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Chapter 2

Back in the car to the CSI headquarters Morgan refused to believe Tim was the guy they were looking for.

"I can't stand him, but he would never do something like this!" she repeated over and over again. "What Nikki saw, doesn't mean anything! There must be a thousand guys in Vegas with perfectly straight and white teeth, maybe even more! As much as I'd love to put Tim behind bars, you can't just say he did this because of his teeth!"

"I know," Greg sighed. "I'm sorry, he just popped into my mind when I heard about those perfect teeth!"

"Trust me, as soon as we find the slightest bit of evidence that points towards him, I'll be more than happy to arrest him, but until we have, we can't say he did it!" Morgan said, looking at him. Greg smiled and took her hand for a moment. "You really hate him, don't you?"

"Yeah," she immediately responded. "He made it very easy for me to leave LA!"

"You never told me what it was like for you to leave everything there behind," Greg softly said. She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I say? I had to leave because of everything that had happened with Langston and Haskell. To be honest, it wasn't even that hard to leave LA behind. Working at SID there is totally different from working at CSI here. Here, everyone's like one big family, I like that. Back there, you'd do what you had to do and report to each other. No friendly chats, no dinners together, no 'How are you?' or 'Hey, I heard your mother was ill, how is she doing now?' It was everyone for himself. I didn't mind at first, but after a while I started to feel a little lonely. I had no one to talk to, except some old friends from college who were living on the other side of the state and didn't have a clue what working at SID was like! When Tim first showed up, I thought he might be different, but it only took me a week to find out he was not the friendly person I had been waiting for! He was always around, no matter where I went, he offered to drive me home every day and pick me up, he wanted to go grocery shopping with me, whenever there was a new movie out, he'd ask if I wanted to go and see it with him… One time I made the mistake of saying I couldn't go to the movies with him because I was going out for drinks with an old friend at this popular café and he actually showed up there!"

Greg was happy he had to stop for a red sign so he could look at her.

"You're kidding, right?" he said. She shook her head. "No… He came over to us at the café and didn't leave until the end of the evening…"

"You should have said something to your supervisor, this almost sounds like stalking to me!" Greg said, pressing down the gas pedal again. Morgan shrugged. "It only happened that once. I shouted at him for a couple of hours, tried to ignore him for a few days which of course didn't work… And then we just didn't talk about it anymore. I never told him where I was going after work anymore, so he never got another chance to suddenly show up."

She stared out of the window and saw the CSI headquarter in the far distance. A deep sigh escaped her.

"Hey, are you okay?" Greg asked, quickly looking at her.

"I'm just afraid Tim's still at the lab," she explained. "I really don't want to see him again! Especially not since you believe he's the guy we're looking for…"

"Well, if we're lucky Hodges will have scared him away by now," Greg said, turning on the signal to enter the LVPD parking lot. Morgan playfully hit him on his shoulder, smiling a little bit. "Stop saying such things about David, he's a nice guy! And besides, Tim doesn't scare that easily… I can't believe he found me here, I didn't tell anyone I was going to Vegas, except my mother and my stepfather! Oh, great, he must have gone over to them… Why didn't I tell them how much I hate the guy? Oh, yeah, it's because I stopped telling them about my personal life when I moved out… Great move, Morgan, great move!"

Greg couldn't help but laugh while she was talking to herself like that. Luckily, she laughed too now.

"Sorry, I go a little crazy sometimes," she confessed. Greg quickly checked the area before bending towards her. "That's what I like about you…"

He kissed her and gave her a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's go in, I'm sure he has left by now."

"Then you don't know Tim yet!" she said, getting out of the car. Greg got out as well and helped her to get all the evidence from the trunk. With their arms full, they walked into the LVPD headquarters. They both noticed Nick standing at the reception desk, but he was too busy talking to the new girl behind the desk to see them. The girl did notice them.

"Do you need a hand with that?" she immediately asked.

"Well, we would have asked our colleague, but he's clearly too busy," Greg answered. Nick smiled at him. "Sorry, man, I'll help you out!"

He took some of the evidence bags filled with video tapes from the security cameras and walked with them over to the layout room.

"Have you met her yet?" he asked Greg, talking about the new girl at the reception desk. "Man, she's hot! If you're not going to ask her out, I will!"

"Be my guest, I'm not interested," Greg immediately answered. He avoided looking at Morgan, knowing Nick would notice it.

"Ah, come on, man, you should go out more often!" Nick said, shaking his head. "All you do is work, I bet you even read crime books at home! Am I right?"

"What I do when I'm at home, is none of your business," Greg answered as politely as he could. "Now if you'll excuse me, we have some evidence to process!"

"A little touchy today, are we now?" Nick said. "Sorry I said anything at all…"

"He's just not having a good day," Morgan quickly said to help her boyfriend. "He had trouble at the supermarket this morning and then he met my rude colleague from LA…"

"Oh, yeah, that guy Tim!" Nick nodded. "He's been talking to Hodges for a long time… They really seem to be getting along!"

"Great," Morgan muttered. Greg smiled at her. "I'll go to Trace, you start on the surveillance tapes, okay?"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Morgan sighed. "I owe you big time!"

Greg bit his lip to keep himself from saying what he thought. If Nick heard him say out loud what he was thinking, he would know straight away about their relationship. He decided to not say anything at all and just started to walk over to Trace. Nick followed him.

"Hey, Greg, you not wanting to go out with that new girl has nothing to do with Morgan, right?" he suddenly asked. Greg froze. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, man, you've had a crush on her ever since that first day she walked in here!" Nick laughed. "I think it's pretty obvious by now she's not interested in you, so why don't you just move on?"

Greg nodded. "Sure, I'll move on. Thanks for the offer!"

He quickly walked into Trace, leaving a very surprised Nick behind in the hallway.

"Hodges, I've got something for you to analyze!" he said, ignoring Tim on purpose, who was standing next to him.

"Oh, hey, Greg, wasn't it?" Tim said however. "David told me you know a lot about Las Vegas. You should show me around! Maybe we can get into the night life a bit too, if you know what I mean…"

He laughed out so loud Greg frowned his eyebrows.

"Greg has never been like that when it comes to the ladies," Hodges explained to Tim.

"What? Why not?" Tim exclaimed. Greg handed the evidence over to Hodges. "Just analyze this, okay? And I'm not interested in the 'ladies' like that, because I've been married for over eight years and I'm a father of three kids, okay? See you later!"

He left the Trace lab, leaving Hodges behind who was staring at him with his mouth wide open, and went to find Morgan. She just put down her cell phone and looked up with a strange look in her eyes. "I just talked to my mother and she said she never told anyone about me moving to Vegas… She also said she's pretty sure my stepdad didn't tell anyone. How did Tim find out then?"

"Maybe he found out from your supervisor," Greg suggested. Morgan shook her head. "No, I didn't tell him where I went after I quit. And I can't imagine that my Dad contacted him to ask him questions about how I did my job back in LA…"

"Look, if you really want to know how he found out, just go to Trace and ask him," Greg said. "Otherwise, let's just forget about how he found out and concentrate on processing the evidence."

"Sorry, I forgot you just had to see him…" She smiled sympathetically at him. "How did it go?"

"Fine once I told Hodges I've been married for over eight years and am the father of three kids," Greg grinned. Morgan looked at him, her eyes big with surprise. "You didn't!"

Greg grinned again. "Just wait for about an hour, by then the whole lab probably knows!"

Morgan grinned too. "Yeah, probably! Did you say anything about who you married or what your kids' names are?"

"No, I thought I'd leave that up to you!" he teased, sitting down next to her. To his relief, she didn't look shocked after his words, but actually smiled.

"We'll discuss that after we've celebrated our five weeks anniversary, okay?" she smiled. "Now, come on, I think I found something!"

She showed him the footage from the casino floor. "This is a few minutes before the robbery took place, according to what your friend Nikki told detective Jenkins. Everything looks normal, except for this guy here."

She pointed at a man who was sitting behind a slot machine, wearing black jeans, black shoes and a black sweater. He was hiding something in his hand they couldn't see clearly.

"His mask perhaps?" Greg guessed. Morgan nodded. "I think so too. You just can't see his face properly… And I can't see if he's carrying a gun… Nikki said he pointed a gun at her and we found a bullet at the scene. If he is the guy we're looking for, he needs to have that gun hidden somewhere! I just can't see it…"

"Why don't you get that bullet over to Ballistics and I'll see if I can do something about the quality of this footage," Greg offered.

"And have me walk down the hall all by myself, risking running into Tim?" Morgan called out. "No way!"

Greg pointed to Sara, who just passed the AV-lab. "We'll ask her. Hey, Sara!"

The brown-haired woman walked back to the AV-lab, a questioning look on her face. "What is it?"

"Are you by any chance on your way to Ballistics?" Morgan hesitantly asked.

"Afraid of running into Tim?" Sara grinned. "Sure, I'll walk over there for you and if I see Tim along the way, I'll tell him you've got so much evidence to process you won't have time for him the next few days, okay?"

"Thank you!" Morgan sighed. "You're the best!"

"No problem," Sara smiled. "Oh, and by the way, Greg, why was I never invited to that wedding of yours eight years ago?"

She smiled again before leaving them alone. Greg looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes… I think it's a new personal record for Hodges!"

Morgan laughed.

"We'll congratulate him later," she promised. "Come on, let's see if we can find anything else."

They continued watching the surveillance tapes from the hotel and casino, but they didn't see anyone else matching Nikki's description except the man at the slot machine. They couldn't see however if he was carrying a gun or what his face looked like. Since they didn't have any results yet from Ballistics or Trace, they concentrated on the fingerprints Greg had found on the camera after Archie had promised to work some more on the video footage. Greg ran the prints through the computer, while Morgan spoke to Nikki's supervisor on the phone.

"Security said the camera started failing around four A.M.," she told Greg. "They called someone to come and fix it, but no one ever showed up. I did get the number from the company they called, so I'm going to see what they have to say. Did you find anything yet?"

"Nothing so far, but I wanna check a few other databases," Greg answered.

"Okay," Morgan nodded. She went back to the phone and called the company the hotel had asked to come and fix the camera. After hearing their story, she went back to Greg.

"They told me they sent over a man named Frank Bridges to fix the camera, but he was told at the entrance the camera had already been fixed," she told him. "I spoke to Frank myself and he said a guy dressed in black told him everything was fine already. He didn't really remember the guy, just that he was dressed in black… So, that was very helpful!"

She sighed. Only now she noticed Greg wasn't smiling.

"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. He pointed at the screen. "I found a match…"

She stepped towards the computer to see with whom the fingerprint matched. The photo she saw on the screen made her heart skip a beat. The fingerprint was a match to Tim Johnson…