A/N: As always, I am in no way affiliated with CSI, CBS, the characters, or any known portrayal. Kristine Amie and Brad Johansen are, however, two of my own creations.

Flashing Lights and Bad Reunions

Greg sighed softly as he pulled up to the gaggle of cars parked in the street. He groaned softly, feeling that this had the makings of a long night. He was supposed to have the night off, but had been called in because Grissom, Sara, and Catherine were about to break their respective cases, Warrick was working solo already, and Nick was going to need help processing. He dragged his kit out of the car before walking up to the scene. He slipped under the tape and walked up to where Nick and Brass had their backs to him. "What we got?" he asked softly, causing the two of them to turn sharply to him.

"I thought you were supposed to have the day off," Nick drawled in his familiar Texas accent. Greg shrugged. Nick took in the younger man's tired frame and crumpled hair. "Did Grissom wake you up?"

"Yeah. He told me you guys were spread thin and that you'd need my help, so here I am."

"Sorry, man."

"It happens. So, again, what we got?" Brass cleared his throat.

"Domestic violence case," Brass said. "Victim's name is Kristine Johansen, husband's MIA. She was found in the bedroom after an anonymous person called in the fight, and she was just transported to the hospital. Sofia'll meet you there."

"You go," Nick said. "You're more loveable." Greg didn't comment, and Nick grabbed his shoulder gently. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Greg replied. "I just woke up half an hour ago. It takes a little to wake me up." Nick nodded.

"Process the victim, get it into the lab, then go home."

"You need my help."

"And you need the sleep. Go."

"I'll see you at the lab," Greg said, walking to his car. He jumped in and drove off to the hospital. He walked through the main doors and up to the emergency room information desk.

"Can I help you?" a young lady behind the desk asked.

"Yes, hi, my name is Greg Sanders. I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I'm looking for Mrs. Kristine Johansen."

"Okay. She's in exam room 3, and will be released tonight, but I have to warn you, Mr. Sanders. She hasn't responded well to the men that have been in there tonight."

"Yeah, well, I'm not just any man," he said with a casual wink. The young woman giggled softly. He walked down the hall to the room and appeared in the doorway. A physician's assistant looked up briefly as she checked the victim's vitals again. "Excuse me, Mrs. Johansen?" Greg began softly. The victim looks at him. "I'm…"

"Greg Sanders, as I live and breathe," the woman said, shaking her head. Greg looked confused for a moment before realization set in.

"Amie." She smiled slightly, amazed that he still remembered her. Sofia appeared in the doorway as the assistant left the room. "I'm, uh, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Sofia furrowed her brow in confusion. She had seen Greg process victims before, so why was this one so difficult? "We, uh, need to get evidence, Detective Curtis and myself, that is." Sofia offered a small smile as Greg gestured to her.

"I know the drill. I'm an ER doctor." Greg nodded before turning to Sofia.

"Can we talk for a minute?" he asked her softly. Sofia looked confused again.

"Uh, okay," she replied, smiling at Amie. "We'll be right back."

"Okay," Amie said. Greg smiled softly at her before gently grabbing Sofia's arm and pulling her out of the room.

"I need you to collect," Greg said hastily outside the room.

"What?" Sofia asked. "Greg, that's your job."

"I know, but I can't do it. I'll explain later." Sofia shook her head as the reason occurred to her.

"You don't need to. I get it. You know her." Greg nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll do it, but you have to bring it to the lab."

"Done." The two of them walked back into the room. "Sorry about that," Greg said warmly.

"It's okay," Amie replied softly.

"So, Detective Curtis is going to be collecting evidence for me and taking your statement. Don't worry, she's really great."

"It's okay, I trust you." Sofia was the only one who noticed that Greg flinched when Amie said that. She began taking pictures, and Greg kept talking, now a little nervous.

"So, uh, I thought your name was Amie," he states softly.

"Amie's a nickname," she tells him. "Shortened from my middle name, Amarilla."

"Interesting middle name. And Kristine is your first name?"

"Yep." Sofia glanced up at Greg in a 'duh' kind of look. He shot her one of his patented 'just trust me' looks. She shrugged and continued collecting evidence.

"What would you rather we call you?"

"You can call me Amie."

"Okay, Amie. Detective Curtis, the beautiful young lady beside you, and myself are going to be asking you a bunch of questions. Answer them in as much detail as possible, and take as much time as you need, okay?" Amie nodded. Sofia glanced over at Greg, whose eyes asked if she wanted him to start. She nodded, and he picked up her notebook. "Can you tell us what happened tonight, Amie?" She took a deep breath.

"I came home and Brad, my husband, was in the bedroom with another woman. I confronted him, and he got mad. His girl disappeared, and he got even more mad because he didn't get the chance to… well… get off, I guess is the way to say it." Greg nodded, and Sofia watched him carefully. He seemed to get mildly uncomfortable, but only to the trained observer. "He then, uh, threw me down, and I… uh, well… that is… I tried to fight back, but he…" She sniffled, tears beginning to fall down her face. Sofia passed her the box of tissues, and Amie thanked her silently. Sofia turned to Greg again, who was still discreetly uncomfortable, but his discomfort had grown. She gave him a sympathetic smile, which he returned with a pathetic one. Sofia frowned softly before dropping her reactions entirely. She leaned over to Greg.

"Do you have an SAE kit with you?" she whispered. He nodded.

"I always carry one in my kit, 'cuz you never know," he whispered back. Sofia nodded, going into Greg's kit and finding the SAE box. Greg smiled warmly again at Amie, who had calmed down.

"I'm sorry," she said softly to the two professionals.

"It's okay," Sofia said softly. Amie nodded, sighing again before continuing.

"He raped me," she whispered almost inaudibly. Greg nodded, shifting his weight to counteract his hidden internal discomfort. Sofia noticed Greg's reaction, but again didn't say anything. "And then he started hitting me." Her volume returned to normal as she said this. "His little something-or-other came back into the room, saw him hitting me, and ran out again. He ran after her, leaving me alone. I don't know how long I was there before the paramedics showed up. I take it you guys don't have him in custody." Sofia shook her head. Amie nodded, and they watched as panic grew inside her. "He's gonna come after me again."

"It'll be okay," Greg said softly. Amie nodded quickly, feeling guilty about having spilled her fear.

"We'll set you up with protection," Sofia assured her. Amie nodded again. "Do you have any ideas where he could be?"

"No," she replied softly.

"Does he have a car?"

"A blue pickup from the '80s." Sofia nodded as Greg wrote it down.

"Do you have a picture of him?"

"There are a few at the house and I think our wedding photo is in my wallet over there." She gestured at her wallet on the table. Sofia picked it up and handed it to Amie, who opened it and handed over the photo. "Here."

"Thanks." She put it in a bag and looked at it. "I love your dress." Amie smiled softly.

"Yeah, I felt like a queen that day." Sofia nodded.

"Amie, we need to do a sexual assault examination on you, so Greg is going to leave the room." Greg nodded, walking out the door. He stood in the hallway, waiting patiently for Sofia to finish as his thoughts ran rampant in his head. He closed his eyes, trying to will them away, before sinking to the ground. He heard Sofia leave the room and wish Amie well before closing the door and handing the evidence over to Greg. "So, what's going on with you?" Sofia asked him softly.

"Nothing," he replied. "I just don't want to compromise anything." Sofia nodded, trying to analyze Greg's reaction. "Stop trying to analyze me." She smiled softly.

"Nothing gets by you."

"That's why I'm a CSI." She chuckled.

"I was one too, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I was a level one then." She nodded. "Thanks for collecting, Sofia."

"You're welcome. I'm going over to the station. And hey, Greg?"

"Yeah?" he said softly, looking at her.

"Take care of yourself. You look like shit." He chuckled.

"Thanks for your kindness. See ya later, Sofia."

"Later, Greg." They parted ways, and Greg went to the lab. He dropped off the evidence to be processed before walking into the layout room where Nick was standing with Grissom, Catherine, and Sara, who had wrapped up their cases.

"You get the evidence?" Nick asked, looking at the younger man.

"It's in trace and DNA," Greg replied. "Nick, I'm taking myself off the case." The four older CSIs looked at him in confusion.

"Why?" Greg sighed softly.

"I know her."