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The New Jersey Connection	By : Brassfan24 Category: CSI > General Views: 1657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
/Newark, New Jersey/
Jim walked over to the window and opened it as he heard yelling coming from outside the door. It was Peter. "Hey, the fucking house is on fire! Everyone out!" he said as he booted Jim and Catherine's door in.
Jim spun around as Peter, Andrea and Nick came running into the room. "Shut the door!" Jim yelled.
Nick slammed the door shut as Peter started to flip out even more. "I knew they'd find us! I fucking knew it! We're not gonna be safe anywhere!"
Jim walked over to Peter and dragged him to the window. "We don't have time for this Pete! Get your ass out on the roof!"
Everyone climbed out onto the roof. Once they were out of the house they climbed down onto the tank, that was on the side of the house and made it safely to the ground.
"I knew it! I knew it! They found us. They fucking found us! We're dead, we're so fucking dead." Peter yelled pacing around the group, in front of the burning house. "They're after us, to kill us. More now than before. I mean, all the time I've been around, they never burnt a house. Never... So they want our blood. Tony is pissed, along with Paulie, Sil and Nicole. I don't know about Chrissy or Ralphie. We are so dead meat. I don't want Uncle Junior after us, let alone Bobby Bacala..."
"Hey, Pessimistic Pete? Calm the fuck down!" Andrea yelled at him, using a name that they've called him since childhood.
Jim started to laugh. "I haven't heard that in years."
"Don't fucking start calling me that. You don't know these people. And the worst part of it is, is that the one I shot is the only female on the team. And that's for a reason. She is one of their best! Get her together with Paulie, and Chrissy. We're fucked! You hear me! We're fucked!!" Peter yelled.
"What the hell has gotten into him? I mean, if we just leave now, they are going to think we're dead." Nick pointed out.
Jim thought for a second. "Nick has a point. If we leave now, they're most likely to think we burnt in the house fire. And than when all of us get back to Vegas, we can go about our lives. Andy, Pess... Pete, your both coming. We're not leaving you here."
"Well, considering I don't have a house anymore, I don't have much choice do I?" Andrea said as they heard sirens.
"Let's get the hell out of here before they get here." Catherine said.
"That would be a good idea but I can't exactly walk down the streets of Newark in just my boxers." Jim pointed out.
Just then Andrea got an idea. "Hey, I have some of Dad's old clothes out there in the shed. They'll probably fit you."
Jim walked behind the house and went into the shed. He came back ten minutes later wearing a pair of old trousers and a flannel shirt. "Alright, let's get the hell out of here." he said.
Nick started to laugh as they walked down the back alley. "I don't know man. I mean you look like you just walked out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie." he said regarding Jim's clothing.
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They were still walking and trying to figure out what they were going to do. Just then Nick spoke up. "Hey, wait, Catherine's truck is still in the parking garage of that hotel. If we can get back there then that will at least give us some wheels."
"Are you sure that is such a good idea. I mean if the crew thinks that we're not dead than they might be watching the hotel still." Peter pointed out.
"Pete obviously they found out we were staying at my house. Otherwise, why torch it?" Andrea asked.
"Unless it was to just send a message. Maybe going back to the hotel is not such a good idea." Catherine said.
"No, no, no. These guys want us dead. Don't you get it?" Peter asked, worried.
Jim looked at Peter. "Okay, then why would they be watching the hotel if they think we burned to death in the house?" he asked.
"Cause I'm sure one of them thought that if we got out of the house that we would go to the hotel to get Catherine's truck. These guys are not stupid!" Peter said freaking out. "I know these guys. I know some of how they think. If Tony or any one of those guys wants us dead, which they do; than we are as good as dead."
"Why the fuck did you ever get caught up with these guys in the first place?" Andrea asked.
Peter shook his head. "I don't fucking know. But believe me, I'm regretting that now."
"Yeah, I bet you are." Nick said sarcastically.
"Look, I'm sorry okay! But now I can't exactly go back and fix it. All I can tell you is that we are fucked, and fucked big time!" Peter said, on the verge of tears.
Jim placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Okay, we have to get out of the city. I'd say our best bet is to take the train into New York..."
"Uh, Jim?" Catherine interrupted. "How are we supposed to do that if all our money and credit cards burned up in the house?"
"Shit! We are so fucking screwed!" Peter said.
Nick thought for a second. "Wait, we could always call Griss and see what he can do."
Catherine looked at Nick. "Do you have A.D.D. Nicky? We have no money."
"We could use a pay phone and call collect." Andrea pointed out.
Nick rolled his eyes. "That's what I meant."
They walked another two and a half blocks until they found a pay phone. Jim dialed the operator to make the collect call. When he heard Grissom pick up his cell phone he started to plead. "Come Gil, just accept the charges. Come on."
"Grissom." Gil answered.
"Gil, thanks for accepting the charges." Jim answered.
"Jim? What's going on? Why did you call collect?" Gil asked worry apparent in his voice.
Jim thought for a second. "Look uh... we ran in to some kinda of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I'd rather not get into that right now. But I need you to go to my house and grab the money from my safe and wire it to me here in New..." Jim started to say but stopped himself as the idea hit him. "Never mind Gil, that won't work. I'll need I.D. to get it out of the bank. Which I don't exactly have at the moment."
"Why don't you have your I.D. Jim? Do you need me to come up there?"
"You know, Gil, I think you should. It's the only way we're gonna get out of here." Jim said.
Gil sighed. "Just what have you gotten into?"
"Some very bad shit, Gil. I still need you to get the cash from my safe and then fly out here. We're gonna need it to get home."
At that Gil stood up from his chair. "Okay, I'll go get the money and fly out there. I'll call... you don't have your cell phone either I take it."
"If we did, would we be calling collect?" Jim asked. "Okay, listen, we'll figure out where to meet you and call you back."
Catherine thought. "The hotel. I mean we can get into the parkade through the back. Or have Gil meet us near by."
Jim nodded and told Grissom the information. Grissom was gonna catch a flight and meet them at the back of the hotel. After Jim hung up, they all carefully made their way back to the hotel. They decided they would have to hide in the back until Grissom arrived.
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As they were making their way to the hotel Peter stopped them. "Hey, I just got an idea."
"That's a first." Andrea stated.
Peter glared at his sister and then continued. "As I was saying, we could go to my place while were waiting. And stock up on weapons in the process."
"That's good idea." Nick agreed.
"It is. It gives us a safe house for awhile. And they won't think we're there." Catherine said.
"Not if they still think we're dead." Jim added and sighed. "Okay, let's go."
Peter lead the way and an hour later they made it to his house. Then he realized that he didn't have his keys. "This is just great." Peter said. "What else can possibly go wrong?"
"What's going on?" Andrea asked.
"I don't have my keys."
"Great. How the hell are we gonna get inside? I mean, we're like sitting ducks out here." Nick said.
"Hold on. Jimmy, give me a hand." Peter said and walked around to the back of the house. "The lock on this basement window is broke. Help me inside, then I'll go through and let you guys in."
Jim held the window open for Peter as he slipped inside and dropped onto the floor. Then Jim shut the window and went back to the front of the house as Peter was opening the front door.
Everyone went inside. Jim sat down on the couch, along with Catherine, who sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Nick and Andrea sat down on the loveseat and Peter made himself comfortable in his recliner.
"At least now we can relax for awhile." Catherine said.
"How long do you think the flight will be?" Nick asked.
"Long enough to really get Pessimistic Pete worried more." Andrea stated.
"Will you stop calling me that!" Peter yelled.
"I figure we got at least another six or seven hours, Nicky." Jim said.
Andrea got up from the couch and made her way into the kitchen. "Hey, Pete, you got any food?"
"Check the fridge or the cupboards. That's usually where I keep it." Peter replied sarcastically.
Catherine shook her head. "You know, I am getting one hell of a headache over this."
"I know how you feel." Jim said sympathetically and wrapped his arm around Catherine's shoulder.
Everyone relaxed and Jim and Catherine passed the time by taking a nap on the couch. When they woke up it was time to leave to meet Grissom at the hotel.
Peter gave everyone a gun from his collection and they all left house hoping that this would all soon be over.
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Tony looked at Paulie, Christopher and Nicole when they walked in after getting cleaned up. "Done?"
Nicole nodded. "Yep, five crispy fucking cocksuckers."
Sil looked at them, "Sure? You didn't see them get out?"
Paulie looked at Sil. "Yes, they're dead."
"Maybe you guys should check the hotel first. These guys seem down right fucking sneaky." Sil stated.
"Look, we got them. What's the fucking point in checking the hotel?" Christopher asked.
Tony looked at Sil. Frowning in thought he finally spoke. "Just to cover our fucking asses after enough fuck ups. Paulie, Nicole, go watch that fucking hotel."
"On it, Tony." Nicole said as she started on her way with Paulie to the hotel.
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Grissom arrived at the airport and caught a cab immediately. Once he was in the back he gave the driver the name of the hotel and they were on their way.
A half hour later Grissom arrived at the hotel and paid the cab driver. He got out of the cab and looked around. He noticed a walkway leading to the back of the hotel and made his way down it.
Once he reached the back of the hotel he heard a voice. "Psst. Gil, we're over here." Jim said waving to him.
Grissom walked over and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the condition of his friends. "Okay, what exactly happened to you guys?"
"Lot's of shit. But listen we need to get the hell out of here. We'll meet you a block from here," Jim said pointing. "The truck is down in the parkade. Now granted the keys are in it, cause we needed to get up to the hotel room A.S.A.P. So go down there and meet us."
Grissom sighed. "All right, I'll meet you in ten." he said and walked off toward the parkade.
The rest of the group was about to walk off to meet Grissom down the block when Catherine stopped them. "Wait, I think we should make sure Gil makes it out okay."
"All right." Jim said as they started to sneak around the building.
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Nicole sat in the passenger seat and sighed. "You know, if I see these pricks, I am offically going to fucking believe that they are immortal."
"They're dead, okay?" Paulie said as he turned on the radio.
She shook her head. "Are you sure? After all we've been through? After all we tried?"
"You fucking saw that house. Do you honestly think they made it out?"
She looked at him. "I just don't know." She said as she placed her hand over the stitches. "Sil believes they could be alive, and Tony is suspisous about it now."
Paulie looked at her. "They can think what they want. You and me both saw that damn house. They're not alive."
"Maybe your right, but maybe Sil's right. I just don't want to fucking sit here all night." She said more paying attention to the soreness and tenderness of her bullet wound.
Paulie scowled. "Are you sure your okay?"
Nicole pulled her attention away and looked at Paulie. "Yeah, sure... it's just still sore after what Ralphie did..."
"He's lucky he's a made guy. Cause if he wasn't I'd cut off his balls and shove them down his throat."
Before Nicole could reply she noticed movment in the parkade. "Paulie pull up closer to the entrance, I seen movment."
Paulie pulled up closer and noticed movement as well. "Hey isn't that, that twats truck? From the Barrens?"
"No shit, and who's that getting in?" Nicole asked.
"Let's find out." Paulie said as he pulled up to the entrance.
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Grissom got behind the wheel and started the truck. He couldn't believe the mess that Jim, Catherine and Nick had gotten into but they were his friends and he was going to help them anyway he could.
As he started to pull out of the parkade he noticed that a truck had blocked the entrance. "What the hell?" he asked himself.
As this was happening, Jim, Catherine, Nick, Andrea and Peter were watching from the side of the building. "Holy shit! It's Paulie and Nicole." Peter said.
"What the hell are we going to do? Why the hell are they here?" Nick asked.
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Nicole and Paulie got out of the truck. Nicole walked up to the driver's window and opened the door with her right hand and pulled Gil out with her left. "Okay, you got some explaining to do." Nicole said as she pushed Gil up against the back doors.
Grissom put his hands up and looked at Paulie and Nicole. "Who are you?"
"What the fuck are you doing with this truck?" Paulie asked as he pulled his gun out and pointed it at Grissom.
"Oh shit, we gotta do something." Jim said as they watched what ws happening.
"It's my truck." Gil answered.
Nicole rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. Now answer his fucking question honestly."
"I'm telling you, this is my truck." Grissom said again.
"You lying prick." Paulie said and put the gun in Grissom's face. "I saw this truck at the Barrens. This is that fucking twat's truck."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I parked my truck here last week. I had business in the area. Maybe someone used without me knowing."
"Come on, we gotta help him." Nick said.
"I'm fucking tired of your bullshit." Nicole said and hit him in the jaw with the butt end of her gun. "Now fucking tell the truth or your really going to be sorry. Now where the fuck are they? Are they fucking still alive?" She asked placing her foot on Gil's chest.
"That's it." Jim said and started toward them. "Let him go! He's has nothing to do with this!"
Paulie and Nicole spun around at the sound of Jim's voice. "What the fuck?!"
"Aw for fucking crying out loud!" Nicole said moving her foot to Gil's throat. "Die for fucking sakes!"
Paulie pointed his gun at Jim as the rest of the group came around the corner. Before he had a chance to fire, Nick shot Paulie in the chest. As Paulie went down, Nicole removed her foot from Grissom's throat and spun around. Before she had chance to fire, Grissom grabbed her from behind. She got a hold of Grissom's arm and spun him around in front of her, firing in the process. The bullet went through Grissom's shoulder and he fell to the ground.
Nicole without even thinking of the rest ran to Paulie. "Hey, hey." Nicole said pulling out her cell phone. "Hang in there, hon." Worried out of her mind she called 911.
As Nicole was attending to Paulie, Jim and the rest of the group ran to Grissom. "Hold on, Gil, you're gonna be okay." Jim said as Catherine knelt down beside them. "Let's get him in the truck."
Catherine and Nick helped Jim put Grissom in the back of the truck. Andrea climbed into the back and put pressure on Grissom's wound. "Is there a first aid kit in here?" Andrea asked.
"My field kit is in the back there. It should have everything you need." Catherine said as Jim climbed behind the wheel.
Peter climbed into the passengers seat and looked out the windshield. "Uh, Jimmy, we're still blocked."
"I'll take care of that." Jim said as he started the engine.
Meanwhile outside, Nicole was still trying to get Paulie to stay conscious. "Come on, baby, stay with me. The ambulance is on the way. Just hang on until they here."
Jim put the truck into drive and started to ram the SUV that was blocking them. Once he managed to get it out of the way, he took off down the street and passed the ambulance as he went.
The ambulance pulled up in front of the hotel and the paramedics quickly attended to Paulie. They got him stabalized and into the back of the bus. Nicole hopped into the ack with him and held his hand the entire way.
Back in Catherine's truck Andrea was still working on Grissom. I got the bleeding slowed down but we need to get him to the hospital. I can treat him better there."
Catherine placed her hand on Jim's shoulder. "We have to risk it. Gil, risked his life to help us, now we have to help him."
Jim nodded and made his way to the Beth Israel Medical Center.
TBC...
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