Aggressive

By HarmZuay

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation or any of its characters. They belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Bloody Leninists.

Rating: PG-13 for language and violence.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, guys! I really appreciate them! spikes-storm and megs23: Thanks a lot! Keep an eye out for Chapter Four. I'll send it your way to look over as soon as I get it typed up. Aeryn Lavanthia: Fear not. More Greg is on the way! Em: Glad to hear you liked it. Their names will play a role in one of the coming chapters. CrazEELizzEE, Lauren, and Capt. Cow: Thanks for reviewing, and I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Chapter Three – Shima Who?

For the second time in as many hours, Nick stalked into the DNA lab, dragging a disgruntled Sara behind him.        

"Y'all rustle up some suspects yet?" Greg asked in a comical Western twang, spinning around several times in his lucky swivel chair.   

"Greg," Sara warned, sensing Nick's mood.         

"Look, man," Nick started, grabbing Sara's arm as she tried to sneak out of the lab. "You've gotta tell me everything you know about this skateboarding stuff so-"       

Greg cut him off before he could finish. "Whoa! You so did not just say skateboarding. It's called aggressive inline. C'mon, man, say it with me..."     

"Whatever, man. I was close enough."     

"Nick, comparing skateboarding to agro inline is like comparing Tony Hawk to Brian Shima."           

"Soooooorry, Greg. I…" He trailed off, suddenly realizing that Sara had made that comment, not Greg. Before he could say anything else, Greg had launched himself out of his chair and grabbed Sara in a gigantic bear hug.   

"I told you we were perfect for each other!"           

"Sara?!"

"So I watch a little ESPN. That doesn't- Greg get off me! –that doesn't mean anything. I'm just familiar with a few of the skaters."           

"Alley-oop topsoul 180 out?" Greg tested her.      

"Soyale to acid soul 360 out," she countered without batting an eye.         

"Uhh…" Nick looked at them as if they'd just turned into giant pink ducks with hundreds of tiny tentacles growing out of their bills and one eye on a stalk mounted on their backs. Well maybe not that bad. Fine. Without the pink part.        

"Sweet! Wanna skate with me sometime?" Greg asked, ecstatic.  

Sara shrugged. "I can't skate. My nephew does though. That soyale combo is his favorite trick." This time Sara grabbed Nick's arm before he could dodge out the doors.      

"What'd you need again, Nick?" Greg asked him. 

Nick sighed. "Alright, I've gotta know what kind of role skating plays in these guys lives. Motive enough to kill?"        

"First you've gotta understand skating. Especially since you confused it with boarding. A lot of those wood-pushers around here are posers who think wearing black and piercing their lip makes them punk. But skating- inline skating is different. It takes a lot longer to learn the tricks and a hell of a lot more commitment. Boarders can bail at any time. Blading, you've gotta ride it out.

"It's a lot more of a soul and style sport too. Royales and pornstars don't look really good unless they're smooth and low. Those are grinds," he supplied in response to Nick's confused look. 

"What else… top rollers in the world are Brian Shima, Chris Haffey, Alex Broskow, and Fabiola da Silva. The fact that she's really hot plays no role whatsoever."

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Sara interjected. "Shima, sure, but John Julio and Dustin Latimer kick-"

"Shima who? Man, I don't think all that really matters. Just... would it be a possible motive for murder?"

Greg shrugged. "Could be. I mean, all those guys were pretty hard core. But I haven't been skating with them much since stuff's been picking up around here. You'd have to check with the rest of the crew."          

Nick groaned. "Didn't we get all of them?"

"Almost. You had Taz, Kor, and Aviv, right? That just leaves Surge and Petey."

"They have nicknames too?" He looked like he was about to cry.   

"Of course, ranger. You should be able to find them at Jackpot today around eleven-ish."    

"Fine. Let's go. Sara, you're my skate intel person. If you don't know, then we'll call Greg."

"Why don't we just bring him with us?" Sara suggested.

"Why don't you ask him. He is in the same room," Greg commented sarcastically, rolling over to the printer.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Alright. Wanna go on a field trip, Greggo?"   

"Can't. I've got to wait for the results on those epithelials you gave me." Nick opened the door to go as the printer spit out a piece of paper. "All done. Yeah, I'll go. By the way, these are the skin cells from under the vic's fingernails." He handed the sheet to Nick. "Positive for DNA. It's XY, but I need something to compare it to." 

Sara held the door for Nick and Greg as they exited the lab. "You're pretty sure there's a good chance these guys are gonna be at the skate park?"

"Oh yeah. Real good chance."    

"Then you should have some donors for comparison very soon."

A/N: One of the shorter chapters, but the next one should be a little bit longer. And there's some more action too. Yeeeeah. This was kind of a skating crash-course if you will, as well as a bit of character insight. Also, this should be my last un-betaed chapter, so any of htose gramattical or speling erors you spot wil hopefuly be gon in futire chaptrs. Plz reeveiw!! (Haha, isn't that so annoying to read?)