A/N: I don't own CSI, CSI:NY, or any other known entity. This story falls in the realm of the "Secrets" series of mine, but can be read separately from those stories. This came from the fact that I wanted to write reactions to a multitude of episodes from the perspectives of Greg and Adam as friends, and rather than have a bunch of one-shots, I decided to make a bunch of chapters in one story. Majority of snippets will involve phone calls and texts between the two, and the featured episode will be named at the end of the chapter (because I'm hoping there are enough clues throughout that you can guess what the episode is before I name it). I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and please review. :)

Chapter 1: "What is Reverse Forensics?"

The ringing phone was only a slight annoyance, as Adam was just starting to fall asleep. Though, he had been getting these odd-timed phone calls for years. Sighing, he sat up in bed and answered the phone with, "Yes, Greg?"

Greg scoffed slightly on the other end of the line. "How'd you know it was me?" he asked.

"Because no one else calls me at midnight. Except maybe Mac. But that's not very often. And he calls the apartment first, not my cell phone."

"Fair enough."

Adam backed up against the pillows, scratching his beard slightly. "So, what's up?"

"Reverse Forensics."

Adam furrowed his brow. "What is Reverse Forensics?"

"Staging a crime scene to lure out a killer who'd gone underground."

"That works?"

He heard Greg snort through the phone. "Not really well. Although, from what I heard, it was supposed to work differently."

Adam furrowed his brow. "I'm not following."

"Neither did I. Basically, Keppler and Catherine faked a crime scene, had Warrick process it, and the rest of us got suspicious about this whole investigation."

"So, while Grissom's away, Catherine's playing head games?"

"Something like that," Greg replied. "Only, someone along the line wasn't properly notified, so the whole case became compromised."

"Good thing Grissom isn't there. He'd be pissed."

"Yeah," Greg breathed. "Though, I guess if everything works out along the line, it can work."

"It sounds like a tricky game, though," Adam surmised. "I mean, if you screw it up, you blow everything."

"Pretty much."

"And how can you tell what evidence you created versus what evidence was really left at the scene? And how, exactly, does this lure someone out?"

"You arrest someone else for the crime," Greg said. "That makes your original suspect think he's in the clear, and he comes out."

"Did he come out?" Adam asked.

"Yeah. We ended up catching him another way, though. Because we couldn't used the original scene evidence because of the fake scene, because the DA didn't know what was real or fake."

"I'm with her on this one."

Adam heard Greg sigh slightly. "Yeah, me too. I don't know why Catherine agreed to it in the first place."

Adam shrugged. "Maybe she has a thing for the new guy."

"Maybe." Greg exhaled slowly while Adam awaited the next outburst. It proved to not be a long wait, as Greg continued with, "he just pisses me off. I mean, he's a nice guy, but reverse forensics? Come on. It didn't work one other time he did it. Why would he try it again?"

"Because it worked once?" Adam suggested.

"Maybe," Greg conceded. "But the reason it didn't work, I heard, was because of smart cops. Which then begs the question of how dumb does he think we are? Did he not think we'd realize that something wasn't right?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Greg."

Adam listened to Greg take a deep breath. "I didn't expect you to."

"Now who's undermining?"

Greg chuckled softly, affording Adam a slight smile. "Sorry. I just know you well."

Adam shrugged again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Which is how I know you've shrugged at least twice during this conversation."

Adam snorted softly. "You're strange," he said.

"This coming from the guy who dated a Suicide Girl," Greg countered.

Adam smirked. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"They always do, don't they?"

"And hey, she was very good looking."

"She wasn't bad," Greg agreed.

Adam scoffed. "You're only saying that because you were dating her sister," he said.

"Who wasn't a Suicide Girl, thank you."

"You don't know what you missed out on."

"Oh, I learned well enough from your excursion."

Adam chuckled softly. "Yeah, I guess you did."

Greg's laugh faded out to a sigh, and Adam could practically see him rubbing his forehead.

"So, is tonight your night off?" Adam asked.

"Yeah," Greg replied. "Fortunately. Though, I'm back up call, so if they get in over their heads…"

Adam nodded to himself.

"You have work in the morning, don't you?" Greg deduced.

"And I'm meeting Danny for breakfast at 6," Adam added.

"I'll let you go, then, so you can get a couple of hours at least."

"Thanks."

"We'll talk later, yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe this weekend."

"Alright. Have a good night, Adam."

"You too, Greg." The two hung up after that, and Adam settled back down, trying to fall asleep. Yet, the only thing he could think of was: how, exactly, did reverse forensics work?

A/N: Episode: Redrum (CSI)