Author Note: This one is a LOT more serious, to mix humor with a case, to show all aspects of the beautiful Greg. Plus, this'll help me make the story longer, and get people hooked. So keep your eye our for humor and horror!


Greg smiled at Catherine as she told him about Warrick being bald. He nodded occasionally, focusing on what to do with her. He heard her say, "Warrick went drinking last night, from what he told me, but he said he think he shaved his own hair off when he was drunk." God, did that make Greg happy.

But his happiness paused when Grissom walked up to them and after a moment of him glaring at Greg, said "Catherine, I need you and Gred to do this case. We just got this call in with a 4-11 of a dead women found behind a dumpster outside Desert Palm."

Greg nodded, thinking hard on what to do with Catherine. What does she fear? Not doing a good job? Lindsey being hurt? He thought again onthe last one. No, that would be too extreme. Maybe a dark message left in her house?

He liked that one. It would work too. Recently, she had given him a copy of her house key to use to check up on Lindsey when she was running late on a complex case. He'd assumed, after her not asking for it back, that he'd was unverbally told to hold on it for future problems.

So they ran back to grab their kits and a coat, and proceeded outside. The wind and snow had picked up more since last night at the bar, and the visibility was terrible.

"The van can handle it Greg." Catherine said, almost reading Greg's thoughts. "The longer we stall, the more evidence is being washed away."

After a half an hour, which usually only took fifteen minutes, they arrived at Desert Palm Hospital. The polic car, to their right, lights were on. After some squinting, Greg saw the cop on the radio, and also pointing to his right, signaling where the body was.

Catherine pulled up a little more, and stopped about 30 feet hort so she wouldn't run over possible forensic evidence. Greg opened the door, the cold harsh winds smacking him in the face. He tightened his coat, anxious to get this over with so he could go to secretly to Catherine's house.

They put on snow shoes with plastic around it, and waddled their way t the body. Greg was shocked at the amount of blood surrounding the body. Catherine shivered at put her kit down.

In front of them was a middle-aged women faced down in the snow. She had nothing on but a slue solid hospital gown, and one slipper. Her blond hair was tangled, and the bottoms were soaked in snow and blood. There was blood all around her, making it appear as if she bled enough to make her hallow.

"Greg, she didn't bleed that much. The fresh blood was warm, melting the snow and diluting the blood."

"Oh." He replied. Duh! How come I didn't think of that? How obvious! And how come she always knows what i'm thinking!

"Greg, catch!" She said, throwing the lab's digital camera. "Take pictures of that side, and any pivit in the snow near you. Then toss it back when I say so."

He immediatly began taking pictures all around him. He zoomed in on the body and took some good shots. Then he noticed something. "Catherine, did she have an I.D. on her?"

"Yes. Her name is Janie Herthrow. Why?" She questioned.

"She has a hospital wristband on that says Emily Heart. DOB 3/11/86."

Catherine lowered her brow in confusion. "This women's I.D. said thirty, not nineteen. Take another picture of it, and cut it off." She instructed.

He did what was told, andslipped the blood soaked bracelet into the bag. He loked back down at the wrist. "Hey Cath? I believe I know how she died!" Catherine looked over at him, and walked slowly through the snow to his side.

"There is a deep cut on her wrist. Possible suicide?" Greg asked rhetorically.

"Yeah. Go into the hospital and interview. I have things under control out here." She reassured him.

Greg went into Desert Palm, letting the heated air embrace him. He took off the hood to his coat, letting his hair drip-dry. He took off his snow shoes as well, and replaced them with black shoes. He walked to the entrance nurse and showed his badge/I.D. "Hi, i'm Greg from the crime lab. Who discovered the body?"

"Our housekeeper, Janis Besely. She's in the chair over there." She pointed to a petite woman, crouched over onteh chair. She looked to be mid-forties, with dark ash blond hair pulled in a bun. She was wearing a white uniform, the edges of her pants soaked with water and blood.

"Hello Janis, I'm Greg from the Crime Lab. Can you tell me what happened?" He said, sitting on the chair next to her, and pulling out a notepad.

"Well, i'm not sure what happened." She said in a small, weak voice. "I was talking out the garbage from the ICU rooms, and I saw her laying there. I rushed over to her, felt her jugular, but no pulse. I was quite panicked, and I knew there was no hope in that weather." She said, turning sidways and looking outside. "So I ran back here and told security. Haven't been out since."

Greg nodded, taking notes. "Alright, i'm going to need a shoe impression, if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind." She said, watching Greg roll the ink on the bottoms of her shoe.

"Step on the papers." Greg said. He put them in the kit and thanked her. As he walked back to the nurse, he saw a cop sit next to her to fill out a witness statement.

"Now, who is Jame Herthrow?" He asked holding up the evidence bad with the hospital bracelet, "and why is she wearing Emily Heart's band?"