A/N: I know you guys have been reading this fic and I really appreciate it, but I'd like at least some of you to tell me what you think by reviewing. I'm not asking everyone to review every chapter, but maybe once in a while someone can give me their opinion on this. Thanks in advance.

A/N #2: There may not be updates for a while because I have a whole load of final assessment stuff to do for school.

A/N #3: YOU BETTER REVIEW THIS CHAP, HEATHER! Greather will be canon, you say. I made it canon in this chapter!

A/N #4 (For people who have no earthly idea what I was talking about in A/N #3): One of my very good friends, Heather, is obsessed with Greg and ships Greather, which, is Greg+Heather. I did her a favor in this chapter and made it fanfic-canon.

A/N #5: Enough authors' notes! On with the fic!

Trent Buchanan's townhouse was the one of a typical computer nerd. Very little ordinary furniture, with most surplus space being filled with electronics of some sort or other. Sara and the Sergeant perched onto small, grimy-looking chairs, while Trent merely plopped himself on the floor. "So…" Sara ventured, deciding this would be a good place to start as any, "Let's start with your relationship with Barbie. Don't take offense, but you are not the kind of guy who usually lands a girl like her." Trent adjusted his position on the floor. "I've been asked that many more times than you can count. Well, it went like this: She fell out with her brother fifteen years ago, when she was a teenage runaway. She was only thirteen then. When Barbie was twenty, she wanted to get back in touch with her brother Jonathan, so she hired me to do it. Apparently, all those internet trawls had caused us to fall in love with each other," Trent said, rolling his eyes. "And there's Julie. After she was born, we didn't break up, per se, but we drifted apart and Julie lived with Barbie. She did visit me twice a week though."

Trent held up a hand to silence O'Riley, who he could see was about to speak. "I saw her for the last time three days ago," Trent informed him. O'Riley jotted down notes and started asking Trent questions, while Sara poked around.

Catherine, Warrick, Nick and Brass were chilling out in a diner. They had just wrapped up the cop shooting case. There were lots of loose ends though, ones that none of them could tie up. So they decided to leave that to everyone else. "I put out a broadcast on an orange Lamborghini for Greg," Brass said thickly through a mouthful of bacon and eggs. "If we locate it, Greg might need us to pitch in on his case," he continued. Catherine, Warrick, and Nick merely nodded. At that moment, Brass' phone rang. Picking it up, he said: "Brass. Yes. I did." After a pause, "Are you sure? Red Rock Canyon? Okay. Thank you." Brass hung up and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "They found Annie Simonovic's car. Near Red Rock Canyon. It was apparently abandoned and detailed. Probably to get rid of any incriminating evidence," Brass said, addressing his colleagues. Everyone got ready to leave, as Nick paid the bill.

Greg was getting seriously sick of sitting, eating, and doing nothing else. He was just nodding off as his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, his eyes widened. "Heather?!" he said incredulously to the voice on the other end. "Didn't I tell you not to call me at work?" Heather replied, "You know you love it when I call you, no matter where you are." Greg could just imagine her smirking. They exchanged witty comments for a few minutes until Greg noticed that his phone was vibrating in his palm. "Heather, baby, Detective Brass is calling me. I'll get to you later." He pressed a few buttons on his cell phone, and lifting it to his ear again, said, "Brass? Yeah. Okay. Coming."

Sara, finding nothing of particular interest in the house, decided to interrupt O'Riley's interrogation. "Excuse me, Mr. Buchanan? Would you mind if I look in your garage?" Trent nodded dismissively, saying, "Be my guest." Sara exited through the back door. She peered in the garage, seeing a rusty Chevy Impala. Spotting some large shelves and cupboards on her left, she opened some. Most were empty save for a few unused power tools, but when Sara pushed the tools aside, she found a stack of sawed-out two-by-fours stuffed in the back. She closed the cupboard and headed back inside to ask Trent about the planks of wood.

Catherine, Warrick, and Nick all piled into Brass' car. Nick sat in front with Brass, while Catherine and Warrick slid into the backseat. Whilst Brass drove, everyone else either stared out of the window, or, occasionally, complained about his driving skills. There came an unexpected shriek from the backseat, and Nick turned around in alarm only to find Catherine laughing. After a moment, both Catherine and Warrick were chortling extremely loudly, with Catherine saying, in between giggles, "Stop it! Stop poking me! Find something else to do!" But Warrick was unrelenting.

Greg started driving. He turned on the radio and starting humming along, until he realized he'd forgotten to do something. Taking his phone from his pocket, he pressed a number on speed dial. Heather, for of course it was she, immediately answered. "Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?" Greg asked. Heather giggled and began talking.