Hey guys!

Thank you all SO MUCH for reading, reviewing putting an alert on the story and/or me as an author! You can't imagine how much it means to me to know some people actually read and like my stories :) As always, I'm open for criticism, so don't shy back on telling me what you didn't like about a story!

I already writing on a new story, I hope to get the first chapter up in the next days. It will be a little more Nick-heavy, but don't worry, that doesn't mean I'll forget about our beloved Greggo! :)

So here's the last chapter of this story. Let's see how this whole situation will work out for Greg! Enjoy!

Big love,

pikapikatchu

Greg was sitting in the interrogation room for almost two hours, alone. Finally, the door opened.

"Nick!" he exclaimed joyful.

"...Hey. How are you holding up?"

He shrugged. "How's Spencer? Will he be alright?"

"I don't know, they're running some tests, but he's unconscious."

Greg sighed. "And Carney? Did they arrest him?"

"They did, but he claims you killed Rita Woodbine and attacked Spencer."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Internal Affairs seems to believe him."

"...What? Why?"

Nick leaned forward. "Greg, why did you log into the DNA database on the day Robin was able to get a DNA profile out of the trace found on the murder weapon?"

Greg looked confused. "I didn't."

"Yes you did, Archie checked it. You didn't even work at that time."

"Nick, I swear, I didn't. I didn't log into that database for weeks. The last time was..." Greg thought about it for a moment. "When I had to fill in for Robin, last month."

"Then how do you explain that you did log in that day?"

"...I can't." Then, Greg had an idea. "Wait. I keep my access code and stuff like that in my locker..."

"...And?" Nick asked rather disappointed. He was hoping Greg had anything useful to say, but that didn't sound too useful.

Greg leaned back and sighed. "They were in my locker."

"Who?"

"I don't know, some cops. Probably Carney. They put a bra in there as part of their bullying."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Because I was embarrassed. I didn't even want to tell you about the bullying, I didn't feel the need to go into every little detail."

"Well if you did... this could be helpful now!" Nick said rather stressed.

"...Why are you being so angry? ...You don't believe me, right?"

"Of course I do! I know you better than anyone else in this lab. You're not a violent person and you're definetly not a murderer! But they don't know you well enough to know that!"

"Do they have any other evidence against me?"

Nick nodded. "They found your DNA in Spencer's bedroom."

Greg looked puzzled. "I've never been in there."

"They found a bandage with your blood stains on it."

"...How... Wait." Greg showed Nick his hand. "The wound's already healed! ...Now I get it."

"Get what?"

"Carney pulled my bandage off and put it in his pocket. He wanted me to be found with the bandage off. He wanted to make it look like I dropped the bandage today. But it didn't bleed in days!"

Nick had a hopeful smile on his face. "I gotta go! This is good news! Hang in there, I'm sure they'll release you in no time!" He patted Greg on the shoulder as he hurried away.

The interrogation was already in progress. Brass and Russell were talking to Carney. They listened to his whole story, about how he surprised Greg as he was about to kill Spencer, that Greg shot at him three times and then the SWAT-team came to save him. It all sounded very believing, he was a good liar.

Russell nodded. "Nice story, but... Why did you have Greg's cell phone in your car?"

"...I didn't."

Brass laughed. "That's a lazy excuse. Why don't you come up with something imaginative as the story you just told?"

"...You're friends with him, you probably planted it there. I demand some objective CSIs to work this case!"

Nick knocked on the door and walked in. "Officer Carney, do you have any idea what this is?" Nick showed him the blood-stained bandage that was found in Spencer's bedroom.

He nodded. "Sanders had an injured hand. This must be his."

"We found this in Spencer's bedroom, do you have any idea how it got there?"

Russell and Brass looked at Nick a bit confused.

"You saw the house, it was a mess. I'm sure they had a fight, Spencer probably pulled it off of Sander's hand."

Nick grinned. "You seem to have an answer to every question. Maybe you can tell me what this was doing in your pocket?" Nick showed him the bandage Carney had pulled off of Greg's hand."

Carney didn't say anything at first, but then said, "Again you're planting evidence. Nice. I want a lawyer."

"That's a good idea. But we didn't plant anything. The CSIs who collected this are not from our team. When they find Greg's DNA on this, you'll have a lot of explaining to do." Nick walked out.

In the next few hours, a doctor confirmed that Greg's wound had been closed for several days now and didn't bleed in the last few hours or days. They were also able to confirm that the blood found on the bandage was a few days old. They eventually found out how Carney got his hands on the bandage, but he never admitted it. Almost two weeks ago at a crime scene, Greg's hand started to bleed. He redressed the wound with a new bandage and threw the old one away. Carney must've taken it out of the trash can when nobody was looking. They also found several finger prints on and inside Greg's locker that belonged to Carney as well as Greg's DNA on the bandage they found in Carney's pocket.

Also, Archie was able to pull surveillance footage from the police parking lot. Carney and Greg were on the tapes and Carney was obviously talking Greg into getting into his car. The fact that he grabbed Greg's arm while talking him into getting in sure didn't help Carney.

This, as well as several witnesses affirming that Carney was walking around the lab at the time the DNA profile was edited was enough evidence to prove that Carney was the one editing it. Spencer woke up two days later, confirming that Greg didn't attack him. The fact that officer Carney didn't fire any bullets from his gun was enough to raise suspicion about his story to begin with. Greg may have had gunshot residue on his hands, but Carney did, too, despite the fact that he claimed he didn't fire a gun.

This meant, both Spencer and Greg had been cleared. They ran Carney's DNA against the one they found on the murder weapon and got a match. Life was getting back to normal.

"Greg," Spencer was walking up to Greg. A week has passed since Spencer was released from hospital.

"Hey. You're working already? ...Judging from your clothes, I guess the answer's no." He gave him a smile.

"Yeah, I need another week to rest. I just came here to see you."

"Why didn't you call me? I could've come by your place later. Especially when you're not feeling good."

"No." Spencer shook his head as he smiled. "I don't feel too comfortable at home right now, I'm sure you feel the same way. I just came here to apologize... and thank you."

"You don't have to," Greg replied sheepishly.

"I do. I wasn't being fair to you when I was a suspect... You had reason to doubt my credibility. And you've been a good friend when I needed you, even though I acted like a jerk."

"It's alright. How about we just forget about this and start all over?"

"Sounds like a great idea!"

Greg laughed shyly as Spencer hugged him. He didn't think they were good enough friends to hug, but he appreciated the gesture. He patted Spencer on the back as he let go of him. "Well, see you around, right?" He smiled.

"Sure. Hey, how about we watch a game together sometime next week?"

"Sounds good."

"Awesome! I'll call you!" Spencer patted Greg on the shoulder and left.

Only two hours later, Nick and Greg were processing some evidence in the layout room.

"So... I saw you talking to Spencer earlier. How is he doing?" Nick asked nosy.

"Good. He wants to come back to work in a week or so."

"So... What were you two talking about?" Now his nosiness was obvious.

Greg rolled his eyes. "Nothing. He just apologized and wants us to be friends."

"So... Everything's good between you two and you'll stay friends?"

"I don't know..." Greg sighed with a thoughtful smile on his face. "He's a nice guy, but I doubt we'll be friends. We'll be friendly to each other when we meet at work, but I don't think we'll hang out in our free time. He said he'll call, but you know how these things work. Everyone will be busy and forget about it."

Nick nodded. "You don't have a problem with that?"

He shook his head. "So much has happened, I'm not even sure we could be friends. I'm not even sure he wants that. He probably thinks he owes me or something, but I'm sure he won't call anytime soon." At the same time, his cell rang. He got it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

"It's him, isn't it?" Nick asked with a grin.

Greg didn't say anything, just looked at Nick. His look said everything there was to say.

Nick laughed. "Sometimes I think you're not as good at reading people as you think you are."

Greg thought about nagging on Nick's remark, but then thought everything that's happened lately. "That actually sums up the last few weeks, yeah...," he replied rather thoughtful, but with a smile on his face before he answered the phone.

Ende.