Disclaimer: I don't own this, I don't own that I don't own Greg (although I would like to),and I don't own AIM…I would be rich if I did…

Chapter 1:

Greg turned on the computer, eagerly waiting to get a chemical check on a DNA sample from a crime scene. Just the idea of cracking a case gave Greg a rush of adrenaline causing him to tap his foot quickly and drum his fingers smiling brightly anticipating the little beep that meant the computer was safe to mess with.

The computer rummed a little while flashing green and red lights on the screen. The lights slowed and suddenly stopped releasing a much anticipated beep.

Papers flew as Greg twirled around in his chair madly typing the password that allowed him into the DNA Checking Program.

Pulling up the screen Greg was interrupted with another beep as Greg received an instant message.

"Hi"it read.

"Oh, it must just be one of Nick's friends." Greg said out loud but to himself.

He typed back. "Sorry, this isn't Nick." and then closed the box getting back to his work.

He put the sample on a little glass disk that poked out of the

Computer and pushed the disk back in. A bar that showed the computer was loading the data, here again sending Greg into a boredom stage. He started humming stopping Nick in his tracks as he was entering the room.

Greg decided to reach over into a jar of pens and pencils hoping to find something to entertain himself, but found nothing. Usually there would have been a couple of nice permanent markers just waiting for Greg to stick them up his nose but Nick had taken them out to insure Greg's safety.

"Oh man!" Greg said upset.

He checked his lab coat pockets gleefully finding a latex glove in which he placed over his mouth. He blew it up and tied it around his wrist causing his hand to turn blue. He then proceeded in flicking it like a miniature punching bag while bobbing his head back and forth in a mimicking way.

Glancing up he saw Nick.

"Hey buddy!" Greg said smiling. "Someone's attacking me with instant messages. I'm going to guess it's for you, after all, you are the "Popular" one."

"Oh thanks, I think…Who's it from? Nick said, not really interested just interested enough to make conversation

"Oh…some guy called EyesWideOpen211.Do you know him?" Greg said, eagerly watching the small loading bar waiting for it to say 100 percent

"No not really, did he mention who he was or how he knew me?" Nick said annoyed that yet another person knew his IM.

"Nope he just said Hi!" Uneasily Greg shifted in his chair, the anticipation killing him. He had to get the DNA tested!

89 percent done…92 percent done…95 percent done…99 percent done… Greg couldn't stand the tension. One more second and he would be cruising with a bonus for cracking the case.

He made little hula motions in his chair thinking about the vacation he would take with his bonuswhich raised Nicks eyebrows.

The loading bar seemed to twitch, just taunting Greg and judging by Greg's face, it was working. Right as it turned to 100 percent an "oh so familiar" beeping sound came from the speaker as an instant message appeared.

"Could you please tell you friend you can't talk to him at the moment!" Shouted Greg.

"I don't think he wants me."

Greg gave Nick a questionable look and then turned to look at the screen.

Nick had been right. Whoever was IM-ing him obviously didn't want to talk to Nick.

"I don't want to talk to Nick, I want you Greg." The computer screen said.

Greg was slightly frightened. Had he told the man his name? He couldn't remember, but it frightened him.

Another message from the unknown man popped up on the screen.

"You didn't tell me your name, Greg."

Greg went full fledged into a panic attack sweating and having a hard time breathing.

Nick got angry at the person that was upsetting Greg and started up a rage.

"Do you know this guy? Is this some kind of a sick joke, because it's not funny Greg!"

"No! I don't know this guy and I don't think I want to, but apparently he knows me!"

Greg quickly exited out of the box and when it didn't go down immediately he reached down, jabbing at the computer OFF button not waiting for his results.

He was scared. How did this guy know him? Sweat dripped off of his temples drenching him. The room was spinning and Greg couldn't seem to organize his thoughts and before he knew it, he was lying on the floor, out cold.