Author's Note: I'm sorry Grissom I didn't mean to make you so mean, but someone's gotta do it! Remember it was for the readers (and reviewers!)

X

The conversation was long; the rules never-ending. Riley was annoyed.

The two CSIs had gone from, at work at least, lovers to friends to friendly acquaintances. No flirting. No conversing about anything but work. No taking their breaks together. And all so that Grissom wouldn't tell Ecklie. Riley was past annoyed.

Riley looked over at Greg seated at the bar next to her. He sipped at his water. Riley was thoroughly amused at Greg's ability to drink. More like lack thereof. He had drunk less than half a glass of Merlot before ordering his water. Riley smirked, and downing a shot of vodka, ordered her fourth. She smiled gleefully at the look that Greg gave her. A smile that said, bold and slightly lopsided, "I don't get drunk". She knew she was tipsy that much was obvious. She wasn't drunk enough for a hangover though.

"Grissom didn't mean to be such an ass," started Greg. Riley was slightly put off by Greg's attempt to cover for his boss. "I think that it's his way of protecting us from office romances-"

"You really look up to him, don't you?" she cut in.

"Yeah I do. I think that he's kinda stuck in his own 'Sara World'-"

"You miss her too, don't you?"

"Yes. I miss her very much."

"I'm sorry"

"Come on," said Greg, changing the topic, "Let's get out of here. Let's go home."

Riley smiled, and stumbled out of her seat. Okay maybe a little more than tipsy she thought as Greg latched on to her arm.

X

"Sanders."

"Hey Greg," said the familiar Texan accent. "Get yourself and Riley down to Stadium road 12th street. We've got a triple homicide, and I need you two here ."

"You know about us too," droned Greg dejectedly.

Nick laughed that loud I'm-from-Texas-laugh, and said "Come on, we all figured it out."

"I think that the real clue," he continued, growing more serious, "was how happy you were. I mean we all lost our edge after Warrick, but you're coming back. You're becoming the old Greg again. The happy-go-lucky Greg who still trusts the world no matter how much shit it's put him through."

"Yeah. I guess we were kinda obvious," said Greg with a laugh. "We'll be there in fifteen."

X

"You wanna call it?" Greg asked Riley.

"Father comes in through the front door," said Riley pointing to the prints on the doorknob that had been traced back to the father. He sees the daughter on the landing, with gun to her back. She's shot and falls down the stairs. GSR around the back wound suggests the killer was leading her downstairs and shot her on the landing. The father rushes to her side. Falls to his knees. And the killer shoots him in the head. The mother is still upstairs. According to the autopsy report the daughter died before the mother. So the killer goes back upstairs. The mother's in her dressing room. The killer shoots her in the back."

The three CSIs looked up as Bobby D entered the layout room. "The father was shot with a different gun then the other vics. The bullets that killed the mother and girl are a match to the gun you recovered from the crime scene. Which according to Mandy has the fathers prints on it."

"Thanks Bobby," said Nick.

"So the father kills the daughter then the mother and then someone kills him?" said a confused Greg.

"What if the father and the other killer were accomplices? The killer changes his mind and kills off the father too," suggested Nick.

"But why would the father come in threw the front door and the killer through the bathroom window?" asked Riley.

Nick's pager went off.

"It's Mandy," he said walking out of the room, and meeting Mandy in the print lab.

"You know how the prints on the doorknob were blurred," started Mandy. "Turns out there were two sets of prints. One was the dad's. The other pair came back to a Henry Dwyer. The prints indicate he left through the front door, while the father entered. The prints match the ones on the window sill in the bathroom."

"Thanks Mandy," said Nick grinning. "You've been a big help."

X

"I'm Detective Brass. CSI Stokes," he pointed towards Nick.

"These," said Nick, pushing three photos across the table, "are photos of a family we believe you helped kill."

Henry Dwyer looked puzzled.

"You entered through the bathroom window, and came downstairs. This man- Nick pointed to the father's picture- is Peter Friar. He killed his wife and family and then you killed him." Nick looked up at Brass. They exchanged nervous glances. They didn't really have any evidence connecting Marvin. They just had to get Henry to crack, and then confess. They were lucky he had refused a lawyer.

"Look I...He asked me to do it. He said that he wanted to die. But that he didn't want anyone to inherit his money. He looked sick so I thought he was just rambling. Next thing I know he's paying me and I'm breaking into his house. He said to make it look professional so that know one would know that he sorta' committed suicide. He didn't wanna' ruin his reputation. He killed the family. I didn't know nothin' 'bout that. He sad that they were ungrateful and that he didn't want them to inherit is money. I was angry. I said I wouldn't kill him. But he said that if I didn't do it he would kill me instead. I shot him and bolted."

"Where's the gun?" asked Brass roughly.

"I tossed it."

"You're under arrest, Mr. Marvin. Get him out of here," he continued to Officer James.

"If he hires a good lawyer, we may not get him," Brass said to Nick, as they entered the observation room. "But otherwise we might get lucky."

"Case closed."

X

"Mmm," muttered Greg sleepily. He turned Riley around so that her back was facing him. This was how he liked it.

Greg opened his eyes. Frowning as Riley turned towards him again.

"Stop it..." he muttered, trying in vain to turn her again.

"I love you, Greg," said Riley kissing him gently.

"Love you too, Ri..."

X

"Hey Griss..." said Greg, entering the entomologist's office

"Greg?" said Grissom, taking off his glasses.

"Griss- I know that you did what you had too. I respect you're decision and- Look I don't wanna ruin our relationship because of that. And you made the right choice. We didn't realise it at the time, but we were getting the easy way out. I mean, I can't imagine workin' a different shift as you guys."

"I'm sorry that it couldn't turn out better Greg."

"We're happy, Griss, and that's all that matters."

"Good," said Grissom. "Stay happy Greg."

THE END