I don't own CSI, any of them, or NCIS, WAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, but i do take credit for the disclaimer in Scottthespy's story 'my meeting with death' chapter ten, that was my idea, but i told her, so I couldn't use it, one of my few creative disclaimers, figgers

Why is it that people give me good ideas after I've written ahead, and for some reason I didn't even get it before i first posted chapter 7, so here's a new version of chapter seven thanx krys, now i just wish i wasn't so far ahead, or i would hurt Nick more, Tony's already pretty much screwed, so i'd leave him alone

NE way, there is no way for me to put ne thing interesting here, so i'll stop. buh bye

Tony's POV

"What happened before the explosion? Did you notice anything strange?" Catherine asked me.

"Nothing strange to me, I was on the phone with Eric, and had gone into the hallway, I tend to get a bit loud, when Eric and I argue, and I didn't want to wake Kate up."

"What weapons did you have with you?" she asked.

"I had a side arm, in a kidney holster, and just inside the room was a rifle, I wasn't sure if we'd end up staying at the lab, or going to Nick's house so they could sleep, but if we were going to Nick's then I was going to create a sniper's nest, to watch the house."

"So you're a firearms expert?"

"In a generalized sense of firearms."

"Meaning?"

"I know a fair amount about anything that goes boom."

"So you know how to make a bomb?"

"It's not hard, EOD would deal with any bombs we come in contact with at work, though."

"Do you prefer a specific kind of bomb?"

"Yeah, the prepackaged kind, that are predictable, not so likely to hurt someone, EOD or a bomb squad can change them to duds, without the guess work."

"Your file, was sent to the lab, you used to be a police officer, but you left, why?"

"I got an offer I couldn't refuse, two, almost three years ago, from my current boss,"

"How come you couldn't refuse?"

"Because I would have access to the long distance firing range on any Navy base I was nearest to."

"And that meant something to you?"

"The firing ranges FBI snipers get after they graduate from Quantico are crap, I joined the police force, because I might get a chance at SWAT which means I'd have access to a decent firing range, whenever I wanted, as it was, I could get in once a month, to fire a few rounds, and keep in practice, for competitions, and that was it."

I answered the rest of her questions, she was almost treating me like a suspect. "Ma'am, may I speak freely?" I asked

"I'm not in the army,"

"Neither am I, but it's a courtesy I picked up as a child, If I wanted to blow up your lab, I wouldn't let myself be in it, at the time, ok, if you find enough components, I could probably build a good replica, but I didn't build whatever blew up the lab."

She nodded, and moved to the other side of the curtain, "Griss, can I talk to Greg, now?"

"Yeah, sure," He said.

"Greg, what do you remember from the explosion?"

"I was walking down the hallway, around Ecklie's office, he had come by the lab half an hour before, with a man following him, the man told me, ten minutes later, that Ecklie wanted to me meet him in his office, when I went he wasn't there, so I kept walking, no one wants to be seen waiting in Ecklie's office," Greg said.

"He told you to be at his office at the time of the explosion, did you notice anything, that didn't fit?" Catherine asked.

"No, wait, there was a package in birthday wrapping paper, Ecklie asked me a week ago, what a fifteen year old boy would want for his birthday, so maybe it isn't so weird, I don't know,"

"Did you hear, or maybe smell something, when you walked by?"

"Right before the explosion, I smelled something it was a sharp smell, though I don't know what, then it gets fuzzy, a wall of fire, meets a wall of water, the water breaks."

"The smell, I understand, the fire, but water?"

"Water shatters, pain, can't breathe," Greg said.

"Oh, you're talking about the Glass," there was a pause, then "Alright, thank you, Greg, I'll talk to you later, let you get some sleep."

Catherine's POV

(I don't know anything about bombs, or if this is even possible, but I wanted it to be this way, so this is the way it will be.)

I went out of the room, to talk to Grissom, "Griss, we've confirmed it, it was a bomb, I wish we had Nick to help on this one, he's good at piecing bombs back together," I told him.

"What did Greg have to say?"

"He's pretty out of it, he started referring to the Glass he went through as water, but he did smell something, I almost expected it, that's all he noticed before the first explosion too."

"Did he say what he was doing in the hallway, I thought he was in the lab."

"Ecklie wanted to see him, apparently, he went to his office, but he wasn't there, and Greg kept walking."

"He remembers different than most, so where was the bomb?"

"Well, it would have to be Ecklie's office, Greg said there was a birthday present in there, the only thing he noticed that didn't quite fit, though it did, because Ecklie asked him about a fifteen year old's birthday present a week ago."

"What about Nick, and the others, anything else give you a clue?"

"Tim gave me something, he was conscious, the whole time, the wall blew out, into Ecklie's office first, which tells me, the explosive was covered on three sides with something strong, the blast pulled the wall out of place, and then it went towards them, he took the blow to the head then, the rest he says is Fuzzy."

"Nick, nothing?"

"No, he was pretty absorbed in whatever he was working with."

"What about Kate?"

"Apparently she was sleeping under one of the work benches," Catherine replied.

"Sleeping, at the lab?" Grissom asked.

"Apparently, it's something they do on a regular basis, with a big case, they sleep under their desks, to save on travelling time."

"That's a new one, that I hope we never have to deal with," Grissom said.

I ran through the case in my mind, as I drove back to the lab, Warrick met me outside, the day shift were moving boxes out of the lab, they were moving evidence to a different lockup, to lower the risk of it being considered contaminated, since security was being compromised by the explosion. It was a hassle to work in two places, but until the lab explosion had been figured out, it was the only safe bet, Ecklie was on leave, with pay, since the bomb had been in his office, but upon finding out that he had asked Greg to be there, the chances of him getting pay until this was solved, were slim, that was definitely going to be in my report, if he had caused Greg to get hurt, and I figured he had.

"What did you get?" Warrick asked.

"Depends, Tony calls making bombs easy, Greg says that Ecklie asked to speak to him, in his office, right before the explosion, that's why he was in the hallway, Nick is frustrated that he can't help, Kate was sleeping, and Tim broke his back, but he told me that the wall was sucked in, before it blew out."

"Tim broke his back, is he going to be okay?" Warrick asked.

"His legs are paralysed, but nothing higher, at least that's what he was telling Nick, they seem to be good friends,"

"I think they were friends before, though no one in Miami mentioned Nick, while we were there."

"They're room mates, right, they might just be building a friendship."

"I don't know, whatever, how are you doing on reconstructing the bomb?"

"I wish Nick was here, he's really good at this, I need a break every hour or I go cross eyed, Nick can sit there for five, or more, and we've only just started," Warrick said.

"Well, maybe if we work together," I told him, and we went inside together.

We sat at the table in the layout room we were using, to sort through the evidence, I was sorting raw evidence, sliding bomb components across the line to Warrick, as I found them. It was a system I had used with Nick before, on big cases, when I got through the debris, four and a half hours later, Warrick was on his fifth break. I went into the break room, and sat next to him, "I have a whole new respect for Nick, you know that?" Warrick said.

"I do, you ready to head back now?" I asked.

"Yeah, Hodges get you an answer yet?" Warrick stood up.

"No, but soon, hopefully, I once again wish for some more help, not that you're not good, but..."

"Nick and Greg are better than me and Hodges, I'm not denying it." Warrick said.

"Always, in the terms of bombs, and trace, but there are other areas, that you are better than Nick, but Hodges will never compare to Greg."

"Isn't that true."

We laughed, stepping back into the layout room.