A/N: I know, long time, very long time, no update on this story, but it's back for now! I think I have the plot in my head again. It's always interesting when you re-read your own stories after such a long time.

Leave some feedback on your way out. I'm nicer to Greg and Sara then, as I have said before. lol Have I? I might have stolen that line from somebody else lol.

This chapter is for Marmel :D

Chapter 3

Greg stepped out of the car in the unfamiliar environment. He looked around. Little was reminding him of Las Vegas here. Well, this was not exactly a surprise, but his mind was working like that, searching for any familiarities in his surroundings.

He could apply this method to the scene in front of them though. If it was like the first reports said, it was another scene belonging to the case that they were working on, that they had come for over here. Now he could take a look and see if there were any similarities.

Sara got out of the car as well, stepping up to him from behind and laying a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, smiling slightly.

"You're awake?" she half-asked, half-stated.

He did not nod. "Yeah, why?" he wanted to know.

"You stared off into the distance a little sleepily," Sara replied, handing him his kit that she had brought out of the car. "Yesterday was a long day."

She was certainly right. The meeting at the police department had taken long enough. Afterwards they had been visiting several locations that had become crime scenes in their row of murders. There had not been anything left to work on the scenes but still they had insisted on going over them meticulously, actually hoping that their local colleagues had missed something so that they would find a clue that would bring them on a track after all.

They didn't have any success though. It was not very surprising. The scenes were not even in especially deserted or isolated places. They weren't on the main roads either, but not very far off, places still many people found their way to, and made their way through, as both Greg and Sara could see all too clearly when they tried looking at the surroundings of the scenes.

At night they had crashed into their beds exhaustedly. Maybe it was also because they were not used to working during the day, but it seemed like all energy was drained from them.

Sara had not even undressed, lying flat on her back, her eyes closed. She heard Greg slumping down on his own bed, assuming he was just as tired as she was.

His tiredness seemed to be over quickly though for after a few minutes she could hear him standing up again. She left her eyes closed, betting with herself that he would wander over to her very soon.

And really only a few seconds later she could hear his whisper.

"Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you still awake?"

"Well, obviously." She still did not open her eyes.

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked.

Now Sara opened her eyes a crack, looking up at him tiredly. He was standing next to her bed, looking down at her sheepishly. She tried to raise her eyebrows a little.

"You're not even undressed," she replied matter-of-factly.

"You're not either." She could see him grinning now.

She rolled over. "I thought you're tired."

He plunged down next to her. "I am."

Now Greg remembered this conversation when she was asking after his state-of-awakeness, both of them standing outside on the sunny day.

"I'm alright," he said. He could see a man they had met at the police department on the previous day walking up to them now, wearing a grave expression.

"The scene looks familiar," he said. "We won't be able to say for sure until we have the coroner's report, but the similarity to the previous scenes is there."

Greg nodded and he and Sara stepped closer to the scene. Somebody was already working on it, as Greg and Sara would only assist and observe. Greg got a short look at the bodies and silently agreed with the other man's observation that it looked all too familiar.

He left Sara to talk to their British colleague and started walking around the scene, trying to find any clues that could help them getting on a track. Keeping an eye on the ground, he also watched Sara working. It was interesting to see her doing her job in this unfamiliar surroundings. Well, on a scene they were pretty much at home, but it was still different.

Greg brought his thoughts back to the task at hand. He looked down at the ground and saw that he had treaded on a piece of paper. It was actually a ripped-off piece of what seemed to have been something like a flyer. It was bright blue with words printed on it.

Einma said it at the top before the paper was torn. Nur heut said it farer down but Greg did not understand the words or could make out any of it. He could see though that a phone number was printed at the bottom but it was incomplete as well. Greg packed the paper even though he did not know if it had anything to do with their scene. There were so many papers flying and lying around in the area.

Greg continued to walk around until Sara waved him over. He jogged to her, calling, "What's up?" before he had reached her.

"We'll go back to PD," she said and Greg was disappointed for a moment that they would leave the scene, but reminded himself then that it was not their first-of-all task to work the crime scenes. He nodded and went on to drop off the evidence bags he had collected with their colleague.

Several hours later Greg was once again picking through his food, though eating with quite a healthy appetite with that he had been left after another long day. As far as he was concerned, the day was not over yet though.

"What are you thinking about?" Sara asked him over her omelet.

"Why?" he returned.

"You're grinning," she chuckled. The sun was just going down outside so that the small restaurant they were sitting in was filled with reddish light.

"Can't I just enjoy your presence?" Greg asked, shoving a fork of food into his mouth.

"Come to think of it, you really look like that quite often," Sara smiled back at him. "But seriously, what's on your mind?"

Greg hesitated. "We have the night free, so we could go out."

"Sure." Sara took a sip from her glass of water.

Greg grinned slightly, more in embarrassment this time. "We could go on one of those Jack the Ripper tours," he suggested. "You know, where there's a guided tour through town at night and they do some creepy stuff and all."

"Sure." Sara shrugged slightly.

Greg jumped a little. "Really?" he exclaimed. "I mean, you don't think it's stupid?"

Sara smiled. "It's probably silly, but why not? We can have some fun and maybe we have a good laugh."

"Awesome." Greg smiled at her broadly. "I saw one advertised today. It starts at 10 PM." Sara looked at her watch. It was just after eight.

"Okay, we have time to go back to the hotel to change into something else. I think we smell pretty bad. The waitress didn't look too happy, when she took our orders," Sara said. "We could have changed before dinner, you know."

"Uh," Greg leaned back. "I was hungry." He looked at his now empty plate.

"I can see that," Sara commented, shoving the small rest of her own food away.

"And I don't smell anything," Greg continued.

"Of course you don't," Sara rolled her eyes. Greg leaned suddenly over the table, kissing her.

"Or maybe I just don't mind," he said, before he kissed her again.

"Of course you don't."

TBC