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"I still don't know who our Jane Doe is, but her DNA was found at a crime scene three months ago." Robin was walking next to Russell through the lab's hallways.

"Yeah? What kind of scene?"

"Backseat of a serial rapist's car."

Russell looked surprised. "Was she a victim or his accomplice?"

"We're not sure. They found her vaginal fluid and some blood, it suggests she was a victim, but it's not for sure." She handed him the files. "I guess you'll have to go and ask him."


As Greg walked by the interrogation room he glanced through the window, detecting Russell talking to a man he thought he knew from somewhere. He stopped in front of the window, staring inside, thinking. When the man got up and tried to throw his chair at Russell, he couldn't help but smile. When Russell and Brass walked out of the interrogation room, Greg decided to approach them. "Russell, what's this guy doing in here?"

"We're questioning him in our case, why?"

"I arrested him months ago. What does he have to do with the shootings? ...He didn't break out of prison, did he?"

Russell shook his head. "No, but he... he was involved with our Jane Doe. We're trying to find out how."

"What did he tell you?"

"Nothing. He threw his chair at our heads," Brass explained.

"I saw that." Greg smirked. "Want me to try?"

"You? You're off our case, you know that. And I bet you're the last person this guy wants to talk to right now."

"I wouldn't bet my money on that, Brass." Greg grinned. "He always said I reminded him of his brother and he was unusually nice to me."

"You bonded with that guy?" Russell raised his eyebrows disbelieving. The way he just experienced that man, he didn't believe he could be nice to anyone.

"I tried to be respectful, despite of what horrible things he did. We got much more information out of him that way."

Brass and Russell looked at each other thoughtful. "I don't know, Greg. Would you really be okay to talk to him?"

"Sure, if it helps. Just let me give it a try, alright?"


"...Sanders, right? Greg Sanders!" the rapist, Daniel Watts, exclaimed joyful. "I never thought I'd say this to a police guy, but... It's good to see you!" He opened his arms, meaning to go over and hug Greg, but an officer kept him from doing so. With 6'6'', he was a tall guy that did boxing as a workout. His physique was quite intimidating.

"Hey Dan," Greg said with a faint smile on his face. Him, Russell and Brass sat down.

"...These clowns are your colleagues?" Dan asked grinning.

"Well, uh, he's my boss, actually." Greg pointed at Russell. "They wanted to ask you a few questions but you didn't even let them."

"I won't tell them anything."

"We'd really appreciate your help identifying a victim of ours. You might've known her." Greg handed him a file with pictures of the Jane Doe, but Dan didn't even look at them. He threw them across the room. "I won't tell these guys anything." He gave Brass and Russell a vicious look.

"Then tell me."

"Nah-ah, not with them in the room."

Greg sighed, then leaned in to Russell to whisper to him. They whispered for a moment until they agreed that they'd leave the room. "See? They're gone. Now please, take a look at these pictures and tell me if you know her name."

Dan looked at the pictures. The look on his face changed. "...Why do you think I know her?"

"Because her DNA was found in your car three months ago when I processed it."

"And you're looking into it now?" he asked confused.

"We didn't have any samples to compare it with back then. Now that she's dead, we have."

Dan shrugged.

"Come on, she was in your car and you had sex with her. Whether or not it was consensual... I don't know, but that doesn't matter at the moment."

Dan seemed to be shutting down. He didn't want to answer any of Greg's questions despite being quite fond of the CSI.

Greg showed Dan his injured hand, hoping to prompt some of the brotherly feelings he had towards him. "See that? That's on her. She shot at me."

Dan frowned. "...She... did this?"

Greg nodded. "So can you help me?"

"Sorry, man. I can't."

"Well then..." Greg collected the pictures of the victim lying around the table with a disappointed look on his face.

"You know..." Dan said as he grabbed Greg's injured hand. The officer wanted to intervene, but Greg stopped him with a hand sign. "Jeff finished college last week." He had a big smile on his face as he talked about his little brother. "He's gonna be a hot-shot lawyer! I know it!"

"That's great, Dan," Greg said with a sad smile on his face. "Tell him I said hello when he visits."


Three days passed and Greg was working on another case at the moment as he started to feel a little bit better over the break up with Bridget. But all the work he'd done would go to waste in the next few minutes. He walked into the evidence room to ask Nick something about a case and was shocked to find Bridget talking to him. For a moment he thought about just turning around and walking away, but he was curious to find out what she was doing here. Plus, he wanted to work on being stronger. "Hey," he said, trying to act casual as he walked in.

"Hi Greg. Good to see you," Bridget said with an insecure smile on her face.

Greg looked at her for a second, then at Nick. "I need to talk to you about my case."

Before Nick could reply, Bridget took a few steps towards Greg. "I need to talk to you."

"What were you thinking coming here just because you wanted to talk to me? I'm busy."

"You wouldn't return my calls. I'm sure you can spare me two minutes."

Greg sighed. "Alright, two minutes... Follow me." They walked into the empty break room. "What do you want?"

"I want to apologize, Greg. I'm so sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it."

Greg crossed his arms. "Why are you saying that now?"

"Because I miss you. I took the last few days to think back on the time we spent together. It was nice, I enjoyed it. I don't want it to end."

He laughed humorlessly. "Are you really that lonely? You'd settle for me rather than to be alone?"

Bridget shook her head. "No. It's not that. I really like you. You can't blame me for being shocked over that bomb you dropped on me!"

"And it took you days to progress? Why can't you be honest with me... and yourself? You don't want to be with someone damaged. That's okay, I understand that."

"No. I can handle it. I want to!"

Greg rolled his eyes. "I didn't even tell you half the story and you freaked out. When you hear all of it, I'm sure you'll change your mind again."

She took a few steps to be close to Greg. "I'm sorry." She gently grabbed Greg's injured hand and stroke it. "I was caring and sympathetic when you got shot, right? Give me some time to adjust, that's only fair. And trust me, your patience will pay out..." When she tried to kiss him, Greg gently - but firmly - shoved her back.

"I think it's better for you to go now."

Without saying a single word, Bridget slapped him and stormed out of the break room.