Story Title: World Turned Over

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Chapter Title: In the Shadows

"I've got a butt," Greg said as Nick gave him an odd, unexpected look.

"A butt?" Nick asked not sure if he heard Greg correctly.

The young man grinned as he lifted his tweezers. "Cigarette butt," he dropped it in the evidence bag and looked at Nick. "What did you think I said?"

The Texan let out a chuckle and shook his head as he pulled out his flashlight. "You don't want to know."

Greg laughed and walked around the crime scene, David had taken the girl's body and now it was just him and Nick. Even though Greg did have some experience in the field he just didn't feel right sometimes. Felt like maybe it was the wrong thing to do. He had always had a place of his own. It was his lab. He controlled it, he was the one everyone came for, but now it was Mia's turn. Now he went to Mia or Hodges and it twisted his heart at times. He hated walking up to Hodges and asking for his results when Greg could just walk over to what use to be his lab and process.

"Hey Greg," Nick called out as he stared down at the track. "I've got blood over here." He then looked up and shone the flashlight closer towards the bleachers. "And goes here, and…there's a trail."

Greg's brow rose as he left his spot and walked closer towards Nick. "Where does it lead to?"
Nick's brow furrowed in concentration, "Leads towards here," and he began to follow the trail, Greg following. "Ends right-," he looked up.

"-at the school tennis courts," Greg finished Nick's sentence, "Another crime scene?"

"Possibly, but lets just took a closer look around and then see if we need to call Brass."

"Deal," Greg said smiling as he picked up his field kit and began to walk around the opposite side of the tennis courts. He shone his flashlight around looking for anything out of the ordinary but came up short.

Nick on the other hand was doing much better with evidence then Greg was. He found a hair tie and what look like a fingernail.

"I'm looking over here," Greg told Nick as he exited the tennis courts, "see if anything is close around here as in maybe beer bottles or something?"

Nick was too intrigued with the evidence he was collecting that he didn't even hear Greg.

So, Greg took that as a 'what ever' and set off into the grass near the baseball fields.

But then there were voices. Harsh sounding voices and that caught Greg's attention. They were coming from the woods behind the baseball fields and Greg slowly walked over towards the trees and listened again.

"That bitch is finally gone."

A guy teenager? Greg thought as a different voice was heard.

"She's such a loser. I mean, she thinks Marching Band is seriously better than cheerleading?"

A girl.

"Plus she got me suspended last year from hitting that stupid kid Larry Oren."

The girl laughed. "Why did you hit him?"

"He ratted on me, said that I was cheating or something on this huge test. The kid can go to hell for all I care."

And they laughed.

Greg felt sick as he listened to the two. He knew what it was like to try and survive in High School. He remembered exactly how it was.

He remembered the day when he got severely beaten up by some bullies. It was spring in his junior year and he was just getting ready to head to chess club when he suddenly walked right into a football player. He already knew that he was doomed when he looked up at the 6"7, 203 pound guy who was looking down at Greg's pathetic form, 5"4, and 145 pounds.

"Watch where you're going," he growled as Greg held securely on his book bag strap.

Stay strong Greg. He told himself as he inhaled a deep breathe and glared at the gigantic football player. "I'll walk where I want to walk."

And then Greg beat himself up mentally after he realized that the football player could kill him in a matter of seconds. In a matter of seconds Greg could be visiting God and telling him how pathetic his death was while the football player played his game, bragging to his friends how be beat up the President of the Chess Club.

"I mean, never mind. Of course, I should watch where I am going." Greg said quickly trying to correct himself as the player grabbed Greg by the front of his shirt, sending Greg's Chemistry and American History book to the floor.

"The name's David,"

"Hi David-"

David shook Greg forcing him to shut his mouth. And Greg did so.

"Don't talk. No one cares what comes out of your geek ass mouth."

Greg bit the inside of his lip, habit, hoping that the pain in his mouth would make him forget about the fear that was awaiting him.

"You know I hate people like you. People who walk around thinking they're smarter than everyone else." He spat as Greg closed his eyes and looked away. David wasn't please and threw Greg to the ground where his books lay.

"Get up,"

Greg's head was ringing as he had just collided with the ground.

"Get up," David repeating as Greg slowly got up, trying to ignore the fact that his head was spinning. But then David punched Greg right in the face, sending the Chess President back down to the floor yet again. And then David would say get up and Greg did but it wasn't long till he was sent back to the floor, his head pounding. It was a cycle and the only way Greg was able to get out of it was when a teacher walked by and grabbed David by the ear. She promised Greg she would go run and get the nurse but she never came.

And that day as Greg remembered it so; he missed his chess club meeting, got blood all over his books, and took the long way home not wanting to come face to face with his parents.

But that was then and this was now and the teenagers behind the trees had moved on to a different topic so Greg decided that maybe Nick was ready to head back. As he turned around and began to walk off, something caught his foot and he tripped, his body falling onto dead leaves and rocks, leaving him unconscious.

"What was that?" One of them asked as they ran over towards Greg and stared at the back of his jacket. "Crime Lab?"

"They're onto us!" The red haired girl shrieked as the stronger one of the three bent down at Greg.

"Give me the weapon," he demanded as the quiet teenager pulled a gun from out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"Zack what are you doing?" the girl asked as Zack placed the gun into Greg's lifeless looking hands.

"When the rest of the police come they'll find this man and this gun," Zack said as he stood up pulling off of his gloves. "They'll link him to Ria and the only fingerprints will be of his. See, we used gloves so none of our fingerprints are on it except his."

The quiet teenager smiled as the girl looked sadly at Greg.

"Come on Maddie." Zack said as he walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her. "You were just psyched about Ria's "incident" and now you're all upset because of him?"

"Get off of me Zack," Maddie said as she pushed him away. "Let's just go before someone else finds us."

But Zack smirked. "Hold on," he said as he quickly ran towards where the woods and the baseball field met. "SOMEONE HELP!! THERE'S A BODY!" and then he quickly ran towards Maddie.

She was panicking. "What the hell?"

"Let's go! I need the other guy to find him." He grabbed Maddie's shaking hands and looked at the quiet one. "Come on Chris!"

And they left, leaving Greg on the ground unconscious with Ria's murder weapon in his hand.

(Little notes I have. I know football players aren't really a beating on little geek kind of person and I tried my best at updating this. I'm currently writing on the other story City Lights so sorry if it takes a while to update.)

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