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Two days after Greg's confession to Russell, Nick was able to find the murderer in their case. Greg wanted to be there when they interrogated him, but Nick insisted he stayed away, hoping this murderer was also the one who attacked Greg.

Nick walked out of the interrogation room. "So, what do you think? Is it him?" he asked excited as the two were watching the murderer through the window of the interrogation room.

Greg shrugged. "I don't know, Nick. It was dark, I didn't see anything. But I think this guy is too short."

"Well, too bad he didn't say anything, huh? This guy here has a thick Australian accent, wouldn't be hard to identify him."

"He didn't have an accent," Greg replied quite absent-minded. "I-I think," he said as he realized he screwed up.

"So he did say something to you?" Nick asked surprised. Greg kept that information hidden for the first week and Russell didn't tell anybody else about it except Brass. "What did he say?"

"...This guy is not the one who attacked me, but at least we caught a murderer, huh?" Greg faked a smile as he patted Nick on the shoulder, turning around to walk away.

"Greg, wait. Why didn't you tell me about this?" He followed him. "Do Russell and Brass know about it? There's nothing about it in your report, you..."

Greg turned around to his friend in anger. "They know. Now leave me alone."

Nick looked at Greg surprised. "Alright, I apologize. It wasn't my intention to anger you."

"...You didn't, I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about this all the time."

Nick frowned. "I'm just trying to help."

"I know. You'd help a lot more if you acted like nothing happened, though." Greg faintly smiled at him. "The guy who attacked me is still out there, that's all we need to know right now."

"And he might just have a problem with the police, we're all in danger."

Greg nodded thoughtful, not really buying this theory. There was something else to it, he was sure.

As the second week after the attack passed, Greg felt more and more uncomfortable out at his crime scenes. He chalked this up to the attack, but the more abandoned a crime scene was, the better he felt being there. It didn't make much sense to him, but the crowded places were the worst.

Concentrating enough so that he didn't notice his surroundings that much was the best way to cope with this unsettling feeling at the scenes, so while he was taking pictures of a gun lying next to one of the three victims on a crime scene right on the strip, he didn't hear Nick approach him. He startled when Nick touched him to get his attention.

"Whoa. Greg, it's just me," Nick said a little shocked, himself.

"Sorry," Greg smiled uncomfortably. "What's up?"

"...Are you alright? I've been watching you for a few days now, you're always nervous, it seems."

Greg sighed. "It's just the crowds I can't stand right now. They make me a little anxious. Give me a break, I got attacked and..." As he was looking through the crowd, he thought he recognized the man in the black jacket he had seen at a crime scene a few days before the attack. "...Wait."

"What is it?"

"This guy." He pointed at the man. "I've seen him at scenes before. I even pointed him out to you, remember?"

Nick looked at the man Greg was talking about. "I don't know, maybe? He's quite average looking, hard to tell whether I've seen him before or not."

"No, I know this is the guy." Still looking at him, Greg walked into the man's direction. "Hey, you."

As soon as the man realized Greg was approaching him, he ran away. "Stop!" The CSI ran after him.

"Come on, I thought he might've been the guy who attacked me," Greg said defensively as him and Nick walked into the lab.

"That's why it's ludicrous to run after him by yourself!" Nick replied enraged.

"I thought the officers at the scene would do their god damned job and follow me. My bad."

"Oh no, don't give me attitude now. You screwed up, you put yourself in a dangerous position."

Greg rolled his eyes. "I did not, the guy's not dangerous, he's just press."

"Yeah but you didn't know that when you ran after him." Nick walked into the break room annoyed and sat down. "He could've hurt you, too, you know."

Greg smiled. "But he didn't. He was a harmless guy. You're right, I shouldn't have run after him, I didn't think, I just acted."

Nick nodded. "Don't do that ever again, alright? ...Scared the hell out of me."

"Nick, it's fine!" Greg chuckled. "What's wrong with you?" The look on Nick's face made Greg realize his friend was hiding something from him. "...What is wrong with you?"

"...What? Nothing."

Greg raised an eyebrow. "I've known you long enough to notice the signs. You're hiding something from me."

"What? That's ridiculous, there are no signs because I'm not hiding anything."

"Fine, then don't tell me." Greg sat down opposite Nick. He pulled out his phone to check his mails. While he did that, he noticed Nick kept watching him with a rather pitying look on his face. Whenever Greg looked at him, he acted like he wasn't staring at him. After doing this four times, Greg had enough. "Alright. Spill it."

"...It's nothing."

"This is getting exhausting. Come on, what's bothering you?"

Nick sighed, finally giving in. "You know I talked to that guy you chased, after you walked back to the crime scene, right? He, uh, he asked a lot of questions about you."

"About me? Why?" Greg frowned. "...So he actually was stalking me?"

"...He followed you around, yes. He's not so much press as he's, you know, a filmmaker."

"...What? What are you talking about?" Greg got off his seat to fix himself a cup of coffee.

Nick didn't quite know how to say this, so he just did. "He's planning to make a documentary about Novak."

Greg almost dropped the cup in his hand. "W-what?"

"He said getting an actual victim to give an interview would boost the movie's artistic... whatever, I didn't really listen."

"...What did you tell him?"

"To get lost and stop bothering you, of course. And he promised he wouldn't anymore."

Greg didn't move away from the coffee machine and he didn't turn around to look at Nick. "Why can't I shake this? Wherever I go, this hangs over my head like a dark cloud."

"You know there isn't a serial killer out here who doesn't have at least one documentary about him. It's no big deal, you shouldn't stress over this. He'll make his movie and that's it, it won't influence your life at all."

Greg sighed as he sat down again. "You don't get it. I try to go on with my life, try to forget this all somehow, yet there's always someone who keeps me from moving on."

"No, you don't get it. You're the one keeping yourself from moving on because you want to forget it. Don't forget it, try to live with it."