A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. Unfortunately, I can't tell you what was going on in Grissom's office, because then you wouldn't continue to read ;) What I can do though, is give you the next chapter…..

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Chapter Two:

Greg sat at his desk, staring at the DNA sheet before him but not really seeing it. His mind was still reeling as he thought about the conversation he had just overheard. 'I wonder if they saw me,' he thought. 'Nah, not with my blinding speed,' he convinced himself with a smug smile.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone deliberately clearing their throat. He looked up, only to meet the steely gaze of one Dr Gil Grissom.

"Uh…Grissom," Greg gulped. "I was just on my way to bring you your results," he said, his fingers playing nervously with the sheet of paper before him.

"Oh," replied Grissom, in mock surprise. "Is that why you ran so quickly down the hallway, to get my results?" he growled threateningly.

'Damn,' thought Greg, looking down at his desk once more, unable to meet Grissom's piercing glare.

"Greg," commanded Grissom. "What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors," he paused, raising an eyebrow at the young lab rat. "I think you know what I mean."

Greg nervously raised his eyes to look at his boss but quickly looked down again when he saw the intimidating look on Grissom's face. "I didn't actually see anything, I just…uh…overheard you and Sara…um…talking," he stuttered.

"Be that as it may Greg, I trust I won't be hearing about this from anyone else?" Grissom confirmed.

"Uh…yeah...sure. Not a word," mumbled Greg, examining the shiny staple that held his paperwork together.

"Good," said Grissom, turning to leave and almost walking straight into Nick.

"Hey Griss," said Nick, by way of greeting.

"Nick," replied Grissom, with a curt nod of his head, walking off down the corridor.

A huge sigh came from Greg's direction and Nick turned to look at his friend. "Man, what was that all about?" Nick asked.

"Trust me you don't wanna know," replied Greg, rolling his eyes.

Nick walked over and took seat at the desk. "You didn't piss him off again did you?" he quizzed.

"I guess you could say that," said Greg morosely.

"Okay spill it Greg, what did ya do this time?" Nick asked with a chuckle.

"Well it wasn't even my fault," Greg replied exasperated. "I was just going to pass on the DNA results and I kinda walked in on them," he explained, looking completely disgusted.

Nick looked confused. "Huh? Them? Greg what are you talking about?"

Greg suddenly remembered Grissom's warning. "Sorry Nick, I'm not allowed to tell you anything," he said.

"Said who?" asked Nick. "Grissom? Come on Greg you can't leave me hanging," he pleaded.

Greg looked at him, mulling things over in his mind. "Okay, I'll tell you," he agreed. "But you have to swear that you won't tell anyone else, not even Cath or Warrick. Otherwise 'Gruesome Grissom' will skin me alive and dump the body parts," he said dramatically.

"Scouts honour," replied Nick with a smile, giving some kind of three-finger salute.

"That's not the scout salute," informed Greg. "But it's close enough," he smirked. Leaning closer to Nick, he began the tale of what had occurred earlier that night.

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