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(A.N. Hope you like it.)
"Nick! Nick wait up!" Nick turned around to see Greg running up to him, papers in hand. "I've got the results on those hairs you sent me. They belong to a Dr. Daniel Jackson." Greg handed Nick the results.
"Thanks!" Nick said. "And I'm glad to see that you gave up that whole song-and-dance thing in your time as a CSI."
Greg looked mock hurt. "Give up my song-and dance? Never. You haven't heard the weirdest part yet!" Nick sighed.
"What is it Greg?"
"Dr. Daniel Jackson was reported dead in '94." That had Nick's attention.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"You betcha." Greg seemed to really be enjoying this. "Not including '94, he's been reported dead at least 6 times since then. Each one was then been withdrawn a short time afterward."
"You can't withdraw a death certificate." Nick said incredulously.
Greg shrugged. "Well they did."
"Who's 'they'?" Nick asked, wishing that for once, Greg would just get to the point.
"The Airforce." Greg replied.
Nick nodded. "Oh, so he's a military man."
Greg shook his head. "No. An archeologist. Made some big claims a while back about the great pyramids being made by aliens. I loved to read the things he wrote." Nick raised his eyebrows. "Then he just disappeared from the academic community." Greg looked a little disappointed.
"Oh, great." Nick groaned. "A conspiracy theorist?" He sighed. "I'll go call him in."
(A.N. Please review! Sorry about the short chapters, I promise they'll come out frequently, preferably every day.)