How to Hook a Killer

by Flame Angel Lee Maxwell

Greg, our favorite lab tech, has found a killer's secret. When he tells one of his friends, he inadvertently places her in the killer's crosshairs. He's racing the clock and battling the evidence for clues to save her. :::CURRENTLY ON HIATUS:::

1. It's What I Do

How to Hook a Killer

Chapter One: It's What I Do

A Greg fic

By: Ri

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A/N:

I do not own CSI, much to my chagrin. I do, however, own a HOMICIDE cap, if that means anything, as well as an extensive collection of bones and forensic books, as well as the CSI Season Two DVD pack. Ha, in a sense, I own Greg. *ponders* Very interesting… I like this. Anyways, The fic is a work stemming from my anguish over not finding any Greg fics (that are worthy of note.) That on it's own pissed me off, but all the GS fics really began to worry me. So, for a fresh change, I'm writing a Greg fic. Glee! And, I might have future Greg/OC pairings, although I'm still mulling over this decision. Anyhow, this is around season four, as far as events and so forth. Enjoy and much love to Greg.

Greg: Hey! I'm getting a fanfic about me?

Yes.

Greg: Really? Hmmm… Not that I'm complaining, but, why?

Because we love you.

Greg: Cool. Go ahead.

Squee. Want to add anything?

Greg: Nah, not really. I'm just going to hang out here for a while.

Until Thursday?

Greg: And then some.

SQUEE!

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Another day, another swab. Greg was sitting on his stool, finishing the last bits of the mitochondria DNA test that Catherine had requested on the body of the hooker that had been uncovered in the desert, with all identifying markers removed, to compare to the grieving mother who was trying to bring her daughter home. The test tube finished it's processing in the machine, and now he had to separate each individual marker of the DNA from both women to compare to each other. After a tedious and tense hour, he had his results printing when Catherine popped her head into his lab.

"Tell me something good, Greg."

"Well, the DNA I pulled is a match, however, I ran the hair that you recovered in the vic's hands. I had enough time to run it, and found that you're looking for a close relation to the vic. Seven markers match the mother and three match the victim."

"Damn," she muttered as she took the results from him, "Thanks Greg, I appreciate it."

"It's what I do Cat." he answered, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms, eyes falling on his inbox.

"It's what I do…"