Greg stepped up to Nick, swinging by him, handing him some papers.

"All right," Greg started. "The guy who left the semen stain on Hennessey's pants is also the same as the blood on his knuckles, and is most likely our killer." Nick nodded, scanning over the papers with another nod.

Bending over the lab table, Nick studied the concrete.

"I need to get this belt out," He said, pointing to a shining object that was engorged in the cement. "Get me the chisel." Nick said, cocking his head with a nod towards a tool box on the other side of the room.

Greg walked over and grabbed the chisel, tossing it up and down as he turned back around.

"You'll loose an eye one day, Greggo," Nick said with a laugh.

"Oh, yay, another bill for Grissom to pay," Greg laughed, handing Nick the chisel.

"Oh, yay, some more money off my pay check," Nick hooted.

"I'm getting paid for this too!" Greg retorted, snickering. Nick laughed, and began to chisel away at the concrete encasing the belt. He slipped off the belt buckle and picked up the finger print dust and dusted it, a finger print appeared.

"Ah-hah," Nick laughed. "This could be our killer…"

"Or our victim," Greg suggested with a smile.

"That too," Nick agreed. "You got the vic's prints from the doc, right?" Nick questioned and Greg nodded in answer. "Good. Now, go to the lab and see if they're a match. If they aren't, search the database and see if anyone pops up."

"Aye-aye, captain," Greg said, taking the laminated strip and walked out, turning then into the DNA lab. He opened the scanner and popped in the laminate strip, and uploaded the finger print. Dragging the finger print into the first match box, he dragged Hennessey's finger print into the second match box. He clicked a button or two, and a red flashing box popped up saying: "No match."

He sighed silently, dragging the finger print into the search box. It went through some prints, then stopped and brought up a box. It had a picture identity of a man by the name of Brian Hennessey-Mason. Greg laughed, nodded, and pulled out his cell phone. He paged Nick a message stating: "Got a hit, but no match."

Nick swung into the room almost immediately; papers and belt buckle in hand, the buckle in an evidence bag.

"All right," Greg said, smiling. "Got a hit on a guy named Brian Hennessey-Mason, maybe a brother or cousin of our vic." Nick nodded at this.

Later that day…

They pulled up into the drive way, and parked the car, hopping out of the black SUV. They walked up silently to the door, and rang the doorbell. First silence, then something clicked and the door opened.

"Hello," Nick started. "I'm Nick Stokes. This," he motioned to Greg. "Is Greg Sanders. We're with the crime lab, investigating an on-going case." Nick said with a nod.

The man gave them a funny look, as if perplexed but slightly scared, or just surprised.

"Are you mister Brian Hennessey-Mason?" Greg asked, nodding to the man in the doorway.

"Yes, I am," the man said. He was tall, thin, black haired and had streaks of red. Green eyes, slender and shaven, but had muscles. His hair was untidy, like he had just woken up.

"We have a warrant for your DNA, and to inspect you house." Nick said, holding up a warrant, handing it to Mr. Hennessey. They stepped into the house, swiping past Brian. Nick turned into the kitchen, and began opening drawers, pulling out knives he suspected were as big as the one that had pierced Jason Hennessey. He began spraying them with crystal violet, and starting the process over to see if he could find one with blood on it.

Greg pulled out a swab from his kit, motioning to Brian to open his mouth. Brian groaned, but followed Greg's orders. Greg swabbed the inside of his left cheek, and then closed the cap on the swab, smiling, nodding his thanks to Brian. Brian groaned his welcome.

"You got anything?" Greg asked, stepping next to Nick, looking over his shoulder at what Nick was holding to see if Nick had found the murder weapon. Nick turned, and pushed his shoulder to Greg's chest. Greg blushed gently, but Nick took no notice to the touch or Greg's blush.

"Yeah," Nick said, looking from the knife he was currently holding to Greg. "I got nothing, that's what I got." He finished with a nod, turning back, removing his shoulder from Greg's chest without notice, to the last drawer. He lifted an eyebrow as he opened it to see a knife wrapped in some kind of thin cloth. He picked it up, turning fully around to Greg. He unraveled the cloth, to find the white cloth dyed red around the tip. Brian, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, turned around, lips pursed out as he huffed a sigh.

Greg and Nick turned to Brian slowly, spraying the contents, the knife and the cloth, with crystal violet. It glowed, and that only built up their suspicions.

"Mister Hennessey…" Nick started.

"Call me Brian…" Hennessey said.

"Fine, Brian…" Nick began again. "Did you kill your brother…?"

"Brother?" Brian asked. "I was an only child." Greg and Nick turned to each other, perplexed. Nick turned back to Brian, giving him the same puzzled look.

"Excuse… me?" Nick asked, motioning to Greg to check the knife for finger prints.

"I don't have a brother," Brian said. "Nor did I ever."

"Then… who was Jason Hennessey-Mason to you, Brian?"

"Jason was my husband."

Nick swallowed hard for some reason, then turning to Greg. Greg looked at Nick uneasily, giving a little shrug of confusion, barely visible at that. Nick and Greg's gaze caught, but they both turned back to Brian. Brian looked at them, sharing their same look of confusion.

"What?" Brian asked; look glancing from Nick to Greg continuously.

"Nothing…" Nick and Greg said in chorus, the two turning so that their backs were to Brian. They looked at each other, neither able to read the other's thoughts or emotion.

Nick turned back around, Greg walking forward to reach for the spray to get the fingerprints off the knife. He sprayed quickly, pulling out a laminate slip to collect the fingerprint.

Greg turned back around after putting the knife and cloth in an evidence bag. He sighed as Nick led Brian away.

Interrogation.

Brian had confessed to killing his husband. He told Nick and Greg and the surrounding police how he killed him and why.

Brian had walked with Jason into the parking garage. Brian knew there was new cement being plastered in, and Jason started making moves on him. Jason had somehow, "miraculously" got down naked, and started making more of his seductive moves on Brian. Brian knew Jason was cheating on him, and was upset. So, he pinned Jason up against the wet cement, remembering the knife he kept in the car. Brian started yelling at Jason about cheating on him, but Jason kept on denying it, even though Brian saw him cheating.

Brian ran back to the car, parked just a little ways away from where they hopped out to start walking, and got the knife. He cornered Jason then to the cement again, threatening him to spill the truth and shed light on the "misunderstanding." Jason; pinned up against the wet cement now had his clothes on, started blabbering on about how Brian was "no fun," and how he started seeing another man. Brian, enraged, killed Jason in the end.

Nick sighed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand as he walked down the hall from the interrogation room with Greg.

"Humans are cruel," Nick uttered.

"And weird," Greg agreed.

"Yeah, they are." Nick answered. He pursed his lips, blowing a raspberry of a sigh. Grissom stepped out in front of them suddenly, stopping them in their tracks.

"Ah, my boys," Grissom started, gesturing to Nick and Greg with a bow of his head and a smile.

"What do you want, Griss?" Nick asked, rolling his head to Greg, but keeping his sights on Grissom.

"I'm bored…" Grissom said, taking Nick and Greg aback. That was something they thought they'd never hear Grissom say! "I want you two to reenact your case for me, I was interested and…"

"Wait." Greg said. "You want me and Nick to reenact our case?" He said, turning his head to Nick, but keeping his eyes on Grissom still, perplexed.

"Yup. I was interested so I want you to reenact your case…" Grissom said with a nod and a smile. He gave another nod. "I got a whole scene set up and everything, cement and…"

"Hold up!" Nick yelled, but a soft yell. "You already have the scene set up?"

"So you couldn't say no." Grissom snickered with a smile. Grissom waved them to follow him.

"I'm too sexy to be doing this…" Greg sighed.

"Yeah," Nick agreed. "I'm too sexy to be getting paid to do this."

"I can take your pay check," Greg and Grissom said in unison.

"Not gonna' happen in your dreams!" Nick laughed.

"Lots of things happen in my dreams…" Greg said, staring at Nick.

"Still don't want to know," Nick said. Nick rolled his eyes, starting after Grissom. Greg watched him follow after Grissom.

"I call killer!" Greg said, laughing as Nick and Grissom turned the corner. As he heard a groan echo down the hallway from Nick, he smiled to himself and followed after Grissom and Nick, still smiling.