There it was! In his car! Although he had no idea how it got there, it was on the back seat.

Happy that he didn't lose it somewhere else, he drove to work.

"So when's the locksmith coming?" Nick asked Greg while putting his work boots on in the locker room.

"The day after tomorrow," Greg replied.

"What's taking them so long?"

"They're probably busy. Besides, it's not urgent. It's not like I lost my keys with the address on." He gave Nick a smile.

Julian walked up, coming around the corner, listening to their conversation the whole time. "Hey guys."

"Hi."

"What's up?" Julian asked, smiling at Greg and not even looking at Nick.

"We were just talking about lazy locksmiths," he replied smiling.

"You're going to change the locks?"

He nodded.

"If someone finds your keys, they won't know where you live, anyways, so why do you think you need to change the locks?" Julian glanced over to Nick, sure that he was the one who convinced Greg it's necessary.

"I know, but it's kind of a weird feeling, that someone could have the keys to my apartment. It might be silly, but I think I'll feel more comfortable with a new lock."

Julian nodded, trying to hide the anger he was feeling. He didn't say anything else and just walked out.

"Do you even remember losing your keys?" Nick asked as he gazed after Julian.

"No. Why?"

"The shirt Julian is wearing today. Don't you have the same one?"

"You think Julian stole my keys to steal my clothes?" Greg didn't know if he should be offended or amused about that.

"His reaction was kind of weird, don't you think? He tried to talk you out of getting a new lock!"

"No he didn't." He rolled his eyes. "What he said is true. There's no need to change my locks, I just want to."

"And how do you explain the shirt, then?"

"I doubt it's mine, he probably just bought one that looks like it."

Nick gave him a look. "We'll look for your shirt in our lunch break, alright?"

Knowing Nick wouldn't stop with this accusations until proven wrong, he agreed to do that, but wasn't happy about it.

After Sara asked Greg if he borrowed Julian that shirt, he was wondering if it was just a coincidence or not, too, so him and Nick went over to his place to look for that shirt.

" 'He's a nice guy, we're friends now, stop being so distrustful,' blah blah blah," Nick said, leaning against the bedroom's doorway with his arms crossed. "And now, look what happened."

Greg gave him an annoyed look while going through his closet. "You'll feel pretty silly when I find that shirt."

"I don't think you will find it. And even if you do, it still doesn't change anything about him being a creepy stalker."

Greg laughed humorlessly. "A stalker? Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

"Not if you don't fi..."

"Found it!" Greg said joyful with the shirt in his hand. "There, happy now? He didn't steal anything from me."

Nick rolled his eyes.

"Don't be shy." Greg grinned. "You can say it. You were wrong."

"That's not enough for me to prove I'm wrong." Nick walked out the door. "Now come on, let's get back to work!"