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Chapter Fifteen

"You sure, 'cause you don't look fine." Greg looked down at the young girl that stood before him. She looked so familiar, and yet he couldn't place where he'd seen her before.

"Nice deduction, Sherlock." She snapped. "Now if you don't mind, I kinda want to be alone."

It donned on him then who the girl was.

"You're Amy, aren't you?" He asked. The girls eyes flew to his, suspicion within her gaze.

"Yeah," she replied. "And who are you?"

"Greg. I'm Meg's-" What was he gonna say? Boyfriend? He didn't even know if Meg had even liked him when he'd first asked her out. She had probably only dated him because he'd been her target, her next victim. But still, was he her boyfriend? Greg was so confused.

"You're Meg's what…boyfriend?" Amy asked, her tone full of sarcasm. When Greg didn't reply, however, Amy's jaw dropped.

"You gotta be kiddin' me." She said. "Meg doesn't have boyfriends. She never has. I swear, the girl could be a nun."

"A nun? You obviously don't know your sister." Greg said, shaking his head, a slow smile creeping up his face as he remembered the last moments that he and Meg had spent together. The smile quickly faded, however, when he remembered why they hadn't gone further.

"I know my sister very well, thank you very much." Amy retorted, crossing her arms in front of her. "And the Virgin Meg has never had a date in her life."

"Whatever." Greg shook his head. He didn't know how he had expected Meg's youngest sister to be like, but this snotty, prep school bitch obviously hadn't been it. With the way that Meg had always gone on about her baby sister, Greg had almost imagined her to be a replica of Meg. But Amy was as far from Meg as anyone could get. Still, he couldn't help but admire her tough-as-nails, screw-the-world attitude. Sometimes, Greg wished that he could be more like that, instead of the sometimes too sensitive guy that he was.

Before he had bumped into Amy, Greg had been on his way home. There obviously wasn't anything he could do around the lab, and there was no way in hell that anyone was going to let him see Meg- if he even wanted to see her, which he still hadn't made up his mind about that. Now that he had ended the conversation with the ever intelligent comeback of "whatever" Greg turned to leave.

"Hey," Amy's voice caused him to turn back to face her. Her eyes held a sorrowful curiosity that nearly broke Greg's heart.

"Is it true what they're saying," she said, "about Meg?"

Greg attempted a sympathetic smile, but he wasn't too sure that it looked any better than a grimace.

"Yeah," he said, truly sorry that he had to confirm the horrible news to this young girl. "Yeah, it's true."

Amy's face fell, the bitchy mask slipping to reveal a heartbroken girl.

"I don't believe it," she whispered, tears materializing in her eyes. "I just can't believe it." She looked up at Greg, as if hoping that he would have the answers. But, no matter how much he wished that he did, Greg couldn't give her the answers she needed or wanted. He didn't even have the answers to his own questions.

Greg wrapped his arms around Amy in what he hoped was a comforting hug.

"I know it's hard to believe, I almost don't believe it myself." He said. "But I was there, and I know it's true, no matter how hard it is to understand."

Amy stood, wrapped in his arms, her face buried in the crook of his neck, crying. Greg simply stood there, not knowing what else to do. It wasn't every day that he had a crying girl in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, hoping to give her some sort of comfort, "I am so sorry."

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Adam Wilkins. The name hung in the air, hovering like a swarm of bees ready to strike. Time seemed to stop altogether as Grissom and Catherine absorbed the truth. Then, as if somebody suddenly pressed play on the remote, the two sprang into action.

Grissom jumped from his chair and rushed to the door of the interrogation room.

"Shut off all exits," he said to the guard standing outside of the door, "don't let anybody in or out. And find Agent Wilkins and detain him."

Meg sat, frozen to her chair as she watched the two CSIs move at rapid speed as they hurried to alert everyone that a killer was loose within the lab. Brass arrived in the room, out of breath from running from his office, and he and Grissom and Catherine talked quickly in hushed voices before he sprinted off again.

Grissom left the room to do God knows what, but Catherine remained behind, shutting the door behind her boss and locking it.

"Don't worry," Catherine said as she returned to her seat opposite Meg, "we'll catch him. There's no way that he can get out of here."

Meg nodded, wanting to believe Catherine but seriously doubting. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she remembered.

"Amy." She breathed, her heart pounding a mile a minute within her chest. "Where's Amy? If he knows she's here, he'll get her."

"Don't worry," Catherine placed her hand over Meg's, "she's safe with Nick. He won't let her out of his sight. I promise."

But Meg's nerves would not be calmed. Her pulse raced and her breathing was harsh as her mind pictured the different scenarios in which Adam could get his hands on Amy. Meg's leg bounced with nervous energy and she was soon pacing the room, biting her fingernails until they were beginning to bleed. Catherine didn't try to consol or calm her. She knew that Meg needed to do this, that she needed to move and worry, and that no amount of words would placate her, but only serve to annoy her further.

And so, Meg paced for what seemed like hours. Her steps covering every inch of the room nearly a hundred times. Time was moving at a snail's pace; crawling along as if nothing was happening.

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Amy looked up from her seat in the waiting room as a handful of uniformed guards ran down the hallway. She rubbed her nose, which was red from crying, and stared after the guards.

"I wonder what's going on." She said quietly.

Greg handed her a cup of coffee and shook his head. "I have no clue. Want me to find out?"

Amy shook her head. She didn't want to be alone right now.

"No," she said, "it doesn't really matter." She sipped the coffee quietly, stewing in her thoughts.

"So," she said at length, "you and Meg."

"Yeah, me and Meg." Greg nodded his head sadly.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." Greg replied with a sad smile.

"And she tried to kill you." It wasn't a question. Amy believed what Greg had said. She didn't know why. She only knew that she trusted him.

He simply nodded his head.

"That's too bad." Amy sighed. "Meg really could have used a boyfriend."

Despite himself, despite the hurt of betrayal and a broken heart, Greg heard himself laugh.

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Adam sat in the interrogation room, staring down the CSIs that were questioning him.

The guards had caught him just as he was about to leave. He hadn't put up a fight, knowing that if he had it would only show his guilt. And why should he use brawn when he had brains? Easily he could out maneuver these pesky CSIs. They were no match for him. Their brains were no match for his.

"Would you like us to wait for your lawyer, Mr. Wilkins?" Gil Grissom asked.

"A lawyer is unnecessary." Adam shook his head, trying to remain his usual suave self. But it was difficult. A fiery rage burned within his soul. Meg had sold him out, despite his threats against her sister. Well, if she thought she could get away with that, she was sorely mistaken. As soon as he was free of this place, Adam would find Amy, and he would kill her. Then Meg would know that he meant business.

"Very well." Grissom replied.

"Mr. Wilkins," Catherine Willows said as she shifted in her seat, "Meg has named you as the man behind all these killings. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"No, I do not. Obviously Meg does not want to own up to the fact that she has murdered innocent people and is looking for a way out." Adam shook his head. "It's quite sad."

He studied the CSIs as he spoke, reading their facial expressions and their movements, searching for any sign that they believed him over Meg. But there were no signs. The two remained impassive and unreadable. It didn't matter, though. He would make them believe him. And, as soon as they released him from custody, he would make Meg pay for her betrayal.

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