A/N: Quick update to please you! ;-) But disappointment too: I won't be able to update till next Monday because I'm going on a trip from school and there won't be a computer. However, I'll try to write anyhow, old-fashioned of course, with pencil and paper…
Only once before have I seen him that pale… After the explosion at the lab. I vividly recall it. The fear I felt then however was nothing compared to what I feel now: sheer terror. I do not dare to think what could happen knowing I'll never be able to bear it. Determination in my eyes I face Catherine. She has just hung up her cell, now turning to me with obvious pity in her eyes. In her hands she holds a plastic bag with three bloody bullets. I clench my teeth at that sight; otherwise I can maintain my grip on me. "The others are at the scene. We need to take samples from Greg, if you want me to, I'll…" She starts, but I cut her off. "No, I'll do that." I just have to say that, I feel I owe it to him to do it personally. Handling me her kit for I have forgotten mine she forces an encouraging smile on her face. I try to smile in return, though I doubt it worked, it rather looks like a grimace. I return to his room, the kit in my hand giving me a somewhat comforting reassurance that we're going to catch this son of a bitch. 'He'll pay for that!' I vow silently settling down to work carefully, looking under his fingernails for traces and scanning his body for defensive marks. Greg knows where we'd look, so we have a good chance to find something… At least I hope so. Oh how many times have I down this, but never with such a heavy heart. My mind is still occupied by this terrible note… making me guilty. I feel like I should know already who he is, where we met and why he's gotten so out of control… The only name I can think of is Nigel Crane. Could this be? No, he's still behind bars, isn't he? One thing to check out… Having finished I close my eyes to focus, then I whisper "I swear, I'll get him!" to the still lifeless Greg and leave and once more.