A/N: It's short, but it's just a transition. The next chapter is longer, just polishing it up cause it's pretty darn important!

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When Nick arrived at work he immediately sought out Greg but he couldn't find him anywhere. He finally walked into Hodges lab, who was explaining something to Sara, who looked like she was trying to hear the relevant information.

"Hey have you guys seen Greg?" Sara looked to him, grateful for the break.

Sara said, "He's talking to D.B right now. Why what's going on?" Nick debated telling her about his suspicions. It could just be him overreacting, and if he was in danger, maybe having as few people involved would be best. But then he realized, Sara's been there for them for the majority of 11 years, if anyone could be trusted, it's her.

"Actually, could I talk to you?" Sara nodded. She turned to Hodges, and said, "So can you sum all that up?" Hodges seemed disgruntled but told her.

"She was forced, and I'm saying forced because no one in their right mind would mix these, but she was forced to drink sulfuric acid, polyflaxine, and stem grass root." Sara thanked him (He couldn't have just said that?) and walked with Nick to the nearest empty room which happened to be the conference room. Nick closed the door quietly then faced Sara.

"I think Greg might be in trouble." They said at the same time, then both looked puzzled.

Nick said, "Something happened to Greg last night. He didn't wreck his place and somebody else was there."

Sara grabbed the DNA sample from her pocket and tossed it on the table to Nick. "Maybe it was Jason Markus." Nick grabbed the evidence, not liking the new question. Sara quickly explained who he was.

"So if it was Jason, then he must have been the one that attacked him in the alley, and he must have been the one to murder that family."

"But what's the motive behind killing the entire family in the first place? And why is he involving Greg somehow?" Sara and Nick thought it over, weaving their idea's into a plausible chain.

Sara finally said, "I found one of his buttons popped off. It could have come off when they were yanking his vest over his head or..." Sara let the idea hang in the air- that maybe someone had ripped his shirt off of him afterwords. Nick felt like throwing up. It can't be. But everything adds up.

"Greg, freaked out when I touched his arm. I thought it was because he was just having a nightmare... and the paramedic's told D.B that he yelled at them to get away when they touched his arm too. What if... what if something more happened in that alley? What if he was assaulted? What if he's being stalked now?" The last words weighed him down as a heaviness filled the air. There was an ache in his chest as it brought back memories he had buried a long time ago. Nick rubbed his head, trying to wake himself up out of this nightmare. "I don't understand though, if Greg knows he's being stalked, why isn't he doing something about it? Why hide it?"

Sara said, "A lot of male assault victims, don't come forward because they feel emasculated and weak." Nick thought it over.

"He could have told me." He felt like a failure. He thought he had made it very clear that he would always be there for him. But if Greg couldn't trust him enough to tell him, then he wasn't doing a very good job.

"We could be getting ahead of the evidence too Nick. We don't know exactly what happened in that alley or at Greg's apartment. If we're going to get the truth, we have to talk to him." Nick nodded in agreement. "Why don't we finish our cases- that'll give Greg enough time to come talk to us, and since yours is connected with his, you might be able to bring him closure."

"Okay, but how do we help him now if he won't let us?"

"We stay available. Give him space when he want's it, surround him when he doesn't. I think, for the time being, we should keep D.B out of it." Nick glanced up quickly.

"I umm, already told him about Greg's apartment. He's suspicious too." Sara thought it over.

"Then he need's to know everything. We need to talk to him." Sara and Nick both left the conference room and headed towards D.B's office. On the way, they saw Greg come barreling out of the door only briefly taking in the sudden appearance of Nick and Sara in the hall before briskly walking past them.

Greg wasn't sure where he was going, he just needed to get away. It wasn't until about 15 minutes later that he realized he was on the roof leaning against the edge. The cool night air eased his nerves and lowered his tension ever so slightly. Up here, he didn't have to deal with stalkers or serial killers. He could just focus on his breathing, feel the texture of the hard stone against his hands, and smell the baked Nevada sand. Now if he could only get his brain to stop thinking. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it registered that the door had creaked open.

"Greg?" Morgans voice hollowed against the brick railing.

Without turning around he said, "Do you need something Morgan?" She cautiously went to stand next to him.

"I just saw you storming away I thought you might want someone to talk to."

"I don't need your help." he snapped. He clenched his fists trying to control his unabiding anger. Morgan wasn't buying any of it.

"Really? Because it seems to me like your losing control. I only came up here to help but if you want to be a stubborn ass and take the hard road then by all means stay up here by yourself." Morgan turned him to face her. "Greg, whatever is going on inside that head of yours, you need to let it out, or it will fester and grow until it finally bursts and you have no way of going back from that." Greg gently grabbed her hands from his arm and lowered them to her side. He looked away ashamed but stayed silent.

Morgan hurt just thinking about what he could be going through. Almost everyone in the lab knows what's it like to be attacked and victimized. For a couple cases though, the cop or CSI would reach their breaking point and she was wondering if Greg had reached his. She wanted to prevent it, but if he didn't talk there was nothing she could do. She was angry too. Angry because he wouldn't let her.

"Fine. When you're ready to talk, you know where to find me." Morgan began walking away.

"Wait," Greg quietly said. That one word, was enough to make her heart jump. Had she gotten through to him?

Greg looked her in the eyes for the first time. He clasped his hands together suddenly nervous. She joined him to the railing again.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, it's just residue anger. Russell and Nick are being overprotective. I can take care of myself but they won't listen." Morgan sensed there was something else bothering him but she didn't want to push it.

"That's just their way of trying to help you. It sucks sometimes but they mean well."

"The whole situation sucks." Morgan nodded in agreement. " I think the worst part is that I keep thinking, if I had just followed protocol none of this would have happened. But one stupid mistake and I get attacked."

"You didn't attack yourself so how can you blame yourself? There were cops everywhere, no one thought they would be stupid enough to come back and smart enough to get away with it. But it's over now and you and Nick will catch this guy before you know it." Morgan smiled. Greg wanted to tell her the whole story, every dirty bit of it because it wasn't over- not by a long shot. But he smiled back to her and nodded.

"I suppose we should get back before people start spreading rumors." They started walking back down. "Last time I took off up here, the whole lab thought I was getting ready to jump. Apparently my girlfriend had dumped me through text and I just couldn't stand being alone any longer." Greg dramatized. "I'm pretty sure that last part was started by Hodges."

"you guys have a really weird relationship. Sometimes it's like you hate each other."

"We don't hate each other, we just can't stand to be in the same room for too long."

A/N: Thank you for reading :)