Well, the reviews for this story are disappointing...lol, but here is the next chappie...I'm sorry if its a bit confusing, so I'm gonna state that this is a few weeks after the first case, and that though Sara and Greg are close, they're working a case, so they must be 'professional'.

And to kegal, you're awesome, my lone reviewer!!! Haha, if I write and only you read it, I'll be happy:D Here ya go!

CHAPTER 2: MEET THE PARENTS

"I can't believe my baby's been attacked", Sandra Lynely cried in anguish over the news that her baby boy was in the hospital, fighting for his life. She was sitting with her husband Jacob, and sitting across from them was Sara and Brass. "Who did this to him?"

"That's what we're trying to find out, Mrs. Lynely", Sara said in her most professional manner, "But in order to do that, we need your help. Can you tell us when your son left yesterday?"

The woman closed her eyes, releasing the tears that had built up upon their edges. "Well, he left about 4:00 that evening, said something about hanging out with some new friends of his…I can't really remember their names, something like Aaron and George? I can't remember their last names. I found it odd."

"Why is that?" Sara asked.

"Well, I remember him coming home from school on countless occasions and complaining about those two boys with his best friend, Colin Setter. Those two, Aaron and George were always picking on my boy and his friend, so naturally when he said they were his friends, it caught me off guard."

"I see." Sara commented. "Okay, that's all I have to ask for now. Please stay in touch, we may need to ask you more questions at any time." The parents nodded, and before they left Sara added, "And don't worry, we'll find out who did this to your son."

They smiled, and the husband politely said, "Thanks", before leaving the lab. Greg passed along by them with a towel in his hands, still trying to dry off his now frazzled hair. He met Sara walking out of the interrogation room, and in perfect suit they started to walk and talk.

"Ah, Greg, you looked so fine when you were wet", she said blatantly as thoughts of his nightly swim and his perfect body flooded her thoughts.

Greg sniffed a little. "Yeah, sure, but now I think I'm catching a bloody cold. I think my hair has the properties of duck feathers. Waterproof until completely submerged for five minutes, and then impossible to dry!" He gave a frustrated ruffle with the towel.

Sara looked at him with concern. "Oh, Greg, are you okay? Are you sick?"

Greg shook his head and sniffed again. "No, I think I'm fine, it's just a chill brought on by the chill of that water. So anyways, while I was trying to warm up in the shower, what did we find out?"

Sara cleared her throat. "Well, Nick came back from the hospital with the results from the boy. He never got shot directly, but he was grazed in the leg, and was repeatedly beaten with a blunt object in the head and chest, which accounts for the bruising and the blood. He's still unconscious, and they don't know when he's going to wake up. Nothing useful in the ways of nail-clippings or anything like that. He's asked the hospital to keep him updated in the condition of the boy so that when he is awake and ready, he can tell us what he remembers happened."

Greg nodded his head in acknowledgement, and he placed the towel about his shoulders that ached from swimming and diving so much just an hour ago. It had been all worth it if Sara had been watching. "Okay, so what do we know from the scene and the people we've investigated?"

Sara started again as they rounded the corner into the break room, where Greg sat and Sara started boiling the coffeemaker and grabbing things out of the fridge. "Well, we got the bullets you collected from the bottom of the pool, and the ones that Doc Robbins collected from the bodies, they're being processed by Hodges now. Also, we also handed in an unknown object found in the bottom of the pool for Hodges to analyse." Greg stuck out his tongue at Hodges' name, but Sara, despite her smile at the agreement in the matter, gave him a, 'be nice', look. She handed him a sandwich and started again.

"Prints we collected about the pool, on the walls and doors and equipment, were useless. There were literally dozens of different prints, and none of them are in CODIS. I'm guessing that its just more teens swimming there having fun. Also, trace was useless…hairs had the same deal as prints. The parents of the dead kids were not of much use too."

Greg munched contentedly at his sandwich, thinking of the case. He asked, "What about the parents of the kid who is still alive? The Lynely's?"

Sara handed him a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and then started to chew thoughtfully on her very veggie sandwich. "Well, they were the ones you met when you were walking up the hall to meet me. They said that, apparently, the kid that's alive always got picked on by the two that are dead."

"Makes sense", Greg said, finishing off his sandwich. He shivered slightly, and took a sip of steaming coffee. "The kid was small compared to the other two. Could explain why they were there together. Maybe the bigger two wanted to beat up Steven Lynely?"

Sara shook her head, also sipping her coffee. "Doesn't explain why Steven only ended up beaten, and why Aaron and George are the ones dead with bullets in them. And, haven't you thought of how that pool could still be in such good shape? That buildings obviously been abandoned a long while now…how could it have been taken care of so thoroughly, and power still on there?"

Greg nodded in agreement. "Good point Sara. Has anyone checked into that yet, who owns the property?"

"Yes, Grissom took that job." She turned, but not before Greg caught the look of uncertainty and disdain that shot across her face.

"Sara, are you okay?" He asked standing up.

Sara sighed, knowing full well she had to face this right now before she screwed something up. "Greg, something happened at the pool tonight, with Grissom and I."

Greg's perplexed expression just made Sara feel worse. "What happened?" Two simple words. No anger. Sara almost wished he had yelled a freaking dictionary of words at her…at least she'd know how he was feeling.

"Well, before you worry, it wasn't anything bad. I was…" She stopped, when she realized she would have to tell him everything. "Watching you swim and dive in the pool looking for those bullets", she murmured, but Greg still heard, and the look of satisfactory on his handsome features made her smile slightly, despite her feelings, "and Grissom touched me on the shoulder. I turned around and he asked me if I was keeping something from him."

Greg looked at her wide-eyed. He lost his grin and turned serious and quiet. "What did you tell him?"

She sighed. "Nothing yet. When he asked me, it was just when you called me over to bag the bullets, thank god! But…his face, his whole demeanour, was different, like he was jealous."

Greg groaned at what he just heard. Great. All he needed now to make things more difficult for him was Grissom trying to take Sara away from him again, after having her heart captured for so many years. "So, this could bode not well?"

Sara nodded. "I don't want to boast, or anything like that, but I got the impression that he wanted to be in your position…if he even knows about us, like everyone else does."

"You know he does", Greg said, more quietly as he settled himself next to her against the counter. "It's Grissom…he's the smartest man I know, I bet you that even if he cannot point his finger on it, he suspects something."

Sara nodded in agreement, and they remained quiet for a while, just thinking over what they could or should do. Their silence was interrupted by a sneeze from Greg, who spilled coffee all over the floor. This in turn caused a fit of laughter to wash over Sara, and even Greg after a minute. Greg grabbed some paper towels and started wiping up the mess. "I guess I am catching a cold, huh?"

This reminded Sara about their case. "Oh, umm…the case Greggo, remember? Uh, well I have our next priority."

Greg looked up at her from the floor, where the coffee soaked through the low-grade paper towels. "Where's that too?"

Her lips curled to one side in a small smile. "Greg, you and I are going back to school."