Sorry about the long wait! I think I've got the next chapter almost written, but we'll see if I like it or not…Uh, anyway, thanks so much for the reviews, and again, ktattoo didn't fail to be fantastic while betaing. :D

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Was it wrong that he was angry? Of course not. He had a plan. Bobby had agreed to let him know, and he never heard from him. Just because he was everyone's least favorite lab tech didn't mean that he deserved to be left in the dark.

Bobby hadn't avoided him, but when Hodges had tried to catch him, he kept being interrupted. He was extremely swamped, but the trace tech still thought that he could've taken a quick minute or two to tell him how things went.

"Hodges!" He turned to see Grissom coming towards him, looking extremely unhappy. He turned to leave, to pretend that he didn't see him, but Catherine stood in front of him, arms crossed. David braced himself and turned to face them both.

"You called?"

"Henry, Mandy, and Archie are all backlogged. Any idea why?"

"No boss,"

"Huh, funny, they said that it had something to do with you," Catherine added, shifting her weight to her other foot.

"What have you been doing to them?" Grissom asked, and Hodges stuttered over a few words before the nightshift supervisor shook his head. "You know what? I don't care. Just don't do it again."

"I won't, I promise," he replied to his retreating form, shaking under Catherine's firm gaze. Eventually, she left as well, and Hodges sunk against the wall, defeated. Maybe this entire thing was too much. Maybe he should just let it go. It wasn't worth his job, right? Of course not.

David made his way back to his lab, catching a group of people laughing as he passed the break room. Peeking in, he saw Nick, Greg, Warrick, Henry, Bobby, Mandy, and Archie in fits of giggling, not even bothering to hold back when Hodges came into the room. "Something funny?"

Greg finally sobered enough to nod. "Yeah, you getting confronted by Grissom and Catherine."

Hodges froze. Did he know? And if Greg knew, how had he figured out? Well, it may have been David's talking to Bobby that threw him off. He never talked to Bobby. He recovered as he cleared his throat, turning to grab coffee. "You…heard that, huh?"

The room erupted in more laughter, and the trace tech could feel his face burn. "Are you kidding? Of course we did!" He glared at Archie, who only shrugged as he laughed. Grissom stuck his head in the break room, raising an eyebrow.

"Aren't you all on shift? I don't pay you to sit around." Nick pushed himself off the counter and walked out of the room, Greg in tow. The lab techs left after, Hodges watching them with interest. What the hell just happened?

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He was working for a good while before a paper airplane hit him in the head. Hodges looked around before picking it up and opening it. Guess what? You were right! You'd make a damn good CSI, you know that? He sighed and tossed it on the floor. Right about what? Which of his theories was the correct one? He only had like, twelve. Was that the glory of telling him like this? And who sent it anyway? He could fingerprint it, but being that they worked in a crime lab, he doubted that they would've left prints. Unless that was a part of their plan, whoever 'they' were.

David sighed as he went back to work, deciding he'd finish his Master Plan later, when he wasn't getting severely backlogged.

A few hours later he was hit in the head with another airplane, with writing so messy he could hardly interpret it. We'll tell you soon enough, we promise! He mentally threw a fit; he didn't want to give whoever was throwing these at him the satisfaction of his flipping out. But honestly! If he didn't find out soon, he may have to go crazy. It wasn't that he had stopped caring, not that he had lost interest, he was just sick of being made a fool out of.

He grumbled through the rest of his shift, deciding that he'd ignore the rest of the paper airplanes if they ever came.

By the time his shift ended, Hodges felt like he'd failed. Nick and Greg only asked him questions relating to their evidence, which was not what he wanted. When asked questions, they'd reply with "I'm busy, Hodges" and leave the room.

He was on his way out of the lab when Bobby caught him. "Hodges!" He turned back to the building, seeing his fellow lab tech holding a large envelope. He motioned him back, holding the packet out to him. "Everything you need to know about the date. And if you don't get your answer from this, I don't think you should be bothering."

David stared at the packet. Finally. Finally, finally, finally. He'd get his answers. Well, assuming that Bobby wasn't going to completely screw him over. When he looked up to thank him, the lab tech was already gone.

He rushed home, ripping open the envelope the second he locked his door behind him. He flipped his laptop open, sticking the flash drive into the USB port as soon as it turned on. He dumped the remaining contents out onto the desk, not even giving thinking about why there was so much work put into such an unimportant – ha! - thing, gaping at the blackmail-worthy info he'd be given. The computer recognized the flash drive, installing software and opening the folder for contents.

He hesitated, the cursor positioned on the icon that read video. Did he really want to do this? Well, of course he did, but maybe they were only out to a few people. Maybe he'd be made a complete fool of. Maybe this entire thing was a scam, and really, they were just doing it to screw with him. It wasn't all that foreign for the CSIs to do something like that.

He decided to wait on the video, turning to the scattered notes and photos instead. He recognized the scribbling as Henry's, and wondered why he had gone along; probably to help get information without being all that obvious.

David peeked at the photos. There weren't too many of them that he could use as real "evidence" that they were together – they were all just in the moment – laughing, drinking; the usual. He assumed that Henry hadn't been able to get any really good ones. He offhandedly wondered if the video contained their initial reactions to going on a date with another male.

Turning back to the laptop, he clicked the icon before he could think, watching intently. He was determined to get his answer, and through the video he'd have his chance.