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Greg tried his best to stay focused at work and he somewhat succeeded. After three hours at a murder scene together with Sara, he finally got back to the lab. With a box full of evidence in his hands that needed processing, he hurried into the A/V lab where Archie and Nick were sitting at a computer. "Any news yet?"
"Not yet," Archie answered. "But we're getting there."
"What do you have there?" Nick asked, trying to distract Greg a bit.
"Just evidence and stuff. Have you tried to..." Greg walked towards the two, but Nick got off his seat to stop him.
"Just let us do our work, alright? There's nothing you can do right now. Concentrate on your own case, we'll get you when we find anything new."
Greg didn't take Nick's advice very well, he was pretty annoyed by his friend. But there was something worse worrying him. "No, no, no! Don't! Please, it's not... Alright. Yeah, sure. Thanks..." he said as he hung up the phone, right when Nick walked into the break room. He grunted angrily and annoyed.
"What's wrong?" Nick frowned as he walked towards the coffee machine.
"It's... my parents. They saw the video."
"...What?" Nick asked surprised as she stopped walking. "How?"
"It's on the news, Nick. Everyone will see it!"
"Wait, what? They showed this on the news?"
Greg shrugged. "Apparently they didn't show my face, but my mom recognized me anyway."
"...How bad did they react?"
Greg laughed humorless. "Well the fact that my dad called says a lot. I could hear my mom sobbing in the background." He shook his head. "I knew this would happen."
"...I'm sure they'll be fine."
"Yeah well, I'm not. My mom's already packing her bags to come here. They don't care that I don't want them here."
Nick frowned. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Greg shrugged. "I can't take her right now, I can't have her here. It's too much. I just hope I can convince them to stay at a hotel." He propped his head on his arms crossed on the table. "Please tell me you have any good news?"
Nick gave him a smile. "In fact, I have." He didn't plan to tell Greg this before they looked deeper into it, but he knew his friend needed something positive now. "We got the guy's address. The one who uploaded the video. Brass' guys are bringing him in right about now."
"I don't know what I was thinking, I just thought it was kinda funny..." the man who made the video, Peter Carlyle, said as he was being interrogated by Brass and Nick.
Nick gave him a look. "I'm sure your cell mate's gonna find that story pretty funny, too."
"...Cell mate? No, come on, man. I wasn't doing anything wrong! I checked for a pulse, the guy was fine."
"That doesn't change the fact that you didn't do anything to help him! You're not a doctor, you didn't know whether he needed medical assistance or not!"
"...So, is he dead or not?" Peter asked confused.
"He's alive."
"...So what the hell are we talking about then?!"
Nick got off his seat, kicking his chair in desperation. "Do you believe that guy?!" he asked Brass enraged.
"Alright, let's focus. Your little video gave us a good idea of the accident, what about the guy who caused it?" Brass asked, trying to get some information out of that guy.
Peter sighed annoyed. "I don't know, I was pretty scared, you know."
"Scared? Didn't sound scared on the videos. Seemed like you had a pretty good time," Nick chimed in annoyed.
"Yeah but only after the driver left! He had a gun, okay?"
"A gun? There's no gun on the video."
"Cheap camera, crappy solution. The gun's there, I'm telling you. First I thought the guy got out of the car to make sure the other driver was okay, but now I think he wanted to make sure he wasn't."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"It looked like he went over there to shoot him. When he saw he was unconscious, he left."
"How about his face? Can you describe him?"
"Nah-ah. No, didn't see anything."
Greg was too proud to admit it, but he was getting overwhelmed with everything that was happening around him at the moment. As if the accident and getting locked inside his own home wasn't enough, learning that his parents were going to visit him because of the video of the accident going viral was pushing him closer to the edge. A week after the accident, working was almost impossible as he couldn't quite concentrate. Russell had noticed, so he decided to keep him near him and keep an eye on him.
"How's it going?" Russell asked with a smile on his face as he walked into the evidence room.
Greg had been stuck in there for almost three hours. Him and Russell were at a crime scene together and he was in the lab ever since they came back. "Almost done."
Russell looked at his watch. "Already? It was quite a lot of evidence."
"I'll only have another hour to work on it, I hope. But I'm gonna take a break before tackling the last bit."
Russell nodded. "Henry just made a fresh pot of coffee in the break room."
Greg shook his head. "I'll actually head out for a while and get a coffee to go. I could use some fresh air."
As Greg stepped out of the lab, he felt like someone was watching him. It was an eery feeling he tried not to give any attention to, he felt like that most of the time at the moment. It was a feeling that had disappeared for quite some long time now and he wondered why it came back, but figured it was due to the accident.
As he walked two corners away from the lab, towards the diner he wanted to get coffee from, Scott – the guy who locked Greg inside his own bedroom - hid in a dark alley, grabbed the CSI and pulled him towards him. Without even realizing who was attacking him, Greg fought back, elbowing Scott and trying to run away. But Scott caught up to him and pushed him to the ground, kicking him. Picking the CSI up from the ground again, he shoved him from behind against a wall. Scott used his body weight to push Greg against it. "Where are they, you lying bastard?!"
"...Wh-What?!" Greg yelled desperately, shocked over Scott's sudden appearance.
He kept on trying to fight back, but Scott grabbed the CSIs injured hand, twisted it behind his back and used it to push him harder. "Where are they?!" Greg wanted to cry out in pain, but Scott muffled the sound with his hand. "Where?!"
"...Who do you mean?" the CSI asked defeated and frightened as Scott put his hand off of Greg's mouth.
"The diamonds! Where are they?!"
"...Wh-What?"
Scott twisted Greg around, grabbing his face and slamming his head against the wall. "I fell for that once and I'm not about to make that mistake again! You took them out of the bear and they're mine!"
"Please, I don't know what you're talking about!" Greg begged for his life, but it only caused Scott to get more aggressive.
He grabbed Greg's injured hand and smashed it against the wall. "Let me give you a piece of advice. This is not a situation in which lying can get you out of trouble. Ask the guy who caused your car accident. I've got his head in my bag. You wanna ask him?"
Greg's terror-filled eyes stared into Scott's. "...You killed him?"
"Didn't give me much of a choice, he stole the diamonds, but claims you have half of it."
"B-but I don't..."
Scott looked deep into Greg's eyes. Even the man who crashed into Greg's denali broke quicker with less pain inflicted on him. He was willing to believe Greg. "Then who does?"
