Sorry, this chapter's not much longer than the last one, but it's an important chapter! Let me know what you think! I hope it's not too confusing ;)

"So, how is Barry doing?" Greg asked, trying to break the awkward silence while sitting in officer Carney's car. He didn't do it to make the uncomfortable feeling go away for Carney, but for himself. "Is he getting better already?"

Carney didn't say anything.

Greg's cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and took a look at the caller ID. It was Nick.

"Don't answer that," Carney said.

"What? Why not? It's just Nick, I'll..."

Carney grabbed the phone.

"Hey, what the hell?"

"I don't like it when people talk on the phone while I'm driving."

"He's not picking up!" Nick said rather helpless. He wanted to talk to Greg, give him a chance to explain why he logged into the DNA database. There had to be an explanation!

"Calm down, Nicky, let's not get ahead of the evidence. Greg used to be a DNA tech, he still does that work sometimes when there's no DNA tech available. Maybe he..." Catherine tried to make sense of this, but Robin interrupted her.

"He didn't work at that day until 8p.m. Why would he be here two, three hours before he had to come to work and work in the DNA lab?"

"I'm sure there's an explanation for that!" Nick said aggressively.

Robin backed off a bit. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"Spencer," Nick finally said, "He asked Greg to keep him updated on the case!"

"When was that?" Catherine asked interested.

"A few days before Robin was able to make a DNA profile from the trace found on the murder weapon, I think."

"You think that's when he asked Greg to..."

"No!" Nick exclaimed angrily. "Greg would never do that!"

"Where is he?" Greg asked, wondering why Carney was opening the door with a key instead of Spencer letting them in. Making his way further into the house, Greg spotted Spencer, lying on the floor next to the couch. "Barry!" He ran up to him. Spencer was bleeding all over his face. He was unresponsive. "Call an ambulance!"

Carney was just standing there with a grin on his face. "In a few minutes, he won't need an ambulance."

Nick tried to call Greg again and again. He still didn't pick up. "Maybe he's on his way to Spencer again!" He walked out to the parking lot with Russell. They found Greg's car parked there.

Russell looked confused. "Is he here somewhere?"

"He said he wanted to go home, his shift ended an hour ago."

"Then what is his car doing here then?"

"This will work out great. It's a good thing you CSIs are stupid enough to trust anybody in a uniform!" Carney laughed devilish. He was aiming a gun at Greg.

Greg had his hands raised. "...What are you doing?" He looked around. There was lots of evidence suggesting a terrible fight.

"This all worked out way better than I thought. If you hadn't caught Spencer with the girl, I'm not sure I would've gotten away with it at all!"

"...You killed her."

"Bitch had no problem screwing around with everybody!" he replied aggressively.

"You knew about her and Spencer?"

"Everybody knew! He bragged with it anytime he could!"

"So what's your plan now? They already figured out Spencer didn't kill Rita!"

"Please, I know that they have plenty of theories about what went down. Some think Spencer staged the attack to get his head out of the noose... Pun intended." He grinned.

"...Then what am I doing here?" Greg asked with fear in his voice.

"You're the one taking the blame now." He walked up closer to Greg, with his gun still drawn.

Greg winced and took a few steps backwards. "Please... Don't..."

"Shut up!" He pressed the gun against Greg's cheek and placed himself behind him. "Move and I'll shoot you." He put another gun in Greg's hand and fired three times. Anytime the gun was fired, Greg flinched. His hand was shaking.

Carney ripped off Greg's bandage from the wound he got with the scissors a few days ago. "Good..." he said as he walked a few steps away from Greg. Feel free to try using the gun, it's empty."

"They'll never believe I had anything to do with this, they'll get you." He had tears in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? They'll find enough evidence, trust me." Carney laughed. Before he was able to point his gun at Greg again, the door slammed open. Several SWAT-officers stormed in. "Drop the guns!" they yelled at both Carney and Greg.

"Thank god you're here!" Carney said, sounding really relieved. "He shot at me! He attacked Spencer, I think he's dead..."

"Drop the guns! Both of you!" they yelled again.

Brass, Nick and Russell walked in.

Greg sighed relieved and put the gun down.

Carney looked surprised. He didn't expect him to drop the gun. "...Arrest him, he's dangerous!" He put his gun down as well.

Some of the SWAT-team members hurried over to Greg. "On the ground!" They pushed him to the ground, patted him down and put handcuffs on him.

"What... Hey!" Nick said, walking over to them. "What the hell are you doing?"

Russell held him back. "Let them do their job."

"But..."

"...What's going on?" Greg asked helpless. He didn't know about the CSI's findings, he didn't understand why he was the one under arrest. They walked him outside and sat him into a police car. Nick followed them.

"Nick, I... what's going on?"

"Just stay calm, it'll be all cleared up. Don't tell them anything until a lawyer is with you! It'll be alright, I promise!" He gave him a fake smile. Nick was at least as worried as Greg, he knew the evidence they found didn't make Greg look good.

When the car drove away, Nick noticed Carney's car. He walked over and took a look from outside. "Russell!"

"Yeah?" He walked up to Nick.

He pointed inside the car. "You see that? That's Greg's cell phone."