"Now Greg, remember. The safety word is Aardvark. If we hear you say it, we'll come help you." Grissom extensively talks Greg through the safety precautions of working undercover as they stand in the trailor. Greg nods and sighs.

"I know, boss. I'll remember." he opens the door and jumps out of the trailor. He walks himself through what he's going to say and do when he sees Heavy Nutz da Red Snappa. In the darkness of the alley, he sees a woman standing against a wall, blowing smoke into the air. His heart races as he comes ever closer to her. She doesn't look quite as terrifying as he had imagined. She actually looks quite pretty. But that doesn't stop his heart from racing; he knows what kinds of crimes she has committed in the past. As he approaches her, she looks at him and takes the joint out of her mouth, letting the hand holding it rest by her side. Nervously, he begins to speak.

"Hi. I'm Greg."

As she looks up, she scrutinizes the man standing beside her. She glances at his crossed arms, and can see that his hands are shaking, even though he is obviously trying to hide it. Still, she raises her eyebrow.

For someone like him.. he's pretty damn cute.

She tries not to look too impressed, as intimidation, she believes, is the key.

"Hey." She drops the joint on the ground and puts it out with her tattered blue tennishoes. "How you doin'?

Greg forces a smile at her, nervous about how this is all going to play out.

"I'm good."

She laughs, and at first, he takes this as a good sign, but then she looks at him, a slightly taunting glint in her eyes, and he feels anxious again. She speaks, wearing a smirk.

"You're just like how I imagined you." What this means, he never really found out. He just stood there dumbly, not sure what to say. She leans back against the brick wall crossing her arms.

"So why do you want to join the Sandlebacks?"

His blood suddenly runs cold. It's a question he never expected, even though he probably should have. He's tempted to just say 'aardvark' and run, but he keeps talking.

"Well.. uh, I .. don't know. I just.. do.."

Sara narrows her eyes at him.

"Oh really."

I'll admit, it's better than hearing 'It doesn't matter, let me in, bitch'

"How do I join?" Greg asks sheepishly. She puts her head against the wall and sighs, thinking of some sort of test she can put him through. Then she remembers.

"Well, first of all," she points to the dumpster nearby, "There's a body in there. Help me hide it."

Greg can't hide his shock. He yells 'aardvark'. She gives him a confused look, until she sees police men coming down the alley. She tries to run away, but they catch her, push her against the wall and handcuff her. Breathing heavily, she glares at Greg. The last words she says as she walks past are

"I'll get you."