Disclaimer: Don't own CSI or its people. (NOTE: Maya is Brielle's best friend. Not roommate or sister. I didn't catch it until posting and got too lazy to fix it :P and also, I didn't include the whole interview between Maya and Catherine, because it would've been too long and repetitive.)

Hours of crime scene photos, fingerprints, trace and lots of coffee had added up to nothing, not even one iota of evidence that could be somewhat helpful to the homicide. Doc Robbins had confirmed that the vic had been shot with a nine millimeter from at least across the room, seeing as it didn't appear to be a close range shot. Nick, Riley and Greg were waiting on a report back from Bobby in ballistics to see if anything interesting showed up about the bullet.

Catherine walked in, holding a manila folder. Riley looked up from the table to see her walk in. "Hey, Catherine. Did you get anything from the friend?" she asked, standing up straight, causing Nick and Greg to become aware of Catherine's presence. Catherine gave a half shrug, laying the folder out onto the layout table.

"Not much. Maya said that Brielle was a mother, had a little girl." She sighed deeply. No child should ever have to lose their mother or any parent at that young of an age and let alone that violently. Nick shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Poor girl. Is she staying with her father or a family member for now?" he asked curiously, watching as Riley opened the folder that now lay open on the table. Catherine gave Riley an understanding look as she was about to answer Nick's question.

"No, there isn't a father listed on the birth certificate. It says here that she's in temporary foster care at the moment." Riley said, dragging her finger along the text as she read it, after she was done she held up the folder for one of the boys to take. Greg accepted the folder almost a bit too grabby, looking at the little girl's photograph and the information on it.

Name: Addison Jade Campbell

DOB: August 12, 2007

Parent/s: Mother – Brielle Eve Campbell, Father – Unknown

After his dark eyes scanned the little girl's info, they became instantly glued to the small picture that was attached to the corner of said information. His heart clenched and due to the strong vice grip wasn't planning on settling down anytime soon. The little girl grinned to the camera, the sun above her enhanced her deep brown orbs. He knew those eyes. They were a complete duplicate of the ones that his mother had passed down to him.

'No! There is no way this could've happened.' Greg's mind screamed at him with a ten volume stereo blasted up to eleven. His hands trembled as he tossed the folder back down almost mindlessly. He looked from Catherine and to Nick before his gaze rested upon Riley, the look she had returned to him could've broken his heart, put it back together and shattered it once more.

"Greg, are you okay?" Catherine asked, concerned for the younger CSI. Greg had a biting hold of his lower lip, taking in deep breaths slowly to try to calm whatever was wrong with him. Shaking his head, he groaned loudly as he answered Catherine.

"No. Find her father. If she's in foster care now tha-that means her DNA is on file now. Wendy can find paternal matches in the database." Greg said, running his hands through his hair, distressed. Greg's agitation was growing rapidly continuing to see his three co-workers' gazes still planted firmly on him. Getting as fed up as he could, he reached down and slammed the folder shut and yanked it upwards. "Or not, whatever. I'll do it my goddamned self." He said, jogging out of the room, presumably to the DNA lab to talk to Wendy.

Riley cleared her throat, trying to push back the lump that was threatening oh so slowly to come upwards and out. "Uhm, did you ever get word on whether the fumigators gave us the o-okay to go in yet?" she asked, sifting through papers, locating the one that had the victim's address and living details typed across it.

Looking back into the hallway and into the room, Catherine crossed her arms and nodded. "Yes actually, about fifteen minutes ago. You can go and take Ray with you. I'll wait for Bobby to give us the news on the bullet. Nicky, g-go talk to Greg. If this case is personal, I'm going to have to pull him off." She said, pulling out a chair in front of the table as the two CSI's nodded and left the room to do as they were told from their supervisor.

*****

"Greggo." Normally Greg would've looked up at the mere mention of his trademark nickname, especially from the man who had first called him by it in the lab. His hands were covering his face as his elbows rested on the break room table. He was still taking deep breaths to try to regulate his breathing pattern.

"Don't Nick. Just don't. I know Cat probably sent you to see if I was fine. I'm fine. I'm not bleeding; I don't have any broken bones." He said, trying to convince Nick that he was perfectly fine. Of course, Greg should've known that Nick wasn't as gullible as he thought to be.

"Yeah, because when I'm feeling fine and dandy, I love to blow up and rush out of a room angrily." Nick said in a deeply sarcastic tone, taking a seat next to Greg at the table. He no longer had the folder with him or in the room, so he must had already dropped it off with Wendy. "Man, come on and talk." Nick said, patting the younger man's back, trying to comfort him, which was difficult when he didn't even know what he needed to be cheered up about.

"Have you ever been so afraid of gaining someone in your life because you knew it might push someone else you love away?" Greg asked. He was still covering his face by his hands, so the question was slightly muffled, but Nick was able to decipher what Greg had asked him.

Nick raised an eyebrow as Greg finally lifted his head from his hands, looking as if he were going to shatter at any moment. Sighing deeply before answering, Nick shook his head and opened his mouth "No, not in that sense. B-but what's wrong? Something with Riley?" Nick asked dumbfounded as to what could be causing Greg so much tension and turmoil.

Greg shrugged and when he did that Nick was finally able to see tears that were in Greg's eyes that he knew Greg was trying his hardest not to let fall. Not in front of him, not in front of work. He just didn't want them to fall. "I don't know. I-" Greg was cut off by Wendy walking into the break room, tapping gently on the doorframe.

As Nick and Greg looked in her direction, she quickly looked down at the results she had printed off. "I-I found a paternal hit off of Addison's DNA that was put in from foster care." She said, scratching her head nervously. Nick looked back and forth between Greg and Wendy before asking what Greg did not bother to. "So, who is he? If he's in the system he might be a person of interest."

"Uhm, I don't think so."

***

Greg sat on the bench in the locker room, softly hitting his head against his locker. His mind taunted him constantly.

'You fucked up royally, Sanders. Way to make it awkward for Riley.' He banged his head a little harder that time to make the thoughts or rather taunts diminish in his head. He had memorized the wording on the results.

'After a search for possible paternal DNA matching, the database as conclusively linked Gregory Sanders as the father of Addison Campbell. Results show a 99.5 percent chance of possibility.'

Greg had been sitting in the locker room, staring into nothing and listening to the burning noise of silence for almost an hour. He didn't want to stay in the break room, wanting to be alone. He didn't go back to his office; someone might hear him say a few colorful or offensive slurs to no one in particular.

Suddenly, Greg felt his cell vibrate, telling him that someone had sent him a text message. 'Talk about shitty timing.' He scoffed to himself before looking at his phone. His heart began to pound in and against his chest painfully as he saw Riley's name across the screen. With shaky hands, Greg flipped over the phone, scanning the text.

'Nick told me that u need 2 tell me something. What is it?' he could feel and even hear the panic of her mind as he read the text. He could almost see her in the Denali, hands shaking slightly as she typed and sent the text to him. Quickly hitting the reply option on his phone, he sent a short reply back to Riley.

'We'll talk home' he clicked the send button and flipped his phone shut just as he heard someone's footsteps near closer to the locker room, telling Greg he was no longer alone as he had been for an hour and counting. Looking up from his locked gaze of the bench, he saw Catherine staring at him. Her eyes and stare had a combination of worry for Greg and seriousness of the case.

"Wendy showed me those DNA results." Catherine began telling Greg what he had already known. Looking up at his boss, Greg shrugged.

"It's getting around the lab. No surprise." He said, once again staring downwards, trying to move away from Catherine's gaze that was burning a hole into him. At that moment he just wanted the bench to fall down an inconspicuous pit and bring him to solitary silence.

"Greg. I'm not going to ask how or why, because it's none of my business, unless you want to share. But as much as I don't want to, because you're one of my best investigators b-"Greg cut off what Catherine was about to tell the Level three CSI. Standing up, grabbing his jacket from behind him, he sighed deeply.

"Yeah, I know. Off the case. Personal connection. Are you going to tell me now I can't go and meet my daughter?" the last word that came out of Greg's mouth hit him in the stomach at full force. That word was foreign to him. Of course he had used the word more than many times in his career, but it took on a different tone as he realized it was his daughter. He was a father. He had helped create a human being.

Catherine shook her head rapidly and answered Greg. "No, I didn't say that. I faxed the results to the Children's Services building. So, uh, just go set up a time where you want to go see her." She said, almost at a loss as to what to say to Greg. It wasn't as if everyday a member of their team found out they had child they didn't know of before.

Greg nodded and as he walked out of the locker room, he paused in the doorway and turned on his heels. "Hey Cath, can you not tell Riley? I kind of wanna tell her at home." He asked, shoving a hand into the pocket of his jeans as his eyes scanned the woman. Catherine nodded at him in a full understanding way. "Sure thing, Greggo. And remember me and Nick are here when you need to talk to anyone, okay?" she reminded him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Greg nodded into her touch. "Ye-yeah. Find out who did this please and send their ass to jail." He spoke, taking deep breaths in through his nose. Catherine gave a small nod and smile as to give Greg a silent agreement with him before he left the lab.

A/N: So there's that chapter. I hope it isn't too dreadful. I'm having some issues in my life and I've found that writing calms me, but since I have some things on my mind, it may not be all too good. But, I'll start next chapter when this gets posted. Reviews are pretty cool, ha.