A/N- CSI is not mine, or else they'd be using crappy English X) Another chapter, I'm not really sure about this one, wasn't planning on doing it at first but well… read on… X)

CHAPTER 4

"That'd be two dollar and forty,"

Greg took out his wallet and paid for the pills. He felt okay at the moment, but he wanted to make sure that when the pain did come back, he'd have something to block it with.

"Here you go sir," the cashier handed Greg his change and a plastic bag containing the medicine he'd just bought.

Greg didn't like the idea of taking the pills without any prescription, but he thought he didn't need to see a doctor about it because he was sure he's just getting headache from lack of sleep or from working too much.

He was on his way back to his car when all of a sudden a man turned the corner and knocked him off the ground.

"Argh…!" Greg groaned, he had sprained his right ankle. Greg's attacker took advantage of the situation and with swift motion as he grabbed Greg's wallet and rushed back to the corner and down into the alley.

"Shit!" Greg immediately got up and tried to chase the guy. His ankle strongly refused and he fell down on his knee. Double shit!

Quickly, he grabbed a stone nearby and threw it at the man.

"Yes!"

The man fell flat on his stomach as the stone smacked hard on his back. "Whoa…"

Greg couldn't believe his luck, he was about to bring his gun out but the man was getting up to his feet. "Oh no, you don't!"

Greg pulled a trigger and the man ducked. It didn't hit him, but Greg didn't intend for it to.

"Don't move or I'll shoot!"

Frightened, the man stayed on the ground. Greg slowly walked over him slightly limping, with a victorious look on his face.

"You got lucky," mocked the man as Greg took back what was rightfully his.

"Don't insult me," Greg glared at the man, "That's not luck, that is skill," Greg smiled at his word, he remembered when he had almost the same conversation like that with Catherine before.

"What are you gonna do now huh!" dared the man.

Greg sighed, "Get outta here," He wasn't in the mood, his headache seemed to be coming back. All he wanted was rest. "Now!"

The man was a bit puzzled. He thought Greg was going to send him to the police. Who cares, he thought, and without wasting another moment, he quickly got up and ran.

Greg noticed how stupid he was and sighed as he realized that he shouldn't have done that. He walked back to his car, slowly and carefully so as not to apply too much pressure to his ankle. But what he didn't notice was that he was still being watched and followed. The same person that watched him walked out to the parking lot, lurking in the shadows, away from Greg's sight.

Suddenly it clicked to him, oh no! Greg pulled out his cell phone and dialed.

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A/N-For the pills, I hope the price is not too high or maybe too cheap, just put a random number in there. Ah… being nice to the stranger I see, wonder what he's up to. X) Well… actually I do know what'll happen, XD …and Amna…oh well, you could probably guess.