A/N: I know there was some crazy confusion about last chapter. I can't tell you if it is our Nick or not, but you can take some wild guesses. :-D Thank you for all the review!
Chapter 8: What Is 1982?
Grissom went back to the dark room and sat back down at the computer. He pulled up Greg's file again, but went through a different area. Up popped up a file on Greg's past. Because he had been a ward of the state for several years, Greg's social worker had to put in the file with his job application. Grissom started to scroll down, looking for any hits that could be relevant. After several minutes of going through forms and papers, Grissom found what he was looking for. A case about Greg's dark past. The case back several years ago, when a young Greg Sanders was sent to the State of California as a ward. His caseworker made some notes after each visit, to check on his mental and physical status.
" Is having some adjustment problems." " Does well in large groups." " Doesn't like to be around people alone." " Is doing well in school and home."
Grissom printed out the comments and reports he found and stapled them in a folder. He thumbed through the files, coming across pictures from the murder scene of Greg's childhood home. A tall man with dark hair and angry eyes was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. The next picture was of the body covered with a white sheet. Another was a picture of a little boy with tear stained eyes and torn shirt. The last photo showed the same little boy with his chest showing a deep cut. The paramedics report was attached to the file.
Grissom took the file and went back to Greg's lab. Nick was still looking for evidence, tearing through every last part of the desk. Papers that were not related to any case were bagged and labeled. Pencils, pens, and markers, were put in a cup and in a box. Miscellaneous things were placed in another box ready to be searched through. Nick was going through the last of the drawers, bagging things, when Grissom came up behind him.
" Have you found anything?" Grissom asked.
Nick jumped about a foot in the air when Grissom spoke to him.
" Jesus Grissom, give someone a heart attack won't you?" Nick shouted slightly.
" Sorry, didn't realize you were so jumpy," Grissom apologized.
" Oh well. Anyway to answer your question, I did find this old folded picture at the bottom of the drawer. There isn't a name on it, but a year is, uh, 1982," Nick told Grissom.
" 1982, what is so significant about that year?" Grissom wondered out loud.
" It was probably the year it was taken," Nick said.
He flipped it around and stated at the tattered picture. A little boy and a woman stood in front of a house. The woman, who Nick guess to be the mother, had her arms on the boy's shoulder. They were smiling and the boy looked like he was about to wave.
Grissom stood over Nick's shoulder to look at the picture. He could see some similarities between the two people.
" Maybe it is Greg with his mother," Nick said.
" That was my guess. Look at the eyes. They look like Greg's," Grissom noticed.
" So why was the picture at the bottom of the drawer?" Nick asked.
" "Maybe because that's where his family is. At the bottom," suggested Grissom.
" Maybe that's why he doesn't take much time off," Nick said.
" Yeah," Grissom agreed. " But we can't speculate. This has to be the facts. I have a file on Greg's foster home. And it looks as though he went to a foster home about 3 years later."