October 28, 1996

"Worst movie ever."

"How can you say that? It's a classic!"

"Then the majority of today's population are idiots."

A brown haired boy shook his head, glancing at his friend. "Halloween is one of the best movies ever made."

A young woman rolled her eyes, "C'mon, Greg, it is physically impossible for a man to get shot SIX TIMES and still live!"

"Exactly!" Greg said, exasperated. "He's not human! He's an evil entity!"

"Whatever," the woman sighed, looking at her watch. "Shit! It's 1am, I gotta go." She got up off the couch, grabbing her purse and jacket.

"Kat, why don't you stay here for the night? I'll sleep on the couch, and you can take my bed." Greg followed her to the door.

"And leave my poor Cleo to starve? Not happening." Kat said, shrugging on her jacket.

"Your cat won't die overnight," Greg said, leaning against the door.

Kat sighed, "Maybe another time. I'll call you when I can tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok," Greg relented, opening the door and giving Kat a quick hug. "Be safe, Kit-Kat. And don't talk to strangers."

Kat laughed, "I'll be fine, Skittles. Later!"

Greg watched her walk down the hallway before closing the door. He strolled over to the window, leaning against it. He watched as Kat walked out of the building, pausing to look up and wave to him. He waved back, and continued to watch at she walked down the street and out of sight.

Present Day

"Man, you reek!" Nick said, plugging his nose.

"Well, Stokes, that's usually the end result of dumpster diving." Greg scoffed, pushing past his friend to get to the showers. "I don't even want to know what gooey substance seeped into my shoes."

Nick laughed, checking to see if they were alone in the locker room. "Need any help cleaning up?" He asked in a low voice, looking at Greg with a predatory gaze.

Greg chuckled, "I thought we agreed to not do anything to each other, after the last incident."

"Its not my fault your irresistible, even after dumpster diving." This time, Greg let out a laugh.

"Didn't you just comment on how smelly I am?" Nick gave his 100-watt smile, sauntering over to his boyfriend.

"Someone once said that a real man wouldn't mind."

"And are you a real man, Stokes?"

"Absolutely," Nick whispered, leaning in to capture Greg's lips. Both moaned at the contact, and Nick pulled away slightly. "That offer to help out is still on the table."

Greg smiled, "Maybe another time, babe. I gotta get cleaned up and check on some evidence I gave to Hodges."

"But you're working a double!" Nick whined. "And tomorrow you'll be leaving work right when I get back on! I haven't touched you in days."

Greg raised an eyebrow, "It's been less than 48 hours since you touched me, Nicky. That's just one day."

"Fine, be all technical," Nick rolled his eyes. "Guess I'll see ya when I see ya?"

"Yeah. Go home and get some rest, I'll call you on my next break." Greg softly kissed his boyfriend on the lips. "Love you."

"Love you too," Nick smiled, grabbing his bag and leaving the locker room. As soon as the door closed, Greg let out a groan, looking down at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Damn you, Nicky," he said half-heartedly, before turning back to the direction of the showers.

Hair still damp from his shower, Greg let himself into the A/V lab where Archie and Warrick were going over some security footage. "So, whatcha got?" he asked, standing behind the two.

"Not much," Archie said, not turning around. "The picture's kinda grainy, and almost everyone has their face down, except this person. I'm gonna try to zoom in." He pressed a few buttons, and the person's blurry face was enlarged. "Now to clean it up," he muttered, and the picture became a little more clear.

Greg's heart froze as he stared at the screen. "Impossible," he whispered, his eyes going wide. Warrick turned in his chair, his face contorted with confusion as he looked at his friend.

"What's up, Sanders? Do you know-" he started, but Greg was out the door before he could finish his question. As soon as he was in the hallway, Greg pulled out his phone and dialed a number he should have forgotten a long time ago. After a few rings, the person on the other line picked up.

"Hi, it's Greg. Greg Sanders." He paused, "We have a problem."