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Here's my new story, I hope you like it! Have fun!

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pikapikatchu

"Give it a rest, Nick. It's been weeks, why can't you just forget about it?" Greg and Nick were walking inside the police station, discussing a problem Nick was dealing with at the moment.

"Because I thought he was my friend and he backstabbed me like that!" Nick replied furious.

"I know, but what's done is done. And he's not the only one responsible."

"What, now it's my fault?!" Nick was just getting angrier at Greg's attempts to solace his friend.

"No, of course not. I didn't mean it that way. But don't you think Jeannie is to blame, too?"

"...I never had time for her, it's not her fault."

"So it is your fault?"

Nick gave him a venomous look. "You just said you don't think it is."

"...You just said you... Ah, forget it. All I'm saying is that it takes two people to cheat. Well, three actually..."

"Could you just stop talking?" Nick rolled his eyes. "I can't hear that right now."

"I'm not saying you should forgive Jason, but you're still so angry with him. It's unhealthy." Greg worried about Nick. Ever since his girlfriend Jeannie cheated on him with his friend Jason, he hardly talked about anything else. "Besides, you only knew her for, like, a month."

"It's not about her! Friends just don't do this to each other!"

"I know! But still, try to forget about him. He's not worth feeling bad."

"So you're saying you could forgive him?" Nick asked rather amused. He couldn't believe anyone would be able to excuse a betrayal like that.

"Of course. I don't hold grudges."

"Really?" Nick asked warily. "There's not one single person you wouldn't want to walk across right now?"

"Like who? I never lost any friends over some fights, I don't have enemies." Greg was sounding quite confident.

"What about Steven Harris?"

"...How dare you mention that name." Greg gave Nick a rather angry look.

Nick laughed. "I knew it. You're still not over it."

"That's different! He stole my car!"

"...Your remote-controlled toy car. When you were twelve."

"He knew how much it meant to me! Papa Olaf got it for me from Norwegian! And that fool broke it."

Nick patted him on the back. "See? It's perfectly normal to hold grudges."

"Come on, if he'd come through that door now and walk up to me, I'd talk to him. We were kids, I'm sure he's changed now."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Sure..." They walked up to Brass. "Hey, you said you got us a witness?"

Brass nodded. "Follow me."

They walked into the interrogation room.

"Sanders?" The witness asked. "Is that you?"

"You know him?" Brass asked surprised as he closed the door.

"I don't think so..." Greg replied. "What's his name?"

"Riley. Riley Fishman!" the witness said quite joyful. He had a very rough exterior. Scruffy brown hair and beard with lots of gray strands in it. "Long time no see, dude. You're a cop now?" He laughed. "Never would've thought that."

Greg had a weird face impression. Neither Brass nor Nick could really figure out what was going on inside him now.

"Greg? Who is this guy?" Nick asked confused.

"He... I... We went to high school together."

"Well if you were friends in high school you can't work the case anymore," Brass said, handing Nick Fishman's rap sheet.

"We weren't friends." Greg walked out.

Greg was in the DNA lab with Robin when Nick walked up to him. "Hey. What was that about?"

"Nothing." Greg grabbed the DNA results and walked out, Nick followed.

"Nothing? What was that look on your face about? Who is this guy?"

"Did he say anything useful?"

Nick shook his head. "Crackhead who just wanted to get something positive out of his current situation. He was arrested for drug possession two weeks ago and was hoping he'd get a lower sentence if he helped us."

"Drug possession? That figures..." Greg said under his breath.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"Okay. Say that one more time and I'll kick you," Nick replied annoyed. "Would you just tell me who that guy is?"

Greg rolled his eyes. "Earlier, when you asked me about people I didn't want to come across... He's on top of my list. He is the list." They walked into the empty break room and sat down. "He's a year older than me, but we were in the same class. He failed third grade. And, well, as you know, I wasn't exactly popular in high school. I was an outcast and he didn't help matters. Bullied me around, stuff like that. Most people just didn't pay much attention to me, but he made my high school years living hell."

"I didn't know that..."

"Because I don't like to talk about it. For the past years I tried to forget it ever happened and it kind of worked. Seeing him again is like reliving everything he's ever done to me."

"Like what?"

Greg shook his head. "It's bad enough reliving it in my head, no need to talk about it."

"You're sure?"

He nodded.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm here." Nick gave him a faint smile.

"Now that he's out of my life again, I can go back into denial and pretend this never happened, either!" He put on a happy face, already starting to pretend.

Greg was putting his happy face on a bit too early. The next day, he ran into Riley Fishman again.

"What up, dude?" Riley asked with a stupid grin on his face.

Greg startled a bit when he saw him. He was caught by surprise. "What... What are you doing here?" They were in the police department's parking lot.

"Well, I'm on my way inside, but was hoping to see you here."

Greg nodded. "...Why?"

"...To catch up! You know, I want to hear the story of how you became a frickin' police officer!" Riley laughed.

"I'm a CSI, not a cop," he replied dry.

Riley nodded with an awkward pause. "So tell me, how did that happen?"

"Is this going to take much longer? I really need to go."

"Come on, man..." he said, looking quite nervously as Greg was walking past him.

"...'Come on', what?" Greg turned around.

"I don't know, I... I need your help..."