A/N: I've been rewriting this story over the past week or so, so this is essentially an updated version of the old one, moved categories to reflect the crossover. And part of rewriting this is that I have a couple off-shoots planned from this original story, and I want to keep things on the same page. Having said all that: I don't own CSI, CSI:NY, CBS, or any other known entity. Some original characters do pop up in this story, and anyone who's read the original story will know that. This story takes place mid-season 8 for CSI and mid-season 4 for CSI:NY. I hope you guys enjoy this one like you enjoyed the original. :)

Prologue

He felt it. Something deep inside of him told him there was a big problem, that one of his friends was in trouble. When his cell phone rang, and it was a number he didn't recognize, he had a feeling something was really wrong. "Adam Ross," he said nervously.

"Hey, man," Greg said.

Adam heard the smile in his old friend's voice, and the feelings of there being something wrong went away momentarily. "Get a new phone?"

"Yeah. The last one had an unfortunate accident with a bathtub crime scene."

"Do I want to know how unfortunate?"

"Suffice to say, Nick is getting the next floater."

Adam laughed, piecing together the image. "That's awesome. You couldn't keep the old number?"

"Nah. Department issue phone. Number really doesn't mean anything. Plus, it's their punishment for me killing the old one."

"Man, LVPD sucks."

Mac walked into the locker room, finding Adam sitting on the bench on his phone. He awkwardly smiled at his boss, who gave him a questioning look. "LVPD?" he asked.

Adam shrugged. "One sec," he said into the phone.

"Okay," Greg replied.

Adam covered the phone receiver and turned to Mac. "My buddy Greg is a CSI for Vegas," he explained. "His phone broke, so when they gave him a new one, he got a new number. So I didn't recognize it when he called."

Mac nodded, not really saying anything.

"He's been out in the field for a few years now."

Mac nodded, thinking. "He's the one that got into that accident, right? The one that became a media circus?"

"Yeah," Adam said with a sigh.

"How's he doing?"

"He sounds okay, but he's got a lot going on right now."

Mac arched his eyebrows. "Such as?"

Adam gestured at the phone discreetly. "Can we talk this over later?"

Mac nodded. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Adam," he said, grabbing his coat out of his locker and walking out. Adam attempted to sigh away his nerves before putting the phone back up to his ear.

"Sorry," he said.

On the other end of the line, Greg laughed. "Mac?" he asked.

"How'd you…?"

"You're still nervous."

Adam shook his head, chuckling. "Sorry. I just, thought he was gonna get on my case about being on the phone and everything."

"It's the end of the day, right? I mean, you're in the locker room?"

"Yeah."

"So, why would he get on you about that? He's not that mean."

"You've never met him."

"That's a lie. I went to visit you out there a couple years ago and met him then."

Adam thought about that for a minute before nodding to himself. "Yeah, true. So, what's up?"

"Not much. I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading out there soon."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen you in a few years. Miss you, man."

Adam frowned slightly. "Yeah, I know, me too. You haven't called in a little while. How're you doing?"

"Man, it's been rough."

Adam sighed, leaning against his locker. "So I've noticed."

Greg sighed slightly. "Yeah," he said. "I'll talk to you about this a little more when I get out there. Right now, I gotta get going so I can head into work."

Adam looked at his watch. "Dude, it's only 5 where you live," he observed.

"Yeah, but we're tapped now that Sara's gone. Grissom needs us to come in early."

Adam scoffed lightly. "And he'll let you fly cross-country for vacation?"

"Conference. Pre-approved vacation."

Adam nodded, even though Greg couldn't see it. "Fair enough," he said. "When is that?"

"Next week," Greg replied.

"Got a place to crash?"

"Actually, I do. My dad still owns that loft."

"That's good. Let me know when you get here, though. We'll get a drink together or something."

"That'd be awesome, man. Take it easy. I'll see you soon."

"Take care, Greg." The two hung up, and Adam remained leaning against his locker. He felt that same sick feeling creep back into his gut as Danny came in.

"Hey, man, you alright?" he asked.

Adam shook his head.

"What's up?"

"Greg's coming out here," he said.

Danny furrowed his brow. "Your college friend?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Why's that a bad thing, man?"

"I don't know. I just have a bad feeling about it."

Danny shrugged. "It'll be fine, man. Your friend's gotta be a good man if he hangs around with you. You're a good judge of character."

Adam smiled. "Thanks. Are, uh…"

"No, smartass. I'm just bein' nice."

Danny playfully shoved him over as Adam chuckled.

"Okay, good," the younger man said, standing up and grabbing his coat. "I'm gonna take off. Have a good one, Danny."

"You too, buddy. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya."

Adam left, shaking his head. Try as he might, he couldn't help be worried about Greg returning to New York. In fact, every time Greg said he was coming back, something inside Adam clicked, and not in a good way. Greg had left a lot of shadows when he went to Las Vegas ten years ago.

One of these days, those shadows would catch up with him and until they did, Adam would always worry about Greg coming to visit.