Greg walks into the room next to the interrogation room and looks into the two-way mirror. He watches as Catherine tells Grissom about the body, or lack thereof, and Grissom asking Heavy Nutz Da Red Snappa about it. He laughs quietly at her comment, then stops, surprised with himself.

Dude, it wasn't that funny. At all.

But somehow, when the words were coming from her mouth, it was. He bites his lip nervously, not sure what to think of this. He only gets like this when..

His thoughts freeze momentarily.

When he's attracted to someone.

He debates this in his mind over and over, not letting himself accept it. How could he be attracted to a suspect? No, not a suspect, a murderer. An actual murderer. He sits down on one of the stools in the room and holds his head in his hands. He faintly hears the door creak as someone walks in. He looks up and Catherine is standing there with a worried expression on her face.

"You don't look so good." she said, resting her hand on his shoulder, "You wanna talk about it?"

Lord knows he did, but he couldn't. Catherine played the role of the mother of the lab, who understands everything about everybody, but there's no way that she would understand this.

"Not really." he said, an apologetic look on his face. She nods in a way that says "I understand."

She could never understand this.