Hello guys! It's taken me a while, but I have a new story ready. I hope you enjoy it. If you got the time, let me know what you think! Thanks and Big Love,
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"Hey Greg, have you seen this yet?" Nick waved at his friend at a crime scene in North Vegas.
Greg looked at one of the two victims' shoes. "Yellow paint. Hasn't dried yet." He briefly looked around. "I don't see any place he could've stepped in it..."
As Greg stopped talking while staring into the crowd of people standing around the police tape, Nick tapped his friend's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just... this guy in the black jacket. He keeps looking at us, kinda creeps me out..."
Nick raised his eyebrows. "Everybody's staring at us, Greg. It's nothing new, they always do that when they get the chance. Why is this guy different?"
He shrugged, looking at Nick. "I don't know, I just... He's creepy, don't you think?" When he turned back towards the crowd, the man in the black jacket was gone.
Three days later, Nick and Greg were called to another murder scene. A young man was found dead in front of a gas station, he had been chased down a few blocks before his murderer caught up with him and stabbed him. Working a scene like that meant processing the whole area the victim and murderer passed. After processing the first two blocks, Greg noticed some blood drops leading away from the scene.
As the clock hit 3 a.m., Greg was scraping what appeared to be a bloody strand of hair from a brick wall that matched the hair color and head wound of the victim. As he was packing away the little plastic bag of evidence into his kit, he noticed someone approach him. Believing this person to be Nick, he got up, meaning to point his flashlight in his direction. "I think I found some..."
He got interrupted by the approaching person slapping the flashlight out of his hand and pushing him against the wall. Greg was trying to fight back, but his attacker had a tight grip around him, immobilizing his arms. Still, he managed to make both fall to the ground, the attacker loosening his grip shortly. Breaking free for a moment, he tried to run away, but the attacker grabbed at him, gaining control over the situation again. Putting his hand on Greg's cheek, he smashed the CSIs head against the wall he had just recovered the bloody strand of hair from. Grabbing Greg's hair now, he smashed his head against the wall again.
Greg went down, defensively covering his head with his arms. Silence followed – but he could feel his attacker hadn't left just yet.
"Turn around," the man demanded. "And put your arms down. I wanna see the injury." Greg didn't react right away, so the man kicked his legs. "Come on now, don't make me do it for you."
Greg finally turned around and put his shaking arms down, but he couldn't get a good look at the man. His vision was blurry from the hits on the head and it was too dark, the street lights were out as it was typical for this area.
The next two minutes felt like an eternity for Greg. He had to lay there on the ground, bleeding and hurting, as this man was standing and staring.
After these two minutes, both men could hear steps approaching them. "Hey Greg, I think I know where this guy came from and..." Nick stopped talking as he noticed Greg's flashlight on the floor. "...Greg?" He walked on slowly, drawing his gun. As he saw something move, he quickly pointed his gun and flashlight in the direction. "Hey!" He yelled as he saw the attacker running away. He ran after him, but stumbled over Greg's kit and fell down. He quickly propped himself up again but realized it was too late, the stranger was already gone, running insanely fast. "...Greg?" Nick pointed his flashlight around anxiously, scared that the stranger might've hurt his friend.
"...I'm here... I'm... I'm alright," Greg whispered as he propped himself up, too.
After talking to Brass and Russell about this, they figured it was either a random attack aimed at the police or – their preferred theory – the murderer they were investigating that night trying to keep Greg from getting the evidence they needed to solve the case. Either way, they all were glad Greg survived the attack without any serious injuries. Except from a few scratches, bruises and a laceration on the head, he was fine. Physically, at least.
When Russell came into the lab a week after the attack, Greg was already sitting in the supervisor's office, nervously tapping his foot.
"Greg, you're here early." He looked at his watch. "Your shift doesn't start until midnight."
"I-I know," he replied nervously.
Russell walked in and sat down opposite the young CSI. "Are you alright? Do you need some time off? I offered you to take the whole week off, you literally made me agree to three days only."
Greg shook his head. "That's not it."
Russell frowned. "So what is it?"
Greg tapped his fingers nervously on the armrest before hopping off his seat to close the office door. "I messed up a little."
"Yeah?" Russell put his glasses down quite confused. "...Don't you want to sit back down again?"
Greg hesitated for a moment. "...Sure..." He sat down again, but this only caused his nervousness to show even more as he was fidgeting in his seat.
"...Is this about the attack?" Russell asked, hoping to help Greg talk about whatever was bothering him.
"Yeah... I think I left some parts out. ...Like, important parts."
Russell raised both his eyebrows quite shocked. "...Why?"
"I-I... well, first I tried to tell myself it didn't happen like it did. That I remembered wrong. Then, I was too... I just couldn't say it, I couldn't talk about it. Then I tried to write it down, but I think that's actually worse than just saying it, but now that I'm here I'm not so sure anymore..." He looked at his supervisor helpless and scared.
"Greg, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."
Greg was overwhelmed with anxiousness, so he got off his seat again. He turned around, too ashamed to face Russell as he uttered the words he kept hidden for a week. "...I think he masturbated."
"...Sorry?"
"T-The guy masturbated, right before Nick showed up."
The supervisor was surprised by this revelation. "You said it was too dark to see anything in that alley."
He turned back around to look at Russell. "It was. I-I didn't... see anything, alright? He told me to show him my injury, I think he... I just... I think I heard... God, this is embarrassing."
Russell couldn't help but smile. "It's not. But it sure changes the perspective to look at this case. I really wish you would've come forward right away." He sighed. "But I understand why you couldn't. Are you gonna be okay with this?"
Greg nodded. "Wasn't the greatest moment in my life but... not the worst, either," he joked. "But could we keep this between us two and Brass? I don't need the whole lab to know about this."
