A/N- I want to thank the few people who already left reviews. Things take off with this chapter. The true drama begins here. Hope you enjoy and review!
Greg walked into Club Parliament looking for a night of fun and whatever else may come. He went up to the bar and ordered a drink first. He got a gin and tonic and sipped on it as he looked around at the club. He came a little early but he was eager to get out of his place and stop wallowing in his own depression. The crowd was still fairly small but it was a lively one. The dance floor was occupied by mostly couples; men with women, men with men, and women with women. He liked this club because it was GLBT friendly, so he was bound to find someone interesting there.
He was looking around when he heard his name called. "Hey Sanders, long time no see." He turned around and approaching him was a friend he had not seen in ages. "Hey Whit, what's up?" Greg asked as he greeted him with a quick hug.
"Not much, just the same old stuff. So is the LVPD lab keeping you busy with all the crime in this city?" Whit asked him. Greg nodded. "Yeah it sure does. It's rare to get a day off lately so when I have one I decided I need to get out more."
"Ahh, still looking for love in all the wrong places," Whit joked with him with a nudge. "Ha ha, funny but I'm not as lucky as you to find love in the workplace. Speaking of, where is Mike?"
"He's still at work. He's working on some research project that has a deadline coming up. He will meet me here when he is done." Greg knew Whit, which was short for Whitman from college. He hated his first name, Eugene so he earned the nickname Whit in school. They both were in Chemistry together. Whit ended up getting a job at UNLV as a professor teaching and his partner was also a professor at the university in the Physics department. They were both brainiacs but they knew how to enjoy life. It was nice for Greg to run into him.
They ordered more drinks and sat catching up on life while Whit waited for Mike. Neither noticed the guy sitting down at the other end of the bar keeping a close eye on Greg.
"Sanders, long time no see." They both turned around and laughed when they saw Mike walk up. "Geez, you two are really two of a kind," Greg laughed seeing as they used the same greeting. They shook hands and ordered up more drinks.
"Time for me to take my man out onto the dance floor. Good luck, Sanders. Nice seeing you again. We need to keep in better touch," Whit said to him. "I agree." They did a quick confirmation of phone numbers before Greg watched them go out to the dance floor.
He finished off his drink and decided since the dance floor was more crowded now to go out and dance. It wasn't long for him to be out there before he had a couple people start dancing with him. One was a blonde girl, who sort of reminded him of Morgan. The other was a cute guy with messy hair and bright blue eyes. Greg had to admit the girl who reminded him of Morgan was cute but she was not Morgan and so he leaned more towards the guy.
The girl got the hint after a while and ended up moving along, letting Greg dance with the blue eyed cutie. He realized that he was totally unlike his usual guy type which was maybe a good thing.
"So I haven't seen you here before," the blue eyed guy yelled in his ear over the music. "I work too much and don't get out enough," Greg responded with a grin. "Well I can make sure you get out and have more fun if you want," the other guy responded with a gleaming smile. Greg wasn't sure if it was the alcohol impairing his judgment or just the guy himself but he sure liked this guy.
"I could use more fun in my life," Greg replied. "Well my name is Joey and I wouldn't mind making your life more fun," the other guy giggled. Greg realized he was obviously intoxicated too but so far everything was very innocent and that he liked.
"I'm Greg. How about we show some of these others how to dance?" He smirked. Joey nodded and they went out into the middle of the dance floor and started really getting into the music and dancing.
After a few dances, they both were in need of a break. They headed for the bar to relax a little. "Say, I have to use the bathroom," Greg told Joey. "So do I, so I'll join you." They headed to the restroom together, neither noticing another man following them. Greg headed into a stall while Joey went to a urinal. The other man entered shortly after they did. He surveyed the stalls and realized they were the only three in there. He smiled at his luck again. He went back to the main door and saw an out of order sign behind it and placed it outside the door. Joey thought he was just a janitor since he was dressed in coveralls.
Joey turned away from the urinals to go wash his hands when he accidently bumped into the larger man. "Sorry dude," he said quickly. "So am I," said the man who looked like a janitor. He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and stuck it in Joey's neck. "What the fuck?" Joey said before he started feeling woozy and fell into the man's arms. He laid him down on the floor and prepared the other syringe for his true target. He waited right outside the door.
Greg hadn't heard the racket from Joey since the dance music was blasting in the restroom also. He finished using the bathroom and unlocked his stall door. He stepped out and saw Joey lying on the tile ground. He was about to go over to him when he felt an arm go around his waist and something jabbed in his neck. The man's arm kept him from turning around and the drug quickly set in, making him feel lightheaded and then falling to the ground.
The janitor moved their bodies out of sight from the doorway and looked out. No one stood there; it seemed the guys already were using the women's restroom as their own. He stepped out the side exit door and pulled in a garbage cart from outside into the hallway. He pulled it into the men's bathroom where Greg and Joey laid unconscious. He picked them both up and placed them into the garbage cart. He then took the trash bags and placed them over their bodies so no one would see them when he pushed them out the door.
He removed the out of order sign as he moved the cart out of the bathroom and into the hallway, heading towards the side exit door. No one paid any attention to him, just thinking he was the janitor. He moved the cart outside where his car was. He looked around carefully before taking them one by one and placing them in the trunk of his car, trash bags still covering their bodies mostly.
When they were secure inside his trunk he left the cart outside the club and smiled at how easy it had been. He got into his car and drove off to his next destination with his two victims.
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As consciousness came to him, he groaned as his head was killing him. He remembered drinking quite a bit but he didn't think he'd wake up with this bad of a hangover. He sighed and caught a smell that alarmed him suddenly. It was a smell that he smelt way too often on the job, that metallic, rusty like smell. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in his bedroom, in his bed. He realized he was naked. He lifted his hands and there was some blood on them. He turned his head and jumped out of bed at the sight. His heart beat rapidly as he saw where the smell of blood came from. He had been lying next to a dead body. Not just any dead body, he remembered he was the guy he met at the bar. Joey that was his name, he thought but didn't remember taking him home with him and definitely didn't remember seeing him like this.
He looked down at himself and saw blood splattered on his body and a little on his hands. He started to hyperventilate as he looked back at his bed. Joey lay naked on top of his bed with several stab wounds and the final one was obvious as Greg recognized his kitchen knife in Joey's chest. "Oh God, I didn't…I couldn't have done this. Why don't I remember how we got here and how this happened?" he said to himself in anguish. "What do I do?" He asked himself in panic. He was naked and so was Joey. He realized his ass hurt some. Oh God, did we have sex? He was not one to have sex right away, usually.
His mind was racing. He knew he had to call this in. He couldn't just call 911 though. He was scared. He saw his cell phone on his nightstand and picked it up. He dialed the first person he thought of when it came to trust in a situation like this.
"Hey what are you doing calling me on your day off?" he heard the voice ask. He didn't know what to say. What did he say? He had a dead body in his bed and blood all over him. He killed someone but couldn't remember?
"Nick, I need your help. Oh God, I don't know what happened. There's blood everywhere," Greg suddenly sputtered out in a quick panic.
Nick could now hear the unusual frantic tone in Greg's voice. "Greg, where are you? Who's blood?"
"I…I'm in my bedroom. His name was Joey…he's dead. His blood is everywhere, even on me," Greg rambled on.
"Greg, listen to me…what happened?" Nick asked him, now worried for his friend. They would always be friends and he would always help him if he was in trouble. "I don't remember. I drank some but not enough to forget something like this. Last I remember was being at Club Parliament. Oh God, Nick I think I killed him. I woke up next to his dead body. Oh God." Nick could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. "I think I'm going to be sick." Nick suddenly could hear Greg throwing up. He had to get over there, fast.
"Okay, listen to me Greg. Stay put, try not to touch anything or move. I'll get Russell and Brass and we will be over ASAP," Nick told him. "Did you hear me?"
Greg's weak voice answered. "Yes, but…I'm naked. I woke up naked and blood's all over me." Nick could hear the tears in his voice now. He couldn't imagine what Greg was going through now. "Look, just grab a towel or blanket that was not part of the scene and wrap it around you loosely for now. I promise we will get there as soon as we can. We'll figure this out, Okay?" He waited for Greg to say something. There was no response. "Greg? Do you understand me?" Finally he heard a weak response from him.
"Okay, I have to go now. We'll be there soon," Greg heard him say. He just nodded not even realizing Nick could not see him. He was going into shock. He hung up his phone and walked over to his dresser without taking his eyes off Joey's body. He feared that if he took his eyes off him he might suddenly come alive like a zombie. He pulled out a sheet from his bottom draw and wrapped it around him loosely just like Nick had said. He then moved over to the corner of the room where there was no blood and slid down the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, still not taking his eyes off Joey's dead form. He killed someone or did he? And if he did, why? He was so completely confused. He continued staring at the body while waiting for Nick to show up.
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Nick ran into DB's office, grateful he was still there. Greg barely caught Nick still at the lab. He was about to leave after filing his paperwork. Russell seemed to be doing the same thing. "Hey, we have a major situation we have to deal with," Nick said as he entered his office. Russell looked up at him in curiosity.
"What kind of situation?" Nick closed the door behind him and went up to his desk, but couldn't sit down. "Greg just called me in a frantic state. He said he woke up with a dead body in his bed with him but he doesn't remember anything. We have to get there and work the scene and try to figure out what happened," Nick told him.
Russell looked more sternly at him. "Greg found a dead body in his bed and he doesn't know how it got there?"
"He thinks he may have killed him. He said he has blood all over him but he doesn't remember anything except being at Club Parliament where he met this guy," Nick tried telling him quickly.
"Look we have to call in Day Shift to work this. Our shift is about over and Greg is on our shift. I know in the past you all may have worked your owns' cases but I won't have it," He went to pick up his phone to call in Day Shift when Nick grabbed it and took it away.
"NO! They can't! You don't know what Greg's had to deal with before and with them. You weren't here when he dealt with the killing of Demetrius James. You didn't see how the Day Shift said crap about him behind his back when the city ended up paying out $2.5 million to the James family because they basically thought he did it on purpose. It was in self-defense. If the Day Shift works this case, they will have a field day and not give him the time of day to figure out what really happened. You know Greg, I know Greg better than you. He would never kill anyone in cold blood. You didn't see how being responsible for killing Demetrius James changed him. He couldn't have done this. We have to work this!" Nick finished with his plea to Russell.
Russell took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes a moment. He put his glasses back on and looked at his senior CSI on this Las Vegas crew. He trusted him completely and he also trusted Greg. He couldn't see him killing anyone either. He sighed heavily. "I'm probably going to get hell from Ecklie from this but we will work this. I'll call Brass and Doc Robbins in on this. We'll wait until we get there to see if we need to call in anyone else. Grab your kit and let's get going. I'll call them now as we walk to the vehicle," Russell told Nick as he got up from his desk and holding out his hand for Nick to give him back his cell phone.