Hey guys! Here's a new chapter! Thank you all for the Reviews. Big thanks to the Guest who caught my mistake of writing Norwegian instead of Norway XD Not sure I made that mistake because English's my second language or out of lack of concentration or anything, but thanks! No matter how often I re-read my stuff, I miss some of the mistakes I make. Sorry for that!
But now enjoy the new chapter!
Greg was sitting in the break room with a thoughtful look on his face, thumping his fingers on the table. Riley Fishman asked him for a favor, but he didn't even want to hear what it was. Riley gave him his phone number in case the CSI changed his mind, he really looked like he needed Greg's help badly. And now, Greg was both curious and feeling guilty. He didn't even give him a chance. He was staring at the piece of paper Riley wrote his number on when Nick walked in.
"Hey." He walked over to the coffee machine. "I'm dead beat! I talked to Jeannie on the phone for hours, I didn't get much sleep." He fixed himself a cup and sat down next to Greg.
"Did you solve your problems?" Greg asked, trying to concentrate on Nick, but he kept on staring at the paper.
He shook his head. "She apologized, I yelled at her, I apologized, she yelled at me." He laughed humorlessly. "And then she told me she's not seeing Jason anymore."
Greg finally looked at Nick, with a confused look. "I thought she said it was a one-time thing?"
"I thought so, too! But obviously I was wrong about that. I asked her how long this has been going on... Three weeks!"
Greg raised his eyebrows. "You knew her a month and she started cheating on you after the first week?"
Nick nodded angrily. "Screw them both, I don't need this."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said before looking at the paper again.
"What's this?"
"...Riley Fishman's phone number."
"Why would you have it?" Nick asked, sipping from his coffee.
Greg shrugged his shoulder. "He said he needed my help, then gave it to me."
"What does he need from you?" He asked suspiciously.
"Didn't ask. I mean, how weird is it? He used to bully me in high school, we don't see each other for almost 20 years and now he needs something from me?"
"Then throw his number away. He doesn't deserve your help."
"You're probably right!" Greg scrunched up the paper and threw it in the trash can.
"Now, doesn't that feel good?" Nick asked with a smile on his face.
Throwing away the paper didn't actually help much. After staring at it for so long he remembered the number. He contemplated calling him, but he didn't really want to. Just forget it ever happened and go on with your life, he thought. He put his phone on the coffee table and sat down on his couch, exhaling relieved shortly before he heard a knock on his door. Riley was standing outside. "I really hoped you'd call," he said a bit disappointed.
"What... what are you doing here? How did you know where I live?"
"Oh please, it's not that hard to figure out. I followed you home!"
Greg looked both surprised and confused. "Okay... I'm gonna close the door now. Goodbye."
He tried to close the door, but Riley put his foot in the way. "Please, let me in! I need to talk to you."
"Leave! I'm not interested in helping you!"
"Please!" Riley said, thrusting the door open and walking in.
"What the hell?!" Greg wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or scared. Annoyance clearly made the race, though.
"Please, Greg, hear me out... Five minutes, that's all I'm asking!"
"He wanted money?!" Nick asked astonished.
"Mhm..." Greg said as they were walking towards a crime scene in the desert.
"Why the hell is he asking you for money?"
"He said he doesn't have any family or friends left, he lost touch with them after he moved to Vegas and got into drugs."
"And how much does he want?"
"I'd rather not say," Greg said with a smile on his face. "He said he got into trouble when he started gambling, owes some bad people a lot of money."
"So what did you say to him?"
"I told him off! I don't know him, don't like him and know he's an addict. I'd be stupid to give him even a few dollars, I know I'd never see it again."
"And he accepted that?"
"Well, he begged for a while and then stopped. I told him I could arrange for protection if needed, but he didn't want to. He said he was hungry and asked for something to eat..." he explained as he rolled his eyes.
Nick gave him a look.
"Yeah, yeah. I gave him a sandwich."
The older CSI laughed as he shook his head.
"What? I feel sorry for him. He's not the person he was in high school. I never would've thought that would be a bad thing."
When they walked up to the dead body David was bending over, Greg looked shocked for a moment. He exhaled in relief pretty quickly.
"What is it?" David asked.
"Nothing. He just looks like someone I know," he replied, pointing at the body.
Nick nodded. "Looks a lot like Riley Fishman."
After an exhausting double shift, Greg finally got home. He was looking forward to taking a shower and watching some TV before going to bed, but it didn't quite plan out like that. When he walked in, the first thing he spotted was his TV rack. The TV was missing, as well as his video games and stuff like that. He quickly went into the bedroom to check if something was missing there, too. His savings book, his laptop, everything of value was gone.
"Do you have any idea how he got in?" an officer asked Greg while Nick was standing next to him.
"He must've taken my spare key, I guess..."
"Did you let him alone... in your apartment?" Nick asked surprised.
"I was in the kitchen fixing the sandwiches while he was going to the bathroom. I didn't know I had to watch every step he took!"
"Why did you even let him in in the first place? You're too trustful!"
"Let him in? Nick, he practically forced his way in, I had no choice."
"Yes you did. Why didn't you call the police? Or me?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "I thought it was okay to talk to him. I didn't trust him, I just didn't think he'd..."
Nick sighed. "Let's just hope they'll find him..."
"Oh Greg, good. There you are..." Hodges said, walking into the break room. Henry followed behind.
Greg was sitting there eating an apple. "What's up?"
"Well you know, there's this guy on the strip who wears a bra as a hat... You know him, right?"
Greg raised an eyebrow. "I've seen him there begging for money while dancing. Why?"
"Well it's your expertise, isn't it? Do you think he'd like tuna or egg salad while he robs you?" Hodges laughed hysterically while Henry chuckled.
"Oh, how original. And that comes from a guy whose girlfriend stole from him several times."
"...You're tacky." Hodges gave him an annoyed look.
Greg rolled his eyes. "Henry, did you get a result on my blood sample yet?"
"No, I..."
"Then don't waste your time making fun of me, get to work!"
"Geez, what's wrong, Sanders? Are you on your period?" Hodges asked with a grin on his face.
"I just don't appreciate you two making fun of me. I'm not proud of what happened."
"If you were proud, there would be no point in making jokes about it, would there?"
Greg sighed. He knew these two were just trying to be funny, but it made him kind of relive his high school years.