Grissom was locked in a bathroom stall trying to work the spatial transducer Adem had given him to get back to the murder scene. Between the road he had to walk to get from the docks where he first 'landed' to Mick's clinic, and the long walk he had to take to find a place with a men's room (he didn't want to teleport in the middle of the street... an old lady in the docks almost had a hear attack when she saw him materialize, and he didn't want any dead grannies in his conscience), this little side mission had taken a lot more time than it apparently should have.
"Ten minutes, he says..." Grissom said to himself under his breath, frantically pushing buttons in the transducer. Adem had explained him how to work the machine, but he was so upset he wasn't thinking clearly. "You'll be right back, he says..."
The ring of Grissom's cellphone interrupted his monologue. He moved his hand towards the side of his head, and when it got there the cellphone was pressed to his ear. He answered it with a loud "WHAT?".
"What...? Hey, Foxe..." Grissom raised an eyebrow, confused. Then his expression changed suddenly to a more alarmed one. "Bri?! My Bri?! Ok, where? I'm there, mate! Thanks!"
Grissom quickly closed his cellphone, teleported it back to his pocket, and returned his attention to the transducer, that he worked in but a few seconds. His vision faded out...
...and faded in on top of a building. He looked around. The place was very spacious and completely empty. No sign of Bri, or whoever was attacking him like Tommy just said.
Suddenly Griss' cellphone started ringing again...
