"Hey Archie." Greg walked into the A/V room. "Was the surveillance camera footage we gave you useful?"

"It clearly shows three men entering the super market, but their faces are covered with masks. All I can tell you is that two of them are around 5'10'', the third one is probably 6'2'', maybe 6'3''," Archie said while showing Greg the video.

"Who's shooting at the clerk?"

"One of the shorter guys. I think he has red hair, you see that?" Archie zoomed in on the guy, his hair was showing underneath the mask.

"Red hair's not too common, it could help us narrow it down. Anything else?"

"The tall one went into the office." Archie pulled up the video. "He was going through some paperwork and left."

"He looks angry. Maybe he was looking for something and couldn't find it... Thanks, Archie."

Greg and Ray decided to pay the super market manager a visit. Maybe he knew what the robbers were looking for in his office.

"Dr. Langston, Mr. Sanders, nice to meet you." He shook their hands.

"Hello Mr. Clark. How are you doing?" Ray said while sitting down opposite the manager.

He nodded. "We're all okay. The robbery was a shock to us all but Bob, the store clerk who was shot, is going to be fine."

"That's good to hear," Ray said with a smile on his face. "Listen, the surveillance cameras showed that one of the robbers went into your office. We believe he was looking for something but didn't find it. Do you have any idea what that might've been?"

Mr. Clark shook his head. "Nothing I can think of right now. Everything that's here is boring paper work."

"Unfortunately we don't know what the robbers look like, they wore masks. All we know is that two of them are around 5'10'' and the other one around 6'2''. One of the shorter guys has red hair. Do you know anyone that fits that description?" Greg asked, handing over screen shots of the robbers.

"I don't think I know any redheads. I know two or three guys that are as tall as 6'2'' and I know guys that are around 5'10'' but that's it, I don't think anyone of them did this. Why do you think I know them?"

"Because they went into your office and wanted something from here. If you remember anything, please give us a call." Ray handed him a card.

"I will. Thank you."

"Something's weird about him, don't you think?" Greg asked Ray. They were driving back to the lab, with Ray sitting in the driver's seat.

"Yeah. When we asked him about what they might've wanted, he was lying to us. He knows what it is. The question is, why doesn't he want US to know?"

When Greg and Ray walked into the lab, Ray's phone rang. "Langston. ...What? Alright, I'll be right down."

"What is it?" Greg asked.

"A body was found a few blocks from the super market. He had a mask on like our robbers did... I'll go down to autopsy and see what Doc Robbins found out. Could you do me a favor and get our DNA results?"

"...DNA?" Greg asked insecure.

Ray smiled. "Come on, Greg, be professional. You'll have to see him all the time."

"...You're right. Okay, see you in a bit."

They both walked off.

"...Hey Julian." Greg walked into the DNA lab reluctantly.

"Greg, it's good to see you." Julian looked up from a microscope with a smile on his face. "What can I do for you?"

"I... Well, I wanted to ask you if you're finished with the DNA samples I gave you..."

"Of course." He rolled to the desk with his chair. "Here's the results."

"Thank you..." Greg walked up to Julian to grab the reports, but Julian held them in his hand and started walking Greg through his findings.

""Let's see... The blood samples you collected all belonged to a Bob Hershman. You know who he is?"

"Yeah, he was shot by the robbers. He's in the hospital now. Anything else?"

"Mhm. You found saliva on the counter, right? It belongs to a Chris Flanders." Julian finally handed Greg the reports. "Maybe one of the robbers were spitting a lot while talking?"

"Let's just hope he did." Greg turned around and walked towards the door.

"Uhm... Greg?" Julian stopped him.

"Yeah?" He turned around again.

Julian stood up and walked up to him. "Do you like basketball?"

"...Huh?"

"Basketball, you like it?"

"I... uh, I guess..." Greg shrugged, not knowing what Julian was up to. Then he realized what it might be.

Julian got a bit closer to Greg. "You know, I have two tickets for College Basketball in three days, you wanna go with me?"

Greg looked surprised. Why didn't he just say 'no, I don't like basketball'? "Uh... I... I don't think that's a good idea, Julian..." He stuttered.

"If you don't like basketball we could go to a restaurant or something like that..." Julian was getting closer again.

"No! ...No..." Greg took a few steps back. "Really, it's... it's not a good idea." Greg left with an embarrassed look on his face.

Why did he just do that? Why didn't he set it straight? Why didn't he just tell him he's not interested in Julian? It might've hurt him at first, but he would've gone over it. He was on his way down to autopsy when he ran into Sara.

"Hey, pretty boy!" She gave him a big typical Sara-smile.

Greg gave her an annoyed smile. "Nick can't keep his mouth shut, can he? Just don't tell anyone else, alright?"

"Relax. So how's it going? Is the love still fresh?" She laughed.

Greg sat down in the hallway to the autopsy room. "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even... no, especially not Nick?"

"Don't make me promise that, Greg. That's cruel!" She smiled.

He gave her a look.

"Okay, okay, I promise..." She still smiled and rolled her eyes, and sat down next to him.

"He asked me out..." Greg couldn't help but chuckle when he said that.

Sara looked at him, trying not to laugh. "...And... What... did you say?" She chuckled as well.

"It was totally embarrassing!" He started to laugh. "I didn't know how to react! So I just told him it's not a good idea for us to go out and left."

Sara grinned. "He'll probably think you mean it's not a good idea because you two work together. Why didn't you just tell him you're not gay?"

"Like I said, I didn't know how to react. I panicked."

"Why? I mean it's no big deal. You're not interested in Julian, that's his problem, not yours. Why do you feel so uncomfortable around him?" Sara asked, already suspecting to know the answer to that.

Greg shrugged. "I don't know..."

"You're sure about that? Because a few months ago you told me you felt uncomfortable being physically close to any man, even your friends. Does that have anything to do with it?" Sara was talking about Greg's feelings following the events in the video rental store. Ever since one of the hostage takers forced himself on Greg, he got nervous around men getting too close to him. Sara thought he'd overcome this a few weeks later, and Greg thought so, too. But why did he feel so uncomfortable with Julian's crush, then?

Greg sighed. "I don't know, Sara. I think I'm over that."

"Well, you basically just waited for it to go away, didn't you? You didn't exactly try to process it all, it just went away. Maybe it was just hiding somewhere and now it's back?"

"Oh, I don't know... I mean it's just weird, isn't it? Knowing that your co-worker has a crush on you."

"I wouldn't know," Sara said sarcastically with a smile on her face, hinting at the crush Greg had on her for years.

Greg laughed a bit nervous. "You know what I mean."

She patted him on his knee as she got up. "You'll find a way to deal with this, I'm sure."

Greg went into the autopsy room, meeting Ray and Doc Robbins already discussing the victim. "Oh crap!"

The two men looked up to Greg, a little confused.

"Oh. I'm sorry. It's just, we found his DNA at the crime scene." It was one of the shorter guys, but not the redhead.

"We did?" Ray asked surprised.

Greg nodded. "You swabbed saliva from the counter, it was his. I was hoping it was somebody else's DNA, you know? We can't use that sample to convict anyone now."

"Well at least we know now he's definitely been at that super market."

"So how'd he die?" Greg looked at Doc Robbins.

"Gunshot wound, pierced right through his lung. Sara processed the scene and she found the bullet." Doc Robbins handed it to Greg. "I also found he had been beaten. He had fresh bruises all over his body, a black eye and two missing teeth."

Greg crossed his arms. "Do you think his accomplices did this to him?"

Ray nodded. "Who else could it have been?"

"I don't know, maybe someone followed them and tried to take the law into his own hands?"

"We don't have evidence to suggest either theories, yet. Let's try to find out if the bullet matches the one used to shoot the store clerk. Did you find anything else, Doc?"

"He did not only lose two teeth, but also chip one. It might've happened when he was hit, but I'm thinking he might've bitten one of his attackers. Sara didn't collect the tooth piece, it might've been stuck in whoever it was he bit. But that's just a theory."

Ray and Greg both nodded.

"He also had defensive wounds on his hands and his hand was holding on to this pretty tight." Doc Robbins handed Greg one of the masks the robbers were wearing.

"Well, there goes my theory. At least he put up a good fight," Greg said while looking at the mask.

"I'm sorry about that," Doc Robbins said jokingly.

Greg smiled at him. "Anything else?"

"That's it. Well, he died shortly after the robbery, but since he was murdered a few blocks away I guess you already figured that out."

"Thank you, Al," Ray replied while walking out with Greg.