It was just one of the normal end of the days at the crime lab and Greg, Sara and Morgan were working on the same case, the death of a little girl.
Nick walked in and opened his mouth, waited for a second and closed it.
"You're acting like a fish." Greg grinned and Nick glanced at him a little bit annoyed, but smiled.
"God is playing Sims with me, I don't know what I was going to do here, I think he canceled my action." Morgan giggled and Greg felt his heart began to beat much faster, she drove him crazy, really...
He sighed and looked at his work again. He flirted with her and she just didn't want him. She ignored his flirting and he gave up, but deep inside him he still loved her.
"Well, I'll go home, do you wanna have a lift, Greggo?"
"Sure." Greg said. "I clean up a bit and then I'll come."
"Hey Nick," Morgan asked, "can I please drive with you, too? Otherwise I have to walk or call a taxi."
"Of course. Your boyfriend will wait for you."
Greg immediately turned red in his face and act like he did not hear it while Morgan blushed also, but glanced at Nick.
"Why are you so annoying? Jealous because Greg and I are friends?"
Greg blushed again and glanced at Sara who was grinning because she saw that he blushed.
"Shut up you." Greg said at her. He knew they were just teasing so with a little grin he took his stuff and put out the computer.
Nick walked away, grinning, and Morgan sighed.
"They just don't know anything else to joke about." she said at Greg and he nodded smiling. They both took their stuff and said bye to Sara. A few minutes later they were sitting next to each other in Nicks car while Nick was driving.
They talked about a lot and first Nick stopped at Morgans house and a few minutes later at Greg's.
"Well, thank you very much for bringing me home Nick."
"It's alright G. Bye Greggo, I'll see you tomorrow."
"See ya Nick!" Greg said and walked into his house. He put down his stuff in the room and put on the lights. Nick, Morgan and he had done overtime a few days ago, from 8 PM to 5 PM so today they were done earlier. It was near half past seven and he was tired. Fully clothed he jumped on his bed and before he could do anything he slept.

Suddenly he woke up. What was that? Why did he woke up? When he glanced at the clock he saw it was half past nine, so he didn't slept that long. He heard noises from outside and he smelt something like... He knew that smell but he didn't know what it was. He jumped out of is bed and took a look outside. He felt that there was something wrong. What? On this side of his house there was nothing but he ran to his living room and then he saw outside the window what was totally wrong and why he knew that smell. Fire. There was fire in the house of the neighbors! He felt panic rising deep inside him. Without thinking he pulled the door open and ran outside.
He saw a few people standing before the house. He searched for his neighbors.
"Mister, are you okay?" An old man took his shoulder.
"Yes, sir do you know anything about the fire?"
"Not much, someone already called the firefighters, but you know that they're far away. Do you live here?"
"Yes, I'm gonna go find my neighbors, thanks sir."
He looked around. Where were they?
Suddenly he heard sirens. The firemen! Within two minutes there was water splashing on the burning house. Then he saw the couple who were living in that house and he ran to them.
"Oh gosh Greg, I'm so happy that you're here." The man said and he looked so strange that Greg knew there was something wrong.
"The dogs are still in there, they're locked but we cannot go back, they will be burned alive..." Mrs. Willis began to cry and her husband hugged her. They were lost, totally lost. They didn't know what to do.
"You can't let them burn, I'll tell the firefighters!" Greg said. He knew it was absurd, but the dogs were so loved by them and him that he couldn't let this happen. He ran to one of the men.
"There are still dogs in there!" Greg said quickly.
"I'm sorry but we can't go in there, there's so much fire!"
"You're not even sorry. You just want to save your own life and think that dogs are just animals without feelings!" Greg screamed.
"Sir, I don't! We just can't go in." The man said and Greg knew he was to angry at this man that did nothing.
"I'm sorry." He said. Other firemen that weren't extinguish the fire were pushing the other people away. Greg knew he had to go also. Suddenly he heard barking. One of the dogs! He glanced at the burning house and he saw the dog at one of the lowest windows.
"Sir! There!" But the he was gone. Greg didn't think about it and ran to the house.
"Sir? please? Help!" He shouted but no fireman saw him. He had to help the dog now!
When he began to run to the house, some people screamed at him that he was a fool and he felt arms at his shoulder that wanted to pull him back but he didn't listen. The sound of the wining dog was everything he listened to. He was so quick that he only recognize the heat when he stopped right before the window. The fire was everywhere, it was rustling and crackling all around him. Now he knew that this was completely stupid. But during his attempts to escape from the fire, he saw the dog that was trying to escape via the window and he saw fire behind the dog, a view feet away. He didn't see the other dog.
Reckless he tried to grab a loose brick between the flames. With a scream he jumped back when a flame licked his hand, but he had the brick. He hardly noticed the flames around him when he beat, with sweat on his forehead and the feeling he was totally crazy, the stone hard at the glass. Of course the fire inside would have more air so become a big fire, but otherwise the dog couldn't escape. He jumped into the house, where smoke, heat and fire greeted him. He tried to grab the dog and jumped out of the window again. The dog didn't move. Greg ran through the fire, knowing he would be burned after this but he didn't care. People were trying to help him but far away from the fire he gave the dog to someone and then ran back. The other dog, the other one... There was screaming again but he didn't listen. Why am I doing this? To make yourself a hero? No! Just because I want to save the dogs!
The fire licked him again and it crackled loudly when he jumped into the house though the window. This was crazy. He was completely mad. Everywhere there was fire, but he didn't go back. Where was that dog?
When he did one step, the fire touched his clothes, his arms, his face. It was like he had become someone with no feelings for fire. Constantly he was trying to walk somewhere. The house wasn't big but the dog could also be upstairs. Wait... That sound, was that whining? The dog! It was at the end of the room, where the smoke had become thick and almost black.
Greg tried to see something while he was moving through the flames to the dog. Then he saw him! He hid in an little house for dogs, that wasn't burning. Greg tried to grab the border collie while the fire licked at him constantly. Finally he could take the dog under his arm and find a way out through the smoke and flames. Tears were in his eyes because of the smoke and his skin was burned, his face black. He dragged himself to the window and climbed out. He hooked his foot behind a pointed piece of glass but he was caught by one of the firemen and the dog was taken from him. Greg noticed someone dragged him away while around him the sounds of arriving cars and speaking people sounded.

"Sir? Sir can you hear me?"
"Yes I can." he said. He recognized a man that sat down before him, he sat on a low wall or something.
"Why were you in that burning house?" The man asked and Greg knew that he would think Greg wanted to be a hero.
"I just wanted to save those dogs." His hands were trembling when he wanted to wipe the tears away. "Do you have dogs, sir?"
"I have one and I would have done the same. What's your name?"
"Greg Sanders."
"You're a brave man, Greg Sanders."

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