Bridge fiddled with the glove on his right hand as he pondered why Kat had asked him to read the new criminal investigations professor. She had said that she felt like something was wrong with him, but Bridge wasn't quite so sure. When he and the team had met him just after he had arrived, Bridge didn't get any strange feelings off of him. He just seemed like a normal, emotionless guy. Shaking his head, Bridge grumbled. Emotionless was not normal no matter how hard he tried to make himself believe it.

This guy almost seemed to not want to get to know them personally at least that was the air he had put off. Even Z said that she felt a little intimidated by him, she said she was uncomfortable around him and felt like he was interrogating her, even though he wasn't. Sky had agreed, but brushed it aside. Bridge sighed as he walked around the corner. Maybe Kat was right.

He glanced up from his glove and spotted the object of his musings sitting on a bench under a tree. Taking his glove off, he waved it in the professors direction and frowned. The Professor's colors were in a jumble. The guy had his issues, that was for sure. Placing his glove back on his hand, he walked over to where he sat. Perhaps talking to him might shine a little light on what the professor was feeling.

"Hello, Professor Sanders." Greg said as he approached.

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Greg sanders snapped his head up at the mention of his name. Bridge stood there at ease with his hands behind his back. "Bridge." He acknowledged with a nod of his head.

"Is there something wrong, Sir." The ranger asked. "You seem very lost in thought."

Greg smirked. "You're the psychic, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then why don't you tell me if anything is wrong." Greg challenged.

He watched as the younger man's back stiffened. He had a feeling that Bridge already knew what was wrong with him, and he was curious to see just how much he had found out.

"Your aura is erratic, Sir." Bridge said. "I'm guessing that you have a lot on your mind and you are having trouble digesting it all."

Greg pursed his lips. "I'd be lying if I told you that wasn't true," he said. "Was that all you saw?"

Bridge nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"I suppose you're a little curious about who I am. I worked with the police force long enough to know that you guys don't let down your guard. Who put you up to this?" Greg asked.

The younger man's eyes widened, and Greg knew he hit a nerve. Bridge sputtered a bit before replying. "I don't know what you mean."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are a horrible liar?" Greg asked. "Look, when I first met you I figured you for the funny guy on the team. Someone that wasn't serious until he had to be," he pointed out. "Talking about someone's issues is pretty serious, therefore, my guess is that someone asked you to find out about me."

"Wow, now I know what Z meant when she said that it felt like you were interrogating her when you met us. It's because you were. Only instead of asking us questions, you were being observant."

Greg's eyebrows shot up. "Was it Z who put you up to this?"

Bridge shook his head. "No. I feel like I'll betray trust if I tell you who it was, but let's just say that they were genuinely worried about you."

Greg nodded and decided not to push Bridge any further on the subject. Instead, he just motioned for him to take a seat on the bench next to him.

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Bridge took the offered seat and waited until the other man spoke. He honestly didn't know what else to say to him but, luckily he didn't have to wait long.

"I used to be like you." The professor said. "I was good at my job and I took it seriously, but I knew when to have fun as well. Nick, a friend of mine said that I was the 'comedy relief' of my team."

Bridge frowned. The man sitting in front of him was definitely not comedy relief. "Why the change?"

Professor Sanders shrugged. "Most of it happened gradually I think. At first I started to dress differently, and then one day a friend of mine told me that I had changed. She said that she had grown to respect me as a CSI."

Bridge sensed a change in the professors tone. Talking about this woman almost seemed to make him happy and sad all at the same time. One thing was certain, this man had emotions. He just knew how to hide them."She seems cool. What is she like?" Bridge asked.

The professor flinched. "The correct question would be what was she like. Sara was one of the strongest women I had ever known. She always wanted justice. She would get so mad when we couldn't nail someone who was guilty." He let out a soft laugh and pulled a picture out of his wallet and handed it to Bridge. "She was also beautiful," he said as he pointed to one of the women in the middle of four other men including the professor. "This was taken at a Christmas Party."

Bridge sucked in his breath. It would take an idiot not to see how much this man loved the woman he pointed to. She was indeed beautiful in her own way. What captured him the most was her eyes. They seemed to show her vulnerabilities somehow, even though the rest of her body language told a different story. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened to her?"

The professor bowed his head. "She was shot to death at a crime scene," he revealed with a bitter laugh. "Right in front of me. I couldn't do anything for her."

Bridge bowed his head. He couldn't imagine something like that happening to any of his friends. Although, he knew very well that it could. Sky was a walking talking reminder of that. His father had died a red ranger, leaving Sky and his mother behind. Letting out a slow breath, he handed the picture back. "The two of you seemed really close."

The man next to him nodded and what he said next sent chills down his spine.

"She was my wife."

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