A/N: And here is the next chapter. For those who were wondering, no this isn't going to be a slash lol. But more of a Nick/Greg frienship. haha, anyways, thanks for your reviews and I hope you like the chapter! Tell me what you think!

Chapter 2

"What do you mean I'm off the case?" Greg asked, trying not to show anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry, but you know how it is. You're related to someone that is involved, and we don't want any biased interpretation of evidence or anything like that. There is good news, since you can't work on this, you can have the day off," Grissom replied.

Greg wanted desperately to continue arguing, but he held it back. He didn't want to get Grissom angry at him.

"Oh my..." Nick gasped as he opened the door to the hotel room adjacent to the room Samantha was murdered in.

There on the floor was another body. A brunette, who looked the same age as Samantha.

Nick later learned that the body, was none other than Olivia Frank.

"So, can you tell me anything about what killed her?" Nick asked Dr. Al Robbins.

"See these marks on her wrists?" Robbins pointed to the woman's wrists, "See how they appear to have been slashed? She showed no other signs of anything that could have killed her, and she had a clean bill of health. What killed her were these cuts, and they appear intentional, like she did them herself or got someone else to do it for her. If someone else had done this and she didn't want it to happen, she would have put up a struggle, and the marks wouldn't be in a straight line like they are. She bled to death."

Nick stopped for a moment to think.

"That makes no sense... I didn't find any blood around her. How could she have bled to death, without any blood on the..."

Suddenly it hit him. The blood that was found around Samantha... could it be Olivia's?

Quickly he took a sample of Olivia's DNA over to Mia to make a comparison with the blood found around Samantha. While he was walking towards the DNA lab, he heard a voice from behind calling his name.

"Nick! Have you found out anything else about my cousin?"

It was Greg.

Nick gulped. It was going to be hard to tell him that his cousin was found dead.

"I thought you had the day off... oh well, it doesn't matter. Greg you better sit down man..." Nick began, in a sympathetic voice.

"I came back anyway and I don't want to sit down. You know something about her don't you? Nick just tell me..." Greg replied.

Nick sighed.

"Listen, you're going to want to sit down first."

Greg grew irritable with suspense.

"Nick! Just tell me what happened to my cousin!" he exclaimed.

When Nick told him what had happened to Olivia, Greg's face turned pale. Nick decided to leave out the part about the marks on her wrists because he wasn't positiveif it had been intentional... even though it looked that way.

"Nick... you... you aren't serious are you? She can't be..." Greg stammered, holding back tears. He wasn't going to cry in front of Nick.

Nick nodded.

Greg knew that he was going to start crying, he just couldn't believe that Olivia--his cousin, whom he'd grown up with--was dead. He knew that he had to get away from Nick, or else he was going to cry right there in front of him.

Greg hated it when people saw him cry.

Quickly, he made his way to the locker room, which he was sure was empty. He sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands, as one by one, tears made their way onto his face.

"I can't believe I didn't get the chance to say goodbye..." he whispered quietly to himself.

"Say goodbye to who?" a voice asked.

Greg looked up to see Sara looked down at his crying face.

"I... I didn't know anyone was in here..." he told her.

Sara sat down beside him. "Is everything okay?"

He didn't really want to talk about it, but he knew Sara wasn't going to take 'Yes, I'm fine' for an answer.

"I... I just... I just found out some bad news about my cousin."

Greg left it as that, and Sara sensed that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. She could tell that he was really upset, because he wasn't joking around with her like he usually did.

"I'm sure that it will be okay, but I've really got to go. Time is of the essence when you're working on a missing person case," she told him.

After giving him a quick cheer-up hug, she left the locker room.

That night, Greg couldn't sleep. He was completely shook up and couldn't get Olivia off of his mind. After hours of pacing, he finally decided of what he was going to do. He was going to call an old girlfriend of his. She used to be best friends with Olivia when they'd all gone to high school. Greg figured that she deserved to know, and she would be someone that would share his pain and be able to talk with him about it.

"Now do I still have her number?" he asked himself out loud.

It'd been years since the two of them had spoken, but still, Greg had her number written down in one of his old phonebooks.

Once he'd found the number, he wasn't sure if he was going to call or not. They hadn't spoken much since she had broken up with him after high school. She claimed that it would be hard to be in a relationship while she was planning to open a dance academy.

Dance had always come before him.

In the end, Greg's fingers still found themselves dialing her cell phone number, hoping that she would answer.

Sadly, all Greg got was an answering machine that gave the number of the dance academy where she would probably be.

Wow... she actually did open that dance academy, he thought.

Greg noticed that the number for the dance academy was a local number,so he decided that tomorrow he would call it if he wasn't called into work.

Sure enough, the next morning Greg didn't have to work, so he decided that he would give Matilda a call at her dance academy.

Slowly, his fingers dialed the number and he waited for an answer.

One ring.

Two rings.

"Hello?" a female voice said.

"Hey... by any chance would Matilda Bolton be there?" Greg asked nervously.

"You're speaking to her."

Greg paused, he wasn't sure what he was going to say.

"Hello? Are you there?" Matilda asked.

"Yeah... yeah I'm here. Listen... it's Greg... you know... from high school? And, I guess I have some bad news to tell you. It's about Olivia. I just found out about it yesterday and I thought I would call you. And then I found out that you were at your academy and since that's a local number I just decided to call... I figured you would want to know this."

For a moment, Matilda didn't speak. It seemed as if she was deciding if she wanted to hear it or not.

"If I were to give you the directions to the academy... would it be possible for you to come and tell me personally? If it is bad news about her, I don't want to hear it over the phone," Matilda explained and quickly gave Greg the directions.

"Yeah, that isn't too far from where I live... I'll come right over."

The whole car ride to the academy, Greg questioned himself on whether he'd made the right decision or not. Once he'd arrived, he walked to the door and walked inside to hear music playing loudly coming from another room.

A few times I've been around that track

So it's not just goin' to happen like that

Because I ain't no hollaback girl

I ain't no hollaback girl

Greg followed the sound of the song into what looked like a gymnasium and saw a bunch of people dancing. Matilda was leading them and when she saw Greg, she told one of the other girls to take over, and she walked to talk to him.

"So what's the news on Olivia?" she asked, without even bothering to say 'hi'. Her gaze was cold, and Greg knew that after he told her, he wasn't going to stick around to talk to her. He quickly explained what Nick had told him and what he knew about the case.

For a moment, Matilda froze, she looked as if she didn't want to believe what she was hearing.

"I have to get back to practice. We have a competition in two days here, and we need all the practice we can get. I think maybe you should go..." she said in an emotionless voice.

Greg nodded, wished her good luck in the competition and left.

Once he was in his car, he started to drive away angrily.

"I can't believe her! I tell her that her friend is dead and all she can do is go back to dancing!" Greg screamed.

His knuckles turned white from having such a tight, angry grip on the steering wheel.

He just couldn't believe that someone could be so heartless.