 2014 23:25:04 GMT
"Hey Sar, it's me."
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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2014 0:47:47 GMT
"Hey, me, what's up?" She smiled and turned away from the others for a moment.
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 18, 2014 5:42:59 GMT
"Morgan is forcing me to tell you something..."
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Post by Admin on Jul 18, 2014 14:31:59 GMT
"Nick." Her voice had lost all its teasing. With Grissom, if Catherine had been forcing him to tell her something, it would have been bad, probably about Lady Heather again, but she knew, in her heart, that this was different. Nick was different. He would never hurt her, make a fool of her, the way Grissom had. That wasn't something Nick would do. Still she stopped pacing and stood still. "What is it?"
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 19, 2014 4:55:00 GMT
"I have a little gunshot wound.."
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Post by Admin on Jul 19, 2014 15:09:10 GMT
The first thing that ran into Sara's mind was that her suspicions had been right about Nick but then the gravity of his words hit her. "Little like graze or little like..." Brass, Warrick, and Morgan all popped in her mind at once. Warrick had died; both Brass and Morgan had come close. "Where are you, Nicky?"
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Post by cal54382 on Jul 20, 2014 0:58:02 GMT
"I'm okay, I promise Sar. Morgan's here with me."
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Post by Admin on Jul 20, 2014 1:10:29 GMT
"Let me...let me talk to her for a minute, okay?"
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