If you haven't read in my profile, I'll inform you...My computer got attacked by a virus and I can't update every weekend now, cause obviously I can't turn on my fricking computer. So I wrote this during my lunch periods at school, be happy I can even do that. I just want you guys to know that I'll try putting one out at least every month, kay?

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Secret Whispers: Chapter Ten Sugar High

Warrick's phone rang; he picked it up, "Warrick."

"Hey, hey, hey. What are you two doing here." Said a totally wired Greg.

"I'm doing my honorable duty as a part time stalker, now what do you want?"

Greg sounded slightly miffed as Nick took the cell away, by force from Greg, "Hey Warrick, you think we should go in?"

"Possibly, but half of us need to stay out here in case they leave. Besides what good does going in do?"

"Uh…" Nick paused.

Warrick heard the very distant sound of Greg shouting, "Drinks for everyone."

Nick whispered into the phone, "I think he's high."

"Well thanks for stating the obvious, Sherlock. But seriously what good does going in there do?"

Again with Greg, "Convo's weird weird convo's."

"You know, Greg actually has a good idea for once." Nick said.

"What a surprise."

"Hey!" Greg shouted, "No stealing my ideas."

"Let's just let him go in." Warrick said.

"And let him ruin everything? I don't think so."

"Then let someone go with him." Warrick said.

"Yeah but who? Oh I'm gonna flip a coin, call it in the air?"

"What and you cheat? I can't see you from here behind a car windshield you know. Why don't we just let Cath and Greg go in by themselves and we be on guard duty?"

Nick sounded resigned as he answered, "Fine."

Warrick looked over at Cath who was feeling a bit left out and told her that she and Greg were going into the bar to spy on their woebegone charges. Greg and Cath got out of their passenger side of the car and met up at the doorway. Nick and Warrick couldn't help but laugh as Greg went all hyper…again for the second time of the night. "You know." Said Warrick on the phone, "He's gonna pay for caffeine overdose the next morning and then you won't have a partner."

"Oh well. I'll just drag him out of bed. Besides how interesting can stalking get? It'll probably be his apartment, university, bar, work, and then home." Nick said.

"Maybe, maybe not. Hey you want pizza?" Warrick asked as he spotted a pizza place next to the bar.

"Yeah, thanks how bout pepperoni?"

"Okay one pepperoni pizza coming right up, you keep watch on the door." Warrick said and then snapped his phone shut before crossing the street to the pizza place.

Meanwhile inside Cath and hyper Greg found a seat near the table occupied by the people they were suppose to watch and other peoples that they assumed were also from the university. The table however was not in direct sight of the big table, but they could see the big table, which was cool.

A waitress swaggered over and took their orders; she had the slowest and the most provocative walk that Cath had ever seen on earth. Greg was leaning over the side of the table trying to catch a sight of something other then multicolored skirts. Cath flicked his head and told him to pay attention and not to the girl. Greg was in a bad mood for a while till the waitress showed up with their orders and gave him a peck on the cheek. Cath shook her head and peeked at the big table, they were playing spin the bottle and there were some making out going on.

Joe had his arm slung over a sulky blonde while their other suspect was chatting with a pretty black girl, her sparkling white teeth showed as she laughed at his jokes. A strand of hair hung loosely, enticingly in her eyes, Cath snorted, the oldest trick in the books. Cath didn't have a chance to find out if the guy was smart enough to avoid "the trick" cause then her charge was walking out the door with the blonde in tow. "I'm going to tail my guy. You stay here and do nothing stupid okay?"

"Mhmm." Greg said not looking from the waitress who was flirting with him about 10 yards away.

Cath snorted in disgust before leaving, Cath phoned Warrick, "Warrick."

"Yeah Warrick, our target's on the move again."

"Yippee." Warrick said without enthusiasm in his voice, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Not yet. They're still on foot."

"Be careful, Cath. I don't want a dead partner you know."

"Warrick…you worry too much. I'll be fine, see you in a bit." Cath snapped her cell shut, as Warrick got ready to protest.

Warrick glared at his phone and scanned the street as he picked up a piece of pizza from half of a box. He easily spotted Cath tailing about 25 feet from two people; he waved a goodbye to Nick and started the car. He slowly drove down the empty street and stopped as the couple got into a car. Not the fancy car that Joe drove but a more battered up version of a Mercedes Benz. Such a shame, Warrick thought.

Cath signaled for Warrick to wait, Joe and the girl drove off as Cath got into the passenger side of the car. They followed at a moderate pace neither too far behind or too close to the car; once or twice they almost had a heart attack as they almost lost the car. Finally all the excitement was over as they ended up on Las Vegas's version of lover's lane.

"Oh god." Said Warrick.

"Afraid?" asked Cath teasingly.

"No, not really."

"Then shut up and keep the car in sight."

Couple of minutes passed and Warrick couldn't resist, "Kinky."

Cath punched him in the arm.

For Greg and Nick, everything was boring as usual, nothing near as kinky as Warrick's and Cath's charge. Greg slowly came off of his caffeine and sugar high and started paying attention to his assigned assignment. Nothing unusual going on except for Ryan's girlfriend making baby eyes at Ryan who was like totally oblivious to what was going on. Talk bout frigid aye?

Greg turned around and started flirting and teasing some probably useless information out of the cute waitress. After done with, tediously as Greg would put it extracting info from her, he turned around to find. Poof! Ryan had disappeared and right under his nose too, all that was left was a distraught girlfriend and some totally smashed teenagers. Greg panicked and picked up his cell phone, "Hey Nick?"

"Mmm?" Nick sounded like he was stuffing his face, which he probably was.

"Did you see Ryan leave?"

"No, why?"

"He disappeared."

"Greg you're suppose to be keeping an eye on him."

"Yeah, I know, but he just like…Poof…and…yeah…"

"Okay…okay…Greg I'll go check if his car is gone." A few minutes later, which seemed to Greg like a million years, Nick started up the conversation again, "Yeah, he's just getting in his car, you coming out or what?"

"Yeah, yeah be there in a sec."

Greg clicked his phone shut, threw some cash onto the table, made a seductive (in Greg's little world) face at the waitress who winked back and twirled a lock of hair. He hurried out of the small bar and into the open car door, he sniffed the air. "Pizza?"

"Yeah there's still a slice left if you want it. Now come on close the door."

Greg grabbed the sad looking slice and stuffed it into his mouth as Nick drove after Ryan's SUV.

Back at the lab, Sara stood totally stock still staring at the wall, that was how bored she was. A hand landed on Sara's shoulder and shocked her out of daydreaming, her reflexes kicked in and she backhanded the person who had his or her hand on her shoulder. Fortunately it was not some weird serial killer who was going to kill her, but unfortunately it happened to be her boss.

Sara gasped in horror and started to profusely apologize, Grissom rubbed his sore cheek but shrugged before smiling, "No harm done."

"Oh um…by the way…that case…I found out that the victim's both lived in the same apartment building. Apparently it's some rich kid hide out or something like that."

Grissom nodded, "Well that helps. The next victim should or could be from that same building, but…"

"Assume nothing and assume everything. Yeah I know." Sara said rolling her eyes.

Archie stuck his head into the break room, "Uh…guys I got that surveillance tape from the apartment building."

Sara stared at Grissom, "There's a surveillance camera in that apartment?"

"Yeah." Grissom said in his totally preppy way, "Rich kids, rich building, therefore more things to steal."

"Oh." Said Sara as she followed Grissom and Archie to Archie's domain.

Archie booted up his computer and typed for a minute or two, he pulled up the surveillance tape and paused the tape. He pointed, "Vic number one entered the building at 21:04:15 and Vic number two left the building at 22:20:45 on the day she died. And lookie here." He fast forwarded the tape on the day of the death of Michaels to approximately 22:01:59 and paused it, "Our suspect number one."

And sure enough there was Ryan walking up the stairs of the apartment building, Grissom stared and said, "Fast forward it to which floor he walks off on."

Yep, the floor where Tim Michaels had met his end.