Part 2: Brass's Story

Grissom had called Brass in to ask a question that he had been pondering ever since he learned what Greg did off of the clock. "I have a question for you Jim."

"What is it Gil?" Brass asked.

"How long have you known about Greg's 'secret life?'" Grissom asked.

"About three years now." Brass answered. "He told me not to tell anyone."

"Exactly how did you find out?" Grissom asked

"That's a bit of an embarrassing story, for both of us." Brass said. "But I guess I'll tell you."

-Flashback-

I had been working on a double homicide for the past week and I had finally gotten a solid lead. Unfortunately it led me to a gay club. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays, it's just that I am strait.

After I was in, I started asking people who worked there if they knew our suspect. A few gave flat out no's, while said to ask Greg. Of course, how was I to know that they were talking about Sanders? The only description I got wasn't really a description at all. "You'll know when you see Greggy." Was the reply.

So I waited around, looking for anyone that might stand out. Which might I add, was very hard since the place was already pretty wild. Lets just say that if I had been out on a drug bust, my arms would be pretty full.

My body stiffened as I felt a pair of hands on my back. The young man who had touched me swung around and made a move as though he were about to kiss me. Then, as if he were punched by some invisible force, he let go and fell to the floor. I looked down and saw Greg Sanders.

Greg looked horrified and had a hand clasped to his mouth. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry. What are you doing here Brass?"

"I'm working on a homicide and it led me here." I said helping Greg up. "Apparently you are the person to ask in this scene. I have a suspect that has been known to hang around here. We hasn't been able to get anything on the guy."

"What's his name?" Greg interrupted.

"Maxamillion Haberkorn." I replied.

"Max... I think he's here tonight. What do you need from him? I can get anything from DNA to a confession."

"A confession would be too obvious. DNA would be nice but I'd also be willing to accept any information that would point to him." I paused. "And Greg, please be careful. I don't want you to be our next victim."

"Don't worry. Max wouldn't kill me, he likes me too much." Greg said with a wink. Then he disappeared into the crowd.

-End Flashback-

"So he was you mysterious informatent." Grissom said.

"Yeah and I've been using him for several cases since then. I feel sort of bad about it though. It's almost gotten him killed several times. But he just shrugs it off and acts like it's no big deal."

"Greg continues to amaze me." Grissom said. "Brains and beauty, a killer combination."

"Let's just be glad that he's on our side." Brass said. Grissom nodded in agreement.

A/N: I am so glad I made this chapter so short, after the last one I thought my finger's would fall off. Part 3 is for all of the Nick/Greg slashers and a tiny bit Nick/Warrick.