When Greg woke up at the hospital, Nick was sitting in his room, reading the newspaper.
"Who called you?" Greg asked, with a faint smile on his face.
"Catherine. How do you feel?" Nick responded.
"Why did she do that? You need your sleep and I'm fine, so..." he slowly sat up, groaning with pain and lying back down.
"Yeah I can see that." Nick said sarcastically. "Besides, you slept for 10 hours."
"What?" Greg sat up quickly, not believing how long he's been asleep. And as quickly as he got up, he got down again, groaning in pain.
Nick grinned "Maybe you should just lie down." his grin changed into a serious face again "So can you tell me what happened?"
"Well..." Greg looked at Nick. "After you dropped me off at my place I wanted to eat something and then go to sleep. But I noticed that someone must've been in my apartment... He took all my documents that had anything to do with work, Nick. He also got my cell phone... And he said..." Greg paused and gave Nick a look that made his heart hurt. "He said the bombs and the shooting was just the beginning... and that he knows everything about us he needs to know... to hurt us..."
Nick couldn't help but notice the fear and helplessness in Greg's eyes. "Don't worry about that. You need to get better, we'll do everything we can to stop this guy before he can hurt anyone again."
"Nick, he was able to get into my apartment without breaking the lock. I checked my apartment when I got home and noticed someone was inside and I didn't see him but he was still there... We need to be really careful with this guy..." Greg said, trying to get out of the bed.
"Wait wait, what are you doing?" Nick tried to keep him in the bed.
"I can't just lie around here being all useless! We need to get him quick!"
"No, you need to rest. We'll take care of it... Now go back to bed or I'll tell the nurse to strap you down." Nick said with a serious look on his face.
"Don't be ridiculous, Nick! I'm fine, why shouldn't I go back to work?"
"So you're fine, really?" Nick gently poked Greg's side, causing him to squirm with pain.
Greg sighed. "You can be a real jerk, you know that?"
Nick couldn't help but smile. "Sometimes I have to to keep you from doing something stupid. Get some rest, I'll come back in a few hours to check on you. When you're really feeling better then, I'll take you back to the lab. Deal?"
"It's not like I have a choice, do I?"
"No, you don't." Nick left with a laugh.
"Hey Julian" Sara walked into the DNA lab. „Is the DNA result from the glass Ray gave you ready?"
"Of course. You can tell Ray to pick it up." He said without looking at her.
Sara gave him the typical Sara-smile when she was annoyed by someone or something „Or... You could give me the results. It's not only Ray's case, you know."
Julian just rolled his eyes and handed her his report. "Unknown female DNA."
"Wait, female?" Sara said surprised. "Greg said he was attacked by a male..."
"Maybe he just made that up because he was embarrassed that a female knocked him out." Julian said, laughing to himself.
"Shut up or YOU will have something to be embarrassed about." Sara said, leaving the lab.
Julian watched her leave with a shocked face. Sara was never nice to him since she hated his brown nosing, know-it-all attitude, but she never was that rude to him.
The CSIs gathered in the break room once again.
Catherine sighed. „Okay, so the DNA from the rim of the glass from Greg's apartment is female?"
"Yes, she's not in CODIS. And her fingerprints are not in the system, either. That is, if the fingerprints on the glass belong to the mystery woman." Sara answered.
"Any chance Greg had a visitor that used this glass?" Catherine asked her team.
"I don't think so, Catherine. He called attention to the glass when I found him. He told me to process the glass because he was sure the guy who attacked him put it there." Ray said, looking down the report.
"I'm not even sure this glass is Greg's..." Nick said, looking at a picture of it. "I've never seen that one before. And who buys just one new glass?"
"Are you saying the guy brought that glass with him?" Sara wondered.
"Well, why not? Maybe he wanted to keep us busy or something, he's obviously a lunatic."
"Okay then..." Catherine released a deep sigh again. "Nick, go ask Greg about the glass. If it's really not his, then maybe we'll be able to find a DNA or fingerprint match with missing persons or ongoing cases we have. Maybe he wants to tell us something with this glass."
"Okay, thanks, Sara..." Nick walked into Greg's room with his cell phone on his ear. "See you later."
"Finally! What took you so long?" Greg was sitting on his bed, already dressed.
"You want to go back to work already? Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. We need to find this guy and I'm sure you could use my help." Greg said, putting his shoes on.
"Well yes... But what about your rib? Did it stop hurting?"
"It's gotten better... Just try not to hit any speed bumps on the way to the lab and I'll be fine." he smiled, slowly getting up.
On their way back to the lab, Nick decided to tell Greg about what Sara just said on the phone. "So... The glass in your kitchen... The DNA on it was female..."
"Female?" Greg looked at Nick "Do you know who it belongs to?"
Nick sighed "Yes we do..." briefly looking at Greg, he continued "It's connected to the family drama we're working on. It belongs to the son's girlfriend."
Greg fixated his eyes on Nick, with a disbelieving look on his face "What?"
"Yeah... We have no idea what he wants from you, if he picked you out randomly or if it's something personal, but it's no coincidence he sends you two messages about this case..."
Greg scratched his forehead "Nick, I can't think about anyone who would have a reason to do something like that, and I didn't recognize his voice. I don't think that I actually know this guy."
As they arrived at the lab, Nick and Greg got out of the car.
"I figured. Which only makes it harder to find him..." Nick gently put his hand on Greg's shoulder "But it's a good thing there's no one holding a grudge against you."
Nick didn't notice the slight discomfort in Greg's face when Nick touched him, but it was there. The attack in his own home brought up some of the old scars again, but Greg was determined to fight them off once again.
"Greg! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the hospital recovering. What the hell, Nicky, why did you bring him here?" Catherine wasn't mad at either one of her colleagues, but she was worried about Greg.
"It's not his fault, Cath. I wanted to come back. I'm fine, I can work. I want to work!" Greg tried to convince her to allow him back to work.
"My job would be a lot easier if you guys weren't all so stubborn!" she walked away. "But you're not going out in the field!" she said with her back turned on them.
"Catherine, I need you to see this..." Brass entered Catherine's office with a look on his face that told Catherine he didn't have good news.
"What is it, Jim?"
"I wanted to talk to Mrs. Brown, the girlfriend's mother... But she wasn't home." Brass slowly sat down and handed Catherine some pictures. "Ray made photos of the family kitchen in Henderson. They don't have any glasses that look like the one he found in Greg's kitchen."
Catherine sighed. She knew where Brass was going with this.
"I went to Mrs. Brown again, with a warrant. When she didn't open up, we went in..." he handed her some more pictures.
"Oh no... When were these photos taken?" Catherine said without looking up to Brass.
"When you guys were with Greg at the hospital, I had the swing shift take care of it, but it's your case now." he handed her all the files he had concerning this case. „According to David she died a few hours before the other family was killed."
"Thanks Jim..." Catherine picked up the files and went out of the office.