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Sorry that this story is so dumb, I just felt like writing something…

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Nick and Greg walked into the lab.

"I'm going to talk to Grissom." Nick said.

"I'll be in the lab." Greg said.

Greg went into the DNA lab as Nick head to Grissom's office.

"Yo Greg I was wondering when you would get here!" 

Greg saw Sara standing at Greg's desk. Greg set down his case and threw off his jacket and putted on his lab coat.

"Sorry Sara, big case, what do you want me to do?" Greg asks and sat down in his chair.

"Grissom and I got some hair fibers off the victim, want to know what it is." She handed him a bag. Greg took it without hesitation. "I'll only check it if you turn on my stereo."

Sara rolled her eyes and she turned it on and Black Flag filled up the lab.

Sara groaned in disgust as she heard the music, "How could you listen to this stuff!?"

"It's the way I live baby." Greg teases as he uses tweezers to pull the hair out from the bag and places it on a slide.

Sara stiffens a small laugh, "Bye Greggo." She said and left the lab, leaving Greg bobbing his head to the music.

            "And there's no body!" Nick said, explaining his and Greg's case to Grissom.

Grissom took off his glasses. "Nick, don't you remember anything I told you?"

Grissom walked out of his office with Nick following him.

"Follow the evidence?" Nick guessed.

"Did you get a sample of the blood?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you check the phone for DNA?" Grissom.

"Uh…" Nick sigh, "No."

Grissom smiled, "See there's always a clue."

"I'll get Greg and we'll go back to the crime scene."

"Make sure he gets his test done first." Grissom ordered.

"GRISSOM!"

Grissom turned around to see the spike hair lab rat running after him.

"Have you seen Sara?" he asks.

"I'm meeting here in the autopsy room."

Greg nodded, "Oh well tell her that the hair fiber that you guys got from your victim is tiger hair, what does that mean?"

Grissom smiled at him, "I'll know soon, I'll let you know after you finish your case."

Greg turned back to Nick as Grissom walked down the hall.

"Lets go!" Nick said.

Greg nodded and clamp his hands together, "Let me get my stuff!"

            -CLICK!-

Greg took another picture of the blood puddle. "You know this seems kinda useless since we don't know how the guy died."

Nick groaned, not hearing what Greg as he dust the phone for prints.

"There's nothing!" Nick yelled. "The guy must have worn gloves the phone!"

"Check the speaker." Greg suggested, taking another picture of the puddle.

"Why? A guy usually doesn't hold the phone from down there."

Greg sigh, "No, check it for saliva."

Nick stared at him, "Salvia?"

"Remember when a person talks salvia usually comes out of their mouths."

Nick held up his forefinger, "I knew that," he said.

Greg rolled his eyes, "Right…"

Nick grabbed a spray bottle that contains iodine in it. He sprays it on the bottom of the phone.

Greg got up, "There is nothing out of the ordinary about this puddle, usually when a guy gets up, and blood stills drips if he's still injured, right?"

Nick glances up, "It's the way of gravity man."

Greg glances back down.

"BAM!" Nick yelled.

Greg looked up, "Got saliva?"

Nick nodded, "Oh yeah," and he took a small piece of cloth and spray the iodine on it and wiped it. Blue dots showed on the pad. He places it in a plastic bag and putted it in her case.

"What if the killer rolled him into a bag or something and got rid of the body?" Greg wondered.

"Possibility, we'll know more when we find the dude."

"Did Brass get any information on who own this house or something because it seems to me that nobody lives here."

Nick nodded and picked up his case, "Yeah he said that it belonged to this company or something but it won't give its name." Nick headed towards the door, "I'm going back to the lab and run the blood and saliva, you're coming?"

Greg shook his head, "I'm going to search the house more and learn more about this missing person."

Nick nodded, "My cell phone is on!"

Greg nodded and waved goodbye to Nick. He picked up his silver suitcase with his equipments and walked out of the poolroom. He headed into the kitchen and looked around. No letters, newspapers or magazines Greg realizes. He opened the refrigerator door and saw that nothing was in there expect for a few beers and some cheese. Greg picked up the cheese and sniffed it. "Whoa!" he shouted and threw the cheese back into the fridge, "That's some very old cheese!"

Greg shook his head and shut the fridge. He walked into the living room in the next room it was huge. The only problem was there was no furniture. "What the hell?" Greg wondered. He decided to go upstairs and check the bedrooms. The stairs creaked as he headed up and he completely regretted being here by himself. He headed towards the bedroom and opened the door. All was there was a bed and a desk. Greg walked towards the desks and finds the laptop.

He opens it and to his surprise, it was on. He found that the guy had an email address. He maximizes it and click the mini envelope to see the subject of the message.

To Greg's shock and surprise it read: SUBJECT: TO GREG SANDERS