This story follows up on my other stories. Please read the others before you start reading this one or else you might be a little confused about what's going on :) thanks

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first story: "A day at the video rental store"

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second story: "An eye for an eye"

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third story: "Boom"

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(just put the fanfiction-url in front of the urls above and you're good to go. I can't publish it as a real link, I'm sorry!)

Three weeks ago, a bomb exploded at a crime scene that left two police officers injured. Since then there hasn't been one again and no threats towards the police were uttered. They looked into Jason McCann, the kid whose brother planned a bomb attack at the police station, but couldn't find anything linking him or someone at his community center to the bombs. They were pretty sure these people had nothing to do with it.

As Greg was getting ready for work he heard a knock on his door.

Rapidly putting on his shirt, he opened the door. "Nick" he was surprised to see his colleague standing at the door.

"Well since your car broke down three days ago, I thought I'd give you a ride" Nick smiled at Greg.

"Nick, you're a life saver! I would have to head out now if I wanted to be punctual, but I'm not ready yet!" he said, hastily putting his socks on.

Nick couldn't help but smirk. "Well now there's no rush, just take your time" he went into the kitchen, trying to find some coffee. "Hey man, where's your coffee?"

"I didn't have time for it!" he called out of the bathroom, fixing his hair.

"Right..." Nick said, rolling his eyes, opening the fridge to try and find something else to drink. He took out a bottle of orange juice, took a glass and filled it up. When he took a sip he noticed a pillbox sitting on the kitchen counter. When he picked it up to see what kind of pills it was, Greg came in.

"Okay, I'm ready, let's..." when he saw Nick holding the pillbox, he stopped talking.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were taking sleeping pills?" Nick asked concerned.

"It's no big deal, Nick" he said, taking the pillbox out of Nicks hands, giving him an annoyed look. "I don't take one every night, but after pulling a double I find it hard to fall asleep sometimes." he put the pillbox down on the kitchen counter again, making his way to the door. "Now come on or we're both running late."

"So, for how long have you been taking these pills?" Nick asked, driving the car to the lab.

"I don't know, a couple of weeks, I guess..." Greg said, pretending like it wasn't a big deal.

Nick just nodded, trying to find the right words. „Has it anything to do with the threats we received...?"

"No." he looked at Nick, appreciating his concern "I mean, sure, it's weird thinking about these threats, but that's not it..."

"What is it, then?"

"I don't know..." he looked out the window "I guess I'm just stressed out right now."

"Yeah I noticed, you pulled a lot of overtime..." Nick looked at Greg "You don't have financial problems, do you?"

This comment made Greg chuckle "No, I'm fine. I just felt like I could work a little more."

"Alright, but don't let it go too far. We don't need another Sara. Your body's telling you to take it easy, so listen to it."

"Yeah I know... Maybe I'll take a few days off." he smiled at Nick.

Nick knew exactly why Greg was working so much. He needed to take his mind off his problems. Hearing that he might take a few days off was a good sign, Nick thought. Greg was slowly getting all the emotional stress out of his system, he thought. But on the other hand, he was taking sleeping pills. Nick was sure it had something to do with what happened. But it's been months, he had to get over it eventually.

"That's a good idea" Nick responded, smiling back.

Arriving at the lab, they met Ray and Sara in the locker room.

"Hey guys" Sara smiled at the two, noticing Greg's slightly pissed face. "What's up?"

Greg didn't respond, just opened his locker.

"He's pissed because his car needs another three days to be repaired. The mechanic just called him." Nick said, with a small smirk on his face, looking to Greg.

"I don't get it! How can the whole engine be damaged to a point where they need to replace it? I got this car two years ago!" he slammed his locker's door.

"Well maybe you're not as good a driver as you thought you were." Nick teased him.

"Veeeeery funny, Nick. I'm not the one who almost ran over a red light just ten minutes ago!" Greg teased back.

"Hah! If you wouldn't be talking so much I could concentrate on the traffic!"

Sara and Ray were laughing at their taunting when Catherine went in. "Come on guys, hurry up, we got work to do." she smiled at her colleagues.

"Alright, let's go..." as Greg walked out the door, he patted Nick on the back.

This small gesture almost moved Nick to tears. After Greg told him what happened in that video store, Nick avoided every physical contact with him. And now Greg patted him on the shoulder, something he hasn't done in months. Nick was really feeling like Greg was getting back on track again.

"Okay, we got six dead bodies at a house in Henderson. Family drama..." Catherine said, handing a paper with the address on to Nick. "Let's go."

They all left the lab, driving to the crime scene.