Sorrry about this chaper being a little short, I'll post my next ones later on, I don't want to post the whole story before anyone reads it. Please R&R

Chapter2: A little warning

Greg woke up on his day off to an annoying beeping sound. He cringed and, with his eyes shut, felt for his alarm clock to shut it off. He was too tired to get up. After it didn't stop, he got confused and opened his eyes to reveal to himself that it was in fact his pager ringing(yes there was a ring on a pager). He lifted up his pager and read that Grissom was calling him. He feel back onto his pillow and took a deep sigh. He was so tired and just wanted to stay in bed the rest of the day. He decided he'd better call or Grissom will get angry or get worried. Greg finally gets up and looks around his apartment for his cell phone. He sees it laying on the counter. He dials Grissom's number and here's his bosses voice on the other end.

"Grissom"

"You beeped?" Greg asked, while yawning.

"Yeah, sorry about that Greg." Grissom apologized.

"Well do you need anything?" Greg said, looking in his refrigerator for something to eat.

"I was wondering if you could come by the lab. I've got a new opened case for Nick but no one else can go with him, would you like to go? It'd be good for you to get experience out in the field. So what do you think?" Grissom answered.

"Are you serious? Do you know how long I've been waiting to do some field work! I'll jump in the shower and be right over." Greg replied happily. He'd finally get a chance out of the lab. The lab always made him a little nervous after the explosion. Now, Greg always made sure the lamps were off. After he scarfed down a frosted chocolate donut and a glass of apple juice, Greg ran into the bathroom to get ready.

After about a half an hour, Greg came out of the bathroom all clean and dressed. His hair no longer had bed hair and he had a brighter smile. When he walked by his bedroom, he noticed a red letter on his white sheets. "What the…?" Greg thought as he doubled back and went to investigate. A red letter with 'GREG SANDERS'stamped on the front in black ink. He looked around the room, searching for anyone there. "Where did this come from?" He thought to himself as he slowly reached down to grab the letter. Right when he was about to touch the letter, his cell phone rings. "Shit!" He announced out loud because it took him by surprise. He ran into the kitchen and answered it.

"Sanders." He answered.

"Where are you?" The voice on the receiver asked, which Greg quickly recognized it as Nick's.

"Sorry, I was going as fast as I could. I'll be at the lab in like fifteen minutes. I promise." Greg apologized to his friend, walking back into his room. He once again went for the letter. He opened it up and it said:

Mr. Greg Sanders,

I have left this note here for you to find to inform you on a couple of important matters. The first is, you should really consider getting better locks for this apartment. I mean while you were in the shower, I snuck in and obviously you didn't hear me. Second, Do not tell Nicky that I'm back. He'll wind up trying to protect you or something courageous like that. You better get out of the way or there will be dire consequences. That's all if you cooperate. If not, you'll regret it. Stay away from Nick. Don't bother looking for me.

Nigel Crane

Greg's eyes got so big, you'd be surprised that they didn't explode. On his way to the lab, he kept rereading the letter in his head. He kept it held in one of his hands. "What was he in the way of? Is Nigel Crane really back? Should he tell Nick?" These as well as many other questions pertaining to this problem also went through his head as he made his way to the office. He saw Nick, so he hid his scared emotions, as well as, the letter. He put on his usual big, bright smile, and got out of his white convertible.

"Hey Greg!" Nick greeted him.

"Hey." Greg replied.

"What took you so long?" Nick asked questionably.

"I was, I was… looking for my keys and, and couldn't find them anywhere. So after looking all over my apartment, I finally found them under my bed." Greg laughed, hoping Nick bought his lie.

"Well how on earth did they get under your bed." Nick asked, he bought it.

"No idea." Greg answered.

"Ready to go?" Nick questioned, walking towards his Tahoe.

"Yeah, let's go." Greg replied.