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And that one singular comment, those six words, had opened a Pandora's Box of questions. Characters not mine.

Chapter Four: Hot Case

"Hey, Greggo," Nick's voice in the doorway temporarily drew his attention away from the paper.

Greg quickly shoved the paper in his pocket, not wanting Nick to see it. How would he explain that? 'Oh, I thought I'd just check and make sure Hailey was really yours…Just in case,' Yeah, That would go over well.

"We need you in the field." The older man said, tapping his foot impatiently.

He shrugged, knowing he wouldn't be able to chance looking at the results with Nick around. "Yeah, I'm coming."

Nick nodded, following Greg out of the room.

"You have got to be kidding me…?" Greg exhaled sharply. "You dragged me out here to process an entire football field? By myself?"

Nick and Warrick nodded. "I called the body and Nick's taking the stands." Warrick said.

Greg rolled his eyes, setting his kit down in the grass beside him. "You do know I'm watching Hailey again tonight, right?"

Nick looked up. "I thought Sara was off tonight."

"No," Greg replied. "Grissom called her in to help him with his hot case. She asked me to watch her again, figuring you'd be pulling a double again." He'd found out that Nick was spending more time at the lab than Sara used to when she'd first come to Vegas.

Nick glared at him. "Well, leave when you have to…" he said walking up to the stairs to the metal stands while Warrick headed back to his car.

After several minutes of bagging and tagging the random pieces of garbage that were lying on the large field after a football hazing that had left a boy dead not three hours ago, had he finally watched Nick walk into the broadcasting booth at the top of the stairs.

He took his opportunity to pull the piece of paper out of his pocket, quickly reading over the paper several times.

"Nick, I'm headed out!" he yelled up to him. Only after Nick had acknowledged this did he leave, knowing he had to make a stop before going to pick up Hailey.

"Sara."

She looked up from the case file she was looking over. "Greg?"

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He did not appear to be in a good mood.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Wordlessly, Greg handed her the paper that he'd had clutched in his fist the entire drive over.

"What am I looking at?"

"I'll give you a hint. One of them is Hailey, the other is not Nick." Greg huffed and walked out of the room.

Okay, I was extremely tempted to leave this for tomorrow and actually be conscious for the cook-out, college thing and vet appointment I have to go to tomorrow, but I said I wouldn't leave you on a cliffie and I didn't. So, enjoy! And another hint. There is one line in the first chapter, if you type it in google it will tell you what inspired me, it will be painfully obvious. Review!