Chapter Title: World Turned Over

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Chapter Three: Fingerprints and Murder

It was Nick's instincts that made him look towards the baseball fields that night. The fact that Greg was off by himself made Nick a little worried. Yeah so the guy has been out on a couple of crime scenes but even the "newbie" knew that being out by yourself on a crime scene is dangerous.

"Greg?" Nick asked as he stood up from his squatting position and shone his flashlight around the perimeter of the tennis court.

But Greg wasn't there.

"Where the hell?" He asked himself as he stepped off of the tennis court cement and onto the grass. "Greg? Come on man, this isn't funny."

Nick was getting annoyed. He knew that if anything happened to Greg it would sort of be his fault. He knew he could never live with something like that on his shoulders. It even amazed him how Warrick was able to overcome, but not all, about Holly. Wasn't there an officer here? I swear I thought there was.

But something caught him off guard. Something that made his breath come short and made the hairs on the back on his neck stand up. It was a yell, a horrified yell.

"SOMEONE HELP!! THERE'S A BODY!!"

And at that point, Nick broke into a run. Not just a regular run but a fast and hard moving one. Nick never thought in his entire life that he would be able to run as fast as he did towards the woods. He should have done track.

He entered the woods, flashlight drawn out in front of him.

"Hello?" He asked, flashing the light in all four directions. "Anyone here?"

He took a step forward. No answer. He soon began to feel sweat run down the side of his face as he started to breath quicker. The grip on his flashlight became tighter.

Something moved and Nick quickly spun around and directed his light in front of him only to reveal a small squirrel, stuffing his face with acorns. Nick let out a sigh of relief as he began to continue his walk into the woods.

But this time he stepped on something and it defiantly didn't feel like a squirrel. Nick didn't want to move, afraid what was awaiting him on the ground but he knew he had no other options.

He moved his flashlight down and felt his knees give way.

There lay Greg, face down on the ground.

"Greg!" Nick managed to yell as he shook the young man. "Come on man, wake up!"
But Greg didn't wake up.

So Nick rolled Greg's body face up and noticed something slip out of his co-workers hand. But there was no time to even look at it because Greg wasn't breathing.

Nick began to panic at the thought of losing another CSI. No, just not a CSI but a friend of his; a friend that he wasn't able to lose.

And so Nick would perform CPR. He pushed Greg's head back, pinched the young man's nose and pulled his jaw down.

CPR was something Nick never wanted to really do in his life. Not even in eighth grade Health Class. He would always screw everything up. One time he accidentally broke the dummy's neck and he never seemed to be able to push hard enough on the chest of the dummy because Nick's body was shaking too hard. He was shaking because he was nervous and scared at the same time. It was the only thing he failed at and never thought that one day it would depend on one of his best friend's life.

But time was money and Nick needed to react. The Texan pressed his mouth on Greg's and preformed the first step; getting air into the lungs. Nick turned his head sideways and saw Greg's chest had rose and fallen. But Greg still wasn't breathing on his on so Nick did it again.

Now for the second step.

Nick hesitated for a second, the images of eighth grade flashing through his head as he moved to Greg's chest. "Don't mess up. Don't mess up." He whispered to himself as he began to push up and down on Greg's chest three times, leaving a bit of time in between.

And that's when Greg began to cough and rolled over onto his side, still coughing.

Nick couldn't help but smile and give a relief laugh. He had save Greg's life and that was all he needed.

Greg slowly sat up after finishing his coughing fit and looked at Nick.

Nick's smile was so big that Greg thought if it went any wider, Nick's face would rip.

"Did I just die?" Greg asked.

Nick laughed. "Did you see the light? Y'know, the one at the end of the tunnel?"

Greg gave him a puzzled look as he tapped his chin, thinking. "Actually, I saw a girl at the end of my tunnel." He said smirking as Nick shook his head.

"What ever."

"What happened?" Greg asked switching gears. "All I can remember is three teenagers talking among themselves about our victim."

The smile that was plastered on Nick's face vanished. "Wait, you mean they were talking about Ria?"

Greg nodded. "But they moved onto another topic so I decided to go look for you but something caught my foot and I fell," his brows furrowed. "That's all I can remember I think."

"Did you trip over this?" Nick asked as he lifted up the gun, the moon's glow reflecting off of it.

Greg's eyes narrowed as he inspected the gun. "Where did you find it?"

"Right here," Nick pointed to the ground, "next to where you were laying."

Greg coughed as he stood up. "I would have seen it- cough- before- cough-"Greg had to stop as he looked away from Nick and began to have yet another coughing attack.

The Texan frowned as he opened his field kit and pulled out the finger print dust. "You need something to drink?" He asked as Greg finally stopped coughing and sighed.

"Maybe."

"Alright, I'm going to try to finish this as quickly as I can and then we'll head back."

Greg shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair, the gel in his hair wearying off as he did so making the spikes lose their standing abilities. "Don't worry about me. Let's just process this area alright?"

Nick looked over at the now tired man and frowned. "You sure, I mean, I'm pretty quick with collecting evidence."

He looked at Nick with a "stop asking me" look and Nick shrugged.

Nick took the fingerprint brush and began to dust the handle of the gun. "I'm just worried about you man," he then collected the fingerprint and bagged the evidence.

Greg found a stump and sat down. "Well stop."

Nick left the area where the gun was found and made his way deeper into the woods, shining the flashlight in every corner. "I just can't stop. You almost died on me back there."

"I tripped. It can happen to anyone."

"I know that Greg but it's not like I can-"Nick stopped as something caught his eye and he squatted down, his flashlight pointed directly at the dried ground. "Did it rain here recently?"

"What?"

"Did it rain?" Nick asked again as took the brush and dusted away some remaining dirt that rested on the dried show print in the ground.

"Yesterday I think."

"And you said three people were standing here earlier?"

"Yeah,"

"This isn't right," Nick said as he puzzlingly looked at the dried shoe print. "This was made when it rained which means that there was someone else here last night."
"Someone maybe related to our homicide case?"

"Possible. I'll get a trace of it and we'll send it to the lab."

What? This isn't possible. Nick said as he looked at the fingerprint results from the gun he had collected in the woods. I checked this at least three times.

"Hey Nick, how's your homicide case going?" Grissom asked as he poked his head in the trace lab.

Nick stared down at the paper, his brows furrowed.

"Nick?" Gil asked as he stepped further into the room and over to the confused CSI. "What's wrong?"

"I think Greg messed up,"

Gil didn't like the idea of what Nick meant. One wrong move in the field and the whole case could be destroyed. "What do you mean that you think he made a mistake?"

"You know the murder weapon I found at the woods?" Nick asked as he looked at his supervisor. "I well," he closed his eyes and sighed as he handed Grissom the paper. "I found Greg's prints on it."

Grissom looked at the paper and then at Nick, his jaw a little dropped. "Greg's prints?"

Nick bit his tongue and nodded firmly at Grissom.

"Excuse me," Grissom said as he turned on his heel and stormed out of the trace lab leaving Nick in a confused stage.

Greg was sitting in the locker room, throwing his jacket over his shoulders when his supervisor came rushing into the locker room. "Greg," he said warningly as Greg looked at Grissom, "We need to talk."

Greg's brow rose as he turned back to his locker and grabbed his wallet. "Okay, talk."

Gil grabbed Greg's locker and slammed it shut, almost closing it on the young man's fingers. "I need your full attention."

It was then Greg knew it was important, so important that Grissom wouldn't even time to help Greg's fingers if they had been caught in the locker. So important that Grissom's voice was one he only used with suspects. Suspects.

"Alright, you have my attention."

"Why are your fingerprints on the murder weapon?"

Greg looked taken back and began to laugh lightly. "Is this some new CSI prank or joke?"

"Finding one of our own CSI's fingerprints on a murder weapon isn't a joke Greg." Grissom said seriously as the young man's mouth suddenly shut. "You know what the DA is going to say about this?"

"I didn't do it Griss."

"Greg the evidence never lies."

"Then Nick made a mistake."

"Don't go blaming Nick for something that you did."

"What?"

"Nick told me you were unconscious when he got to where you were so he preformed CPR and saved your life."

"And I'm grateful he did that Gris."

"Yes but it doesn't make you not a suspect for your fingerprints on a murder weapon."

Greg stared at Grissom and slowly said, "I…did not…kill…anyone. Someone must have put the gun in my hand."

"Greg,"

"I already told Nick this! I was listening to three teenagers and I turned around and tripped-"

"Greg!" Grissom repeated louder and Greg stopped and stared at him.

"What?"

"You're suspended."

Greg gaped at him. "W-what?"

"You're suspended. I can't have you here when you're a murder suspect. Go home. We'll call you in for your interrogation. So clean out your locker for now and we're done." He nodded at the young man and turned on his heel before walking out of the locker room.

Greg was infuriated. How could something like this happen to him? He had just finally begun to go and investigate crime scenes and now he was a suspect in his own crime lab? "Damn," Greg yelled as he slammed his fist into his locker feeling the hot tears beginning to form in his eyes.

(Alright, so this is a longer chapter. I actually took a longer time on this chapter so hope you all liked it! Thanks to all of your reviews!!! I love reading them and it makes me want to write more so keep up with the reviews!)

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