Author's Note: This is an extremely short oneshot, probably the shortest I've ever written. The idea came to me pretty abruptly and it wouldn't let me rest till I had written it. Dang plot bunnies.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned.

Summary: Greg comes upon a decision, and, of course, there is an easy way out and a hard way. Which course of action does he take… and why is he thinking of murder? Greg's POV. Oneshot.

Murder on the Mind

I couldn't do it. I couldn't become a murderer. There was this life… this delicate, precious thing being held in my hand and I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't become a monster, a horrific beast that killed without thinking, without glancing back. Not even a moment of hesitation as you blew out the candle of life. The last beat of the victim's heart, the last breath they would ever take. The last.

How could those people do that… kill without even sparing another thought to their irreversible actions? A life had just been snuffed out, and you were the culprit. Any thoughts on the subject? None?

Silence.

Where did man ever get the notion that they had the power to hold life or death in their palm? The right to play God. The power to end a life. The lust for blood. No matter, all that I knew was that I couldn't do it.

I slowly lowered the rolled up newspaper in my hand, pulling it away from the large beetle sluggishly crawling across my counter. Instead, I grabbed a piece of paper and coaxed the bug onto it, sliding the paper underneath its short, black legs.

I opened the front door, putting the paper onto the concrete steps. The beetle scuttled across it. Freedom.

I smiled as I shut my storm door, thinking of my supervisor and his bug fascination.

Grissom would be proud.