I don't suppose anyone is interested in a little chapter two are they? Really? No one? No one at all? Oh, yes, you in the back! You would like a second chapter? Well lucky you, here it is! Oh, and please forgive that I know absolutely nothing about cars and made up everything about the car conversation.
Thanks so much to reviewers, you are personally thanked at the end, and I hope this begins to meet your angst standards. Enjoy.
Miles in his Shoes
By Goody
After a quick scan of the registered owner's information and then printing the page, Greg popped the sheets into a folder and then went in search of Grissom.
Apparently the supervisor hadn't found out too much from Doc Robbins because he was already back from the medical examiner's. Peaking into the print lab Greg saw him helping Nick scan in all of the fingerprints they had found at the hotel room. Upon spotting them both Greg immediately slowed his pace and walked casually into the room, smiling as he stood on his tiptoes to peer at the computer screen over Nick's shoulders.
"So, you get anything yet?" Greg asked, sounding curious but also like he was hiding something of his own.
"Oh, hey Greg, no, nothing concrete. A couple of names have popped out but they've pretty much all got rap sheets, and don't seem connected, so it's hard to know who might have actually been there and whose prints are old," Nick explained.
"I see, I see. So would the name and address of the getaway car's owner help any?" Greg asked, knowing the answer as he tossed the folder onto the table and waited to see who would scoop it up first. On this occasion Grissom was faster and leafed through the few pages of information.
"Miguel Sanchez," Grissom read aloud. "22, sealed juvenile record, just got off probation for several minor robbery charges."
"And he lives in Harcant," Greg added when his supervisor stopped reading aloud.
Grissom nodded at this, "Nicky, do we have any prints yet matching a Miguel Sanchez?"
Nick checked his list of matched prints, "No, not yet, that doesn't mean much though, we're not even half done with these."
"All right, I'll keep on them and let you know if anything significant pops out. I think Brass will want to pay a visit to Mister Sanchez. Why don't you and Greg go with him?" Grissom asked, the offer being his way of showing that Greg had done a good job.
"Sweet," Greg replied enthusiastically. For some reason, he loved talking to suspects. It was actually kind of strange because he was very often nervous dealing with new forms of evidence in case he somehow handled them wrong, but he was very relaxed and comfortable confronting suspects, some of which were killers or rapists. Perhaps it was because it was what he really wanted, meeting the bad guy and putting him away – after all that was the rush that had drawn him to the job in the first place when he had helped put away that shady coin dealer – but it also may have just been the fact that he was good with people. Greg was a good talker, everyone knew that, and he wondered if that wasn't another reason Grissom was letting him go. After all, Grissom wasn't exactly known for being a people person himself.
Either way, Greg was more than happy to accompany Nick and eagerly followed him out the door after a brief good-bye wave to Grissom.
"Hope he has fun with all those prints," Greg commented, a hint of teasing in his voice.
Nick shook his head and mumbled good naturedly, "You make one ID and you think you're CSI 2.0."
"No, I think I'm CSI not-stuck-in-the-lab, and that's enough for me," Greg said, reaching the door to the locker room first.
"Well Mr. Anti-lab, I'll meet you in the station."
A few minutes later Greg was waiting in the hallway of the police station. Nick had gone to find Brass and explain their new lead in the case. Greg knew he wouldn't be gone long, Brass was always quick to talk to a suspect, find flaws in their stories and bring them in. He was never one to leave a case hanging open if it could be helped. But as Greg waited he drifted towards the Remembrance Wall. He didn't think that was what it was really called but that's the name he had given it in his own head and he felt it was appropriate as it listed all the officers that had been killed in the line of duty. Looking up and down the black surface he read over some of the names.
Lieutenant Michael Walters
Detective Logan Pierce
Detective Marie Skeller
CSI Holly Gribbs
He stopped on that one. She was the only CSI on the whole wall, even though Greg knew they had come close to losing almost everyone at least once. Sara had been threatened by a mental patient, he had been blown up in his lab, Nick had come close several times, hell, even Grissom had been stupid and went to confront Sid Goggle without a gun or backup. But Holly was the only one to ever die. It brought a strange kind of reality to the job, he thought. It wasn't just playing with new technology and putting away the bad guys, this work was real and dirty and unfortunately, sometimes bad things happened to good people.
For some reason, Greg's mind kept floating back to Nick cocking his gun in the locker room, fully prepared to use it.
Sometimes Greg wondered if he fully understood what he had gotten into with this work.
"Greg, you ready?" Nick asked, Brass standing just behind him, checking his holster of all things, as if subtly reminding Greg that this was serious. They were on their way to one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Vegas to interview a murder suspect and there was no room for fooling around.
Greg took one final look at the Remembrance Wall, ran his hand over Holly's name, even though they had never met, then nodded.
"Yeah, let's go."
Twenty minutes later Greg found himself staring out the window of Brass's car, watching the same streets pass by that he had seen only a few hours ago when they first came out to the crime scene. He hadn't needed to be told that they were bringing as few cars as possible again, and had willingly gotten in the back, not really minding. At the moment he was occupied watching the sky slowly lighten as the sun inched its way upwards. He also desperately tried to block out the sounds of the radio that threatened to make him cry.
Honestly, who would think Brass would be a country fan and actually turn up the volume of Nick's crappy station? The music gods seemed to be against him that night and he knew it was probably his punishment for downloading so many songs instead of buying CDs. It didn't seem fair but he thought he may deserve it.
It was still early, very early to those who had no notion of what it was like to work a nightshift, but he knew it was never too early to confront murder suspects. One thing he had learned during his training was the sooner they are confronted, the less time they have to destroy or lose any evidence they may have with them to link them back to the crime.
The roads suddenly became less familiar as Brass veered off from the path taken to get to the crime scene, but not too long afterwards the car slowed to a stop. Evidently Miguel Sanchez didn't live far from where the Morada hotel killings had taken place.
Things aren't looking good for Miguel, Greg thought, leaning to peer out the front window to see where they had stopped.
It was a small, rundown apartment complex, with probably no more than four or five small residences. The rest of the road had pretty much the same thing, a few small homes mixed in with a couple dilapidated, larger housing complexes.
"721 Oxford St, apartment 4," Nick read aloud from Greg's computer printout on their suspect's address. Greg looked at the old building and saw a rusty 721 hanging above the cracked window in the building's lobby. The really interesting thing though was what was coming down the street.
Leaning into the front, Greg touched Nick's shoulder to get his attention, then pointed out the front window, "That's the car, Chevy Impala, black."
"It sure is. So sweet," Nick commented, able to appreciate the quality of the car as much as Greg had.
"Hey, if he's convicted is his car up for grabs?" Greg asked jokingly.
"You can ask him yourself, he's pulling over," Nick replied.
They all watched with interest as the car indeed slowed and parked in front of 721 Oxford Street, only about thirty feet away from their own car. A Mexican man in his early twenties then quickly got out, scratching his head and looking around nervously.
"And that indeed appears to be Miguel Sanchez," Nick announced, comparing the young man locking his car to the photo on his lap.
"Driver in the surveillance tape was wearing a red bandana too," Greg added, pointing out that Miguel was wearing something similar.
"Well, I think that's enough to warrant a discussion," Brass decided, buttoning his jacket as he got out of the car and approached Miguel before he could get inside the building.
"Miguel Sanchez!" Brass called out loudly, flashing his badge when he got the man's attention. "Las Vegas PD, I'm detective Brass. These gentlemen are from the crime lab, we'd like to have a word with you."
There was a flash of panic in Miguel's eyes but he quickly replaced it with the cocky state of shock that most suspects take in his position.
"I got nothing to say to you guys, I'm gonna be late for work," Miguel lied, trying to inch his way closer to his building and away from any questions the police may have.
"We haven't even told you why we're here," Nick pointed out.
"I don't need to know why. I haven't done anything so I got nothin' to say to any of you," Miguel replied, starting to find a bit of confidence, despite how intimidating Nick and Brass could be together.
"Well what do you say to this, we've got video surveillance that shows your car being used in a double murder a few hours ago," Brass explained, laying it all out. "Now, a good defense would have been, 'but I wasn't in my car all night'. Unfortunately for you, we just saw you drive up in it alone, so you've got one chance to start talking."
"You wanna talk to me, you arrest me, otherwise I'm outta here … hey, get away from my car! What do you think you're doing?" Miguel asked Greg, outraged that anyone would touch his car.
While Brass and Nick had been asking Miguel questions and trying to wear him down enough to talk, Greg had slipped around the three and had taken out his mag-lite to shine into the windows of Miguel's very nice car.
"You step back man. Unless you got a warrant or something you can't even touch my ride," Miguel said, reciting his own rights as he took a stance between Greg and his car, as though protecting the vehicle from harm.
Brass started to move to get Miguel back over there with him to continue questioning, but Nick placed a hand on Brass's arm, halting him.
"Give him a sec," Nick requested, curious to see how Greg handled the situation. He hadn't seen Greg interact with many suspects yet but he wanted to give Greg a chance because he knew he enjoyed talking to them. Brass allowed it for the moment, staying close to his own car with Nick, but kept a close eye on the young CSI.
For his part, Greg wasn't intimidated by this suspect. As much as he wore the colors that the members of the Mexican faction of this mini-gang war were supposed to wear, it was clear that Miguel was not the smooth, cool under pressure type of gangster he wanted to appear to be. He was sweating even though they had only been asking him questions for a few minutes, and he was also defensive and easily distracted, as shown by his jumping at Greg. The man was young too, younger than Greg, only 22, and the CSI had a feeling that Miguel Sanchez was probably just in over his head.
With this in mind Greg willingly stepped back from the car, putting up his hands in a show of peace.
"I didn't touch it, I was just admiring the very fine piece of machinery you have there," Greg said kindly, having sincerely been looking at the interior as much as he had been trying to spot evidence.
"What would you know about it?" Miguel huffed, not impressed by what he took to be a lame excuse from a cop for trying to violate his rights.
"Well, I know you got the Chrome Radials custom designed in a very sweet, vintage pattern. You probably special ordered those rear platings and I'm betting you've got a 100, 150 Ledmer under this hood," Greg hypothesized, easily dipping into his vast car knowledge. It was enough to impress Miguel into stepping aside so a person who understood it could admire the full beauty of his car.
"You know your cars. It's a 175 actually," Miguel corrected him, patting the hood affectionately.
Greg almost whistled, "Sweet man, seriously."
"I know, I got the 720 Redar shocks to compensate," Miguel continued gloating, momentarily forgetting he was in the middle of a police investigation as he talked cars with Greg.
"Yeah, you'd need 'em with the Ledmer's extra fuel absorption," Greg commented, making a show of really looking the car over once more. "You really know your ride. So, I bet you also know where you and it were about six hours ago. You want to tell me about that?"
Greg wasn't trying to scare Miguel into talking and his tone wasn't hard and demanding like Brass's had been. Instead he was asking, almost like a friend, using the quick rapport he had established with Miguel to try to get him to talk.
The smile quickly faded from Miguel's face as he was asked the question, but this time there was no anger as there had been when he talked to Brass, instead there was uncertainty, grief and hesitancy.
"I can't … I can't talk about it," Miguel replied weakly.
From Brass's car Nick couldn't hear everything the two were saying, but he could tell Greg was wearing Miguel down and was impressed. The young man clearly hadn't been willing to talk under pressure and apparently Greg had decided a little 'good cop, bad cop' was in order and had quickly established a rapport with the suspect to earn his trust and get him to talk. He supposed that was just Greg's way. The fashionable former labrat would probably never be able to intimidate anyone but he didn't have any trouble in getting people to talk to and trust him and that was an important quality to have too, whether many people recognized it or not. Nick could tell Brass wanted to just take Miguel in right now and crack him at the station, but Nick had a feeling that Greg was close to something and requested:
"Just give him another minute."
To which Brass nodded but didn't appear entirely patient.
Back by the Impala Greg knew he could get Miguel to talk, he could feel it, "Look, we know you were there, we've got surveillance footage. The only way to make this easier on yourself is to come clean and we're gonna have to know who was with you too."
It was only then that Miguel showed any signs of anger with Greg, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about! Get away from me and my car, we're done here!"
It was clear Miguel was through talking but didn't move, instead he was waiting for Greg to back away from his vehicle first. Greg put up his hands once more and did as asked.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," he said as he walked by Miguel to return to Brass and Nick.
Brass wasn't done with Miguel yet though and moved to take Greg's place. But the detective had barely taken a step forward when there was a body numbing bang, followed by Greg yelling out in pain as he fell into Miguel, who happened to be beside him when the bullet imbedded itself in Greg's arm.
"Ah!" Greg exclaimed in surprised agony as he toppled over.
"Down!" Brass yelled, drawing his weapon.
"Greg!" Nick immediately started to pull his own gun and run towards Greg but Brass wouldn't allow it. He grabbed a resistant Nick by the arm as he ran past and forced him to take cover behind his car. "Nick, get down dammit!"
There were too many bullets raining down and the sprint to the Impala was too far; they would never make it over without getting hit. Nick started to fight Brass off and make another run for it, but when a bullet landed nearby he knew the detective was right, he would never make it over without getting shot. Greg was on his own.
Fortunately though Miguel was not a total loss for a human being.
"Shit, move!" he ordered, catching Greg when he fell into him, dragging him by the collar and dropping him behind his car as more bullets hit the sidewalk and road around them. Greg fell when Miguel released him and lay on the ground in front of the passenger door, hissing in pain and trying to figure out what was going on.
"Oh god," he whispered, both pain and fear constricting his voice. His arm was on fire and he could already feel the blood start to trickle down his sleeve from the bullet wound. He started to roll over slowly and then found himself pushed out of the way as his suspect tried to pull open the passenger door.
"Sons of bitches! Shit! Shit!" Miguel panicked, ducking a bullet that came too close.
Behind Brass's car, which Greg thought had never looked so far away, Nick and Brass were hunched low, trying to make sense of the situation.
As Brass shouted into his radio he also briefly stood and tried to see their shooter(s) and where they were coming from.
"This is Detective Brass, we have a shooting in progress, 721 Oxford St. Harcant, request immediate back up, we are under heavy fire and have a CSI down!" he yelled to dispatch, repeating several times to make sure he was understood over the weapons fire.
Meanwhile, Nick had locked eyes with Greg, who was leaned up against the Impala, clutching his bleeding right arm and seemingly searching for some way of escape.
"Nick!" he yelled, unsure of what he should do. He wasn't armed and had never been trained for situations like this and trusted that Nick, being far more experienced, would know what to do.
"Greg, don't move! Stay there and stay down!" Nick called out, the advice being the only help he could offer. Greg nodded and tried to appear composed but the illusion was shattered when another bullet struck nearby and he ducked closer to the ground, covering his head. "Damn it! Brass! We've gotta get him out of there!"
Even though the police car was taking some shots it was obvious most of the bullets were intended for Miguel, and they wouldn't be picky about tearing apart the gangster or the CSI trapped with him.
When Greg lifted his head he immediately sought out Nick again, desperately hoping the Texan had come up with a way to get him out of the line of fire, but Nick had no plan, he could only watch. His friend was thirty feet away, bleeding, being shot at and counting on him, and Nick couldn't do anything to help him. Nick hadn't felt this trapped and choiceless since he had been buried alive and he vaguely wondered if this was how the rest of the team had felt while they watched him on that video feed from his coffin.
"What do you want me to do?" Brass demanded since they clearly had few options, then rose to quickly send off a single shot through one of the windows of the building the weapons fire was coming from.
"How long until back up?" Nick asked, gun also pointed up and ready to fire whenever a target came into view.
"A few minutes," Brass answered. Peeking out once more he saw only a gun barrel appear in another of the abandoned building's windows. "Damn it, I've got no clear shot on the shooters."
For his part, Miguel did not know where the shots were coming from, but also didn't seem to care, he just wanted to get away from them.
"To hell with this man. Putting an end to this shit right now!" he exclaimed as he finally got the passenger door of his car open. Greg watched with blurred vision as the man immediately lunged for the glove compartment and pulled out a gun.
Greg cringed away, wanting to run even more since it appeared that Miguel intended to join this firefight and take a shot at his attackers, which could only make things worse.
It was quite a surprise when the gun swung around to be aimed at his forehead.
"Get in the car!" Miguel demanded, shaky, but clearly desperate enough to pull the trigger.
Greg was shocked into freezing for a moment, now panting from sheer terror instead of just incredible pain, knowing that if Miguel decided to pull the trigger that the bullet would do a lot more damage than the one in his arm. In fact, he would be dead.
Behind Brass's car, Nick had been trying to get a look at their shooters and gasped when he turned back around.
"Oh no."
Hearing this faint exclamation, Brass turned as well and his eyes widened. Their suspect had a gun leveled at Greg's head, as if the young CSI didn't have enough problems at the moment.
"Hey!" Brass shouted, trying to get Miguel's attention, as if that would stop the man. Brass also brought his gun around, trying to get a clear shot at the suspect but Greg was in the way.
"Greg!" Nick yelled, but he had no shot either. He was tempted to try and make the sprint across the open street to the Impala and even crouched low near the bumper to get ready to run but a bullet tore by only inches from his face and he knew he would never make it. He watched and prayed.
"Take it easy," Greg requested, lifting his arm in a show of compliance, not in any shape to fight this much stronger, armed man.
"I said move!" Miguel ordered again, grabbing Greg by his bleeding arm.
"Ah, stop!" he shouted, his vision briefly fading from pain. When he could see again he was being pushed headfirst through the passenger door and into the driver's seat.
"Jesus!" he covered his head. The bullets were closer here, louder and much more dangerous.
Miguel had moved into the passenger seat, gun still pointed at Greg with the other hand fishing in his pocket. He finally pulled out a ring of keys and fumbled to stick them into the ignition. When the engine came to life Miguel immediately ducked down as far as possible and closed the passenger door.
"Greg, no! Jim we have to stop this!" Nick shouted as they both watched Greg being forced into the Impala's driver seat. "I'm gonna shoot out the tires."
"Nick no, you could hit the gas tank," Brass countered, not willing to take the risk since they didn't have a clear enough shot at the car and it had already taken a lot of weapons damage.
"Drive! Now!" Miguel yelled at Greg, gun unsteady in his hands that may have been shaking worse than Greg's did.
"What?"
It was only then that Greg realized he was being used as a human shield. Miguel had placed him in the driver's seat to protect the gangster from any stray bullets as he got away. "Come on, get us out of here!"
The gun was at his temple now, and Greg decided that leaving was actually a pretty good looking plan, even if he was risking being shot. He didn't know where he would end up, but somehow it had to be better than here.
"Okay, okay," he muttered and reached over with his left hand to shift the car into drive. His right remained pinned to his chest as he tried to keep it immobile, adrenaline making him able to ignore the pain for now.
When he hit the gas he floored it and the car swerved off the sidewalk. Suddenly there were more bullets than ever trying to stop them. When the back window shattered Greg ducked instinctually and took the wheel with him, running them against another car.
"Brass, they're leaving!" Nick shouted even though he knew Brass was watching as closely as he was.
"I know," Brass said then took out his radio once more. "This is Brass, shootout has escalated into a hostage situation. Suspect has forced a CSI into his car and they are leaving crime scene. I cannot follow. Repeat, I cannot follow. All units watch for a Black Chevy Impala with a broken back window, license plate 439-QRB. Hostage is the driver, proceed with caution."
"Go! Go, get us out of here!" Miguel continued to demand, dividing his focus from behind them, to Greg, to in front and then back, but never shifting the gun away from Greg's head.
The CSI regained control, straightened the car out and sent them straight down the road. Four or five houses had to pass by before it was clear they were no longer being fired on, and both sighed a little in relief. For his part Greg kept his gaze fixed straight ahead as he continued to drive, not yet done being terrified – there may not have been any more bullets firing down on them but he still had to worry about the ones in the gun aimed directly at his head.
When the Impala was out of sight the gunfire died down almost immediately. Brass and Nick risked peeking out from behind the car to try to spot their shooters, but there was no one in sight. The building they had been firing from must have a back entrance, Brass concluded. Stepping into the road he kept his gun pointed at the ground and slowly approached the driver's side of his car.
"Brass come on, we may be able to catch up," Nick urged him, jumping into the passenger seat, desperately eager to catch up with the Impala and get Greg back safely.
But Brass sighed and remained where he was.
"No, we won't."
Both side tires were blown out and there were three bullets in the hood of the car. They weren't going anywhere.
"Whoever wants this guy dead also wants to make sure the cops don't get to him first," Brass noted.
"And meanwhile Greg's caught in the crossfire!" Nick pointed out, masking his own concern poorly after the shootout he had just been in and venting his frustration by kicking at Brass's deflated tires. "Damn it! How the hell did this happen?"
Brass had no reply so instead repeated his APB on the Impala over all police channels. Standing in the middle of the street with their bullet-ridden car, they could only wait and listen to the radio for updates as Greg was forced further and further away.
TBC
I really hope you're all enjoying so far. I'm trying something a little different with this fic (that's all I ever seem to do) and I hope it works. That will probably mean not a whole lot of Nick and the gang and more of a focus on Greg as the story goes along, but I have a feeling not a lot of you will mind. I have the whole story all planned out in my head and it looks so good to me so I really hope you all enjoy it and I can do the images in my head justice. Images, not voices, I'm not insane.
Cause what keeps me sane? My reviewers, and I must thank them for it.
Kazan28 – I like to think all my stories are interesting, so thank you. It might be better to say that things are getting intense though, I love it!
Neeners – Thank you, I work very hard on my proofreading to make my chapters sound good. I hope I held your attention.
Jadieloves – It took me a minute to figure out your abbreviation, but I got it. Thanks so much.
Utemia – Wow! Germany! I have an international reviewer, that's so cool! Thanks for reading.
Manhattan SVU – Well, of course Greg's a great CSI, especially in a Greg story. I always hate when he screwed up in the show earlier on, it didn't seem realistic to me, Greg's smarter than that. I love official CSI Greg.
Rozzy07 – Why thank you, I take pride in my dialogue and I love to hear that people appreciate it.
New creation – ah, you always say the nicest things. Thank you, but I don't mind sharing my imagination. I'd just be greedy if I kept it all to myself. Really though, you're very kind, it's good to be back with a new fic and get to talk to my readers again. So thank you for being here.
Emmithar – I know, that's a big step for me, using an entire chapter for set up with no action. I think I'm growing as a writer, or I'm just getting boring. I agree, I would also like to understand more Greg's dislike for guns, he seemed very adamant about not getting one when he spoke with Hodges. It may be something to explore. I might make up a reason and put it in a later chapter now that I think about it. Anyway, thanks for the review.
Sillie – Why hello! I will try to be regular with the updates and as always, I greatly appreciate the constant reviews.
Red Tigress – lol, yeah, I love Stargate too, I couldn't resist, Archie just seems like one of us. I miss Richard Dean Anderson though, Benjamin Brower seems too young for the role. Anyway, glad you liked the geek reference, thanks for reviewing.
Toxicat – Oh, thank you, I always feel so proud and humbled to be on people's fave's list, it's odd but I appreciate it, and the fact that you have read all my stuff. I don't know how many more CSI fics I will have in me after this one but as long as the show is on I will probably keep writing. Thanks for the review.
CSIwildchild – why thank you so much, I'm excited to be back. I love hearing from my constant reviewers again, it feels like getting back in touch with old friends. I'm glad you liked the chapter, I was worried people would lose interest since the action didn't start until the second one. Thanks for the review, hope to hear from you again.
Kenzimone – lol, I never thought of how that summary would sound to someone who doesn't know the story like I do. I guess it does sound pretty good to just hear Greg and gang war together. Good work on the radio battle with your dad, I was inspired by my sister, she only listens to country, so annoying. Awesome on the websurfing thing too, I seem to have gotten a lot of you in that chapter. Updates should be pretty regular, thanks for the review.
BuyingNickyShavingCream – Oh, thank you, I only hope I can live up to your expectations, it's hard to find original plot ideas in CSI and I worry about keeping people's interest. I hope you enjoy it.
Shacky20 – It just makes me smile so much when I see a review from you. You make my day as much as I make yours, seriously. I enjoyed all the Nick/Greg interaction as well, their dialogue just comes so easily it amazes me, and I also liked writing insecure Greg so I'm glad you enjoyed it. You have told me many times how much you love Painful Journeys and I am trying to live up to that love. As I said in my notes there probably won't be as much as Nick as solo Greg in this one but I have a lot of plans and it should all be a crazy rollercoaster that I hope you'll like. And I feel very honored to have my fic in your top three, especially since Geekwriter has so many great fics out there that I didn't expect to make top ten. And I did read your fic and loved it as I said and the video definitely kicked serious ass, I just watched it again today actually, I love it. Anyway, I'm sure I'll hear from you again, thanks for the review.
Sanders-Kzaos – Why thank you, I am very happy to be back. Don't worry about not reviewing Painful Journeys, it was so long ago I don't expect reviews for it anymore really, I'm just glad you liked it. Thanks for mentioning that you enjoyed all the little things like the thoughts and such, I always worry people just skim over those and I spend time on them for nothing, so it's good to know people enjoy them.
HelenLouise – I'm glad you liked the first chapter and the little spoiler I sent you. But if you really want to know how it's all going to pan out in the end you may have a bit of a wait, I have quite a lot planned, so there should be many more chapters to come. And I am so glad you liked my insights, things like that are usually my favorite part of other people's fics, so it's good to know people enjoy mine. Internet time is still limited but I always have time to post, I just don't have time to read as many other Greg fics as I'd like and that makes me sad, but I survive. Thanks so much for the review.
Mellaithwen – You got me. I know nothing about cars, and am a Supernatural fan and figured Dean's was probably considered a very nice car so I donated it to my bad guy. Very good catch on that one. The CSI fandom actually almost lost me to Supernatural. I was gonna write a multi-chapter fic about the Winchester boys but then I decided I finally had to write this idea I've had for forever. Anyway though, I'm rambling, thanks for the review.
That's it from me, I'll probably have more in a few days. Tell me what you think, thanks for reading, Goody.