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Chapter 6: This isn't a game

Greg sat at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. "What's going on? Why me?" He asked himself. He sat there recollecting everything that's been happening to him the past days and remembered what Crane had said to him that night:

'So you know I'm not fooling around, I left you a gift in the trash bin down at Freemont and Billings street. I insist you go and check it out.'

"Should I go check it out? It could be a trap. If I don't go, he could come after me." He told himself, thinking of all the possibilities. After contemplating going and staying, his curiosity won and he grabbed his keys and left.

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Arriving at Freemont and Billings, he realized that there was several alleys so it would take him a while to find the right trash bin. The bigger rpoblem was, he hadn't a clue what he was supposed to be looking for. Deciding to start at the neartest allet, he parked his car and made his way toward the first set of dumpsters. Nothing out of the ordinary.

After about an hour of searching, finding nothing but broken toys and have eaten meals, he had two more alleys left. Going to the left, he could smell a different, stronger odor and hoped it was just REALLY old garbage.Approaching the smelly dumpster, he immediately began to gag, resisting vomiting as much as he could. Inside the dumpster was Greg's 'stalker', Jennifer. She looked as if she was burned alive and his mind went directly to the explosion in the lab. how horrible that was. That burning smell of flesh was what he could smell when he was laying in the hallway. That awful smell. He slowly staggered out of the alleyway and leaned up against the wall. He couldn't notify the authorities or else they'd question him as to how he found her, what he was doing there, and they'd place him as a main suspect because he knew her. Against his better judgement, he uncomfortably walked to his car and made his way home.

As soon as he got home, he ran to the bathroom and let his gag reflex take total control. He never doubted Crane being serious but killing someone? Making sure his door and windows were locked, he went over to his computer and typed his password to get into criminal records. Once he was in, he typed in, Crane, Nigel, and slowly anticipated his file to pop up. He knew about Crane when he was after Nick and Nick did say, now that he remembered, that the case he was on about the dead woman found in her bathroom, no entry, or exit, had to do with Crane. He killed two people during all of that and almost himself, he was a dangerous man.

When the file popped up, it said that when he went to jail, his attorney pleaded his case for temporary insanity, and he was sent to St. Thomas' Correctinal Facility. He was sentenced to ten years there and maybe less, depending on his 'recovery'.

"There's no way he got out three months after getting put in. It's impossible. Could someoe had helped him?" Greg asked himself. "If he escaped, we should have been notfied, especially Nick, right? This doesn't make any sense." He finished, rereading all the info on Crane. "Maybe I should go to St. Thomas' and see what happened." With that said, he grabbed his keys and left.

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"Hey Nicky. Did you find out anything?" Catherine asked, when she saw Nick return.

"Unfortunetly no. I do know that something happened in his lab that he doesn't want anyone to see." When Nick saw that everyone looked puzzled, he continued. "You seem when I sat down on his couch and turned on the tv, his VCR automatically played a tape and it was the security cameras. I saw Greg in his lab and that's all because he freaked and turned it off. He then told me that he was tired and that I should leave, so I did." Nick finished.

"Now Greg knows it's not allowed for anyone to take the tapes out of this building. A lot of that stuff is confidential and if the press go a hold of it, it'd be broadcasted all over the news. What we do, everything." Grissom said.

"Well we know there's nothing that important on the tape. We can't approach him about it because then it'd be like we were invading his life and he has rights." Sara said, trying to defend Greg.

"I know that, but it is still a law in this building. Greg knows Nick saw it, so he would knoe we weren't invading his personal space or anything." Grissom argued, obviously being correct.

"You and I both know that if Greg was in any kind of trouble, he'd tell us. At least Nick anyway. There has to be a catch. What if he's being threatened?" Warrick implied, hitting Grissom in his thoughts. Warrick was right.

"Hello everyone." Brass said, walking into the break room, looking very serious.

"You have a case for us?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah, a miss Jennifer Johnstin. 28, was found in a dumpster on Freemont and Billings by a garbage man. I guess her whole body is burned up. Interesting." Brass said, reading his notepad.

"Nick, you and Sara go check this out, I'll be there in a little bit." Grissom said. They nodded thier heads and walked out of the room along with Brass.

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Greg parked his car and made his way inside the institute. Going inside, he found a woman sitting at a desk and he went up to her.

"Can I help you?" She asked warmly.

"Yeah, i was wondering if I could check on a patient." Greg said.

"I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours ended," She paused looking at a paper. "about four hours ago. Come back tomorrow and I'm sure you can." She finished.

"Look mam, I'm sorry but it's very important if I see a patient. I work at the Las Vegas Criminalistics lab, my name is Greg Sanders, and he is vial to one of my cases." Greg urged, showing her his i.d.

"Well, let me call one of the doctors to come down." She said. "Dr.Mckinsee can you please come down here. There's a guy by the name of Greg Sanders, he works at the Las Vegas Crime lab and he said he needs to see a patient, it's important." She told him. After she hung up the phone, she told Greg the doctor would be down momentarily.

After about five minutes, an older man came into the commons room. "Greg Sanders?" He asked, walking towards Greg.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Come with me." He told Greg.

Dr.Mckinsee led Greg into his office, openned up a drawer and welcomed him there. "Now, who is it that you're looking for?" He asked.

"Nigel Crane." Greg replied.

"Nigel Crane? You're kidding? What do you need him for?" The doctor asked.

"Well, he might be the key to my latest case." Greg informed him, it was kind of the truth.

"I'm sorry to inform you that you must be mistaken." He paused, looking up at Greg's confused face. "Nigel Crane died here about two months ago." He finished.

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Cliff hanger! Yes. Sorry it took a little longer to finish this one but I'm trying to fight off the flu that's been going around like my whole state. Hope you like this one. I'll update asap.

I thought of something,. Nick tells Greg that the 'stalker' episode happened three months ago and Greg's lab explosion, 'Playing With Fire' didn't happen until like a year later so we're going to pretend that Greg's lab blew up about a year ago in my story and three months ago 'stalker' happened. Hope no one else noticed that:)

krysalys73, this is the chapter you gave me a small idea with, thankyou!

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