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Spoilers: Season 7

Nick looked at Greg and Buddy. "I take that's your dog."

"He's going to help me prove the paw prints we found came from a Sheltie. If Jack happens to have Peanut, this'll put him at the dump site. Dog couldn't get out there by itself."

The three out them reached the garage. Greg clipped buddy's leash to a table and found the crime scene photos of the prints from the scene. Then Greg turned his attention to the dog.

Buddy wagged his tail and yelped happily. Unfortunately, another trait of Shelties was the uncanny ability to be heard at least five blocks away.

"Shut it." Greg muttered, not wanting the entire lab to hear what he was up to just yet.

Nick laughed. "Why is it that the smaller the dog, the louder they bark?"

"Beats me." Sanders set up a roll of paper on the floor to have his dog run across, and set up another get him to walk. Then he led Buddy over to On side of the first roll. Nick held him while Greg put ink on the bottoms of paws. It was very difficult, as the animal kept trying to lick both nick and his owner.

Stokes laughed. "You know, one of my Dad's neighbors had a dog like that to herd his sheep and horses. Everyone thought he nuts, but the dog was good at his job, ate less then the border collies, and was a friendlier."

Greg shook his head and walked to the other end of the paper. "Let him go when I whistle."

Nick nodded, and after a few seconds, Greg gave an odd chirping whistle. Stokes released Buddy. The little dog trotted right over to his owner, barking the whole way.

Sara walked into the garage. "I thought I heard a dog barking."

Buddy tried to jump out of Greg's arms and greet Sara, accidentally kicking Greg in his all ready sore ribs. Sanders immediately dropped him, hissing in pain.

"You all right?" Sara was concerned for her friend.

Greg looked up at her. "Fine. There was a little excitement earlier tonight, but I'll live."

Nick was also worried. "You really should make sure that those ribs aren't broken, G."

"I'm okay." Greg insisted. He took Buddy by the collar and led him back across the room.

"Please don't tell me that you're experimenting on your dog."

"Just borrowing his paws for a moment." Greg reapplied the ink to Buddy's paws and led him down the second roll of paper. Then, he wiped his dog's paws.

Sara was a little curious. "What exactly are you trying to prove?"

"Our killer dognapped a Sheltie belonging to the victim. She left prints at the scene. I'm just proving that the prints belonged to a Shetland Sheepdog. The killer may still be keeping the victim's champion Sheltie." Greg explained.

Sara nodded and scratched Buddy behind his ears. He licked her hand. "Cute little thing aren't you?"

Buddy wagged his tail. Greg asked her for a favor. "Can you keep an eye on him for a couple of hours? We're still waiting for a warrant, and Buddy really shouldn't be in the lab. He's shedding like crazy and the last thing I need is Grissom yelling at me for letting him run loose."

"As long as he's housebroken and doesn't mind other dogs." Sara was thinking of the Boxer that she and Grissom owned.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Buddy liked other dogs. "Thanks." Greg handed her Buddy's leash.

The cell phone in pocket buzzed. Greg pulled it out and spoke to whoever was one the other line for a few minutes. "Thanks, Brass." He said, then hung up..

"Our warrant came through." Greg announced. "We need to get going."

A/N: sorry it's so short. Right now it's too hot and too late at night to focus. I will put up another soon. Please leave some reviews. It'll help me write the next chapter faster if I hear from you. Thanks.