Nick and Greg walked into the break room. Greg sat down at the table while Nick was fixing them both a cup of coffee.
"Don't take this too hard," Nick said while handing him the cup.
"You know... Maybe I should take my gun with me more often," Greg said while taking a sip from the coffee.
"Do you think it will make you feel safer?"
"Probably not. I mean, I don't ever want to use it, but I feel like... I don't know."
"Like what?"
"Like a danger magnet," he laughed.
Nick laughed, too, but put a straight face on right away. "Well, when you carry your gun you must be ready to use it when you have to, otherwise you'll be dangerous..."
"You know, that's not the answer I was looking for," Greg said with a smile.
"I know. But I can't make that decision for you."
Hodges and Julian entered the room.
"Guys, there you are!" Hodges said with files in his hands.
"Good news, please?" Nick said with a frown.
"Well, sort of... No, not really... Well, not bad news, at least." Hodges handed Nick the files. "You victim had two different kinds of sleeping pills in her system, but you only found two bottles from the same pills, right?"
Nick nodded. "But the husband said something about picking up three bottles. Maybe the third one was a different kind."
"But why would he hide it from us?" Greg asked.
"I wish we could ask him that."
"Well, while you two were busy letting him leave the country," Hodges teased, "I contacted their doctor and was able to find out that one of the pills she took, diazepam, was prescribed to the husband."
"Really?" Nick said surprised. "She took his pills, that's why he hid the bottle."
"Or maybe he gave her the pills," Greg concluded. "Why else would he run away?"
"But it still doesn't explain why he threatened you with a gun to get the car. I mean, he was already gone, he could've easily left with his car, it was standing outside. Why go back to the garage? He wanted HER car."
"He did WHAT?" Julian said shocked. "He threatened you with a gun?"
Greg raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... why?"
"I..." Julian looked concerned. "I'm just glad you're okay..." He smiled and left.
"Huh. I thought he knew," Hodges said with a confused smile on his face. "Anywho, Al wants to see you two down in autopsy."
"You wanted to see us, Doc?" Nick asked while entering the autopsy room.
Charlene Thompson was lying on the table again.
"Weren't you already done with her?" Greg asked surprised.
"I was, but then David noticed something... Follow me." Doc Robbins walked over to the body. "It wasn't visible a few hours ago, but now..."
"Bruises around her mouth."
Doc Robbins nodded. "Looks like a hand, doesn't it?"
"So you're saying someone forced the pills down her throat?" Greg asked.
"It's possible. It was a good idea to dig deeper into that case, Nick."
Greg's cell phone was ringing. "Excuse me." He went out to take the call and came back a minute later. "They found the car!"
"Teenagers saw a white male pushing a car into the water..." Brass said while walking Nick and Greg to the car. "Called it in, and here we are now."
Greg took his flash light out. "Great, all the evidence is probably washed away..."
"Not ALL evidence. Don't worry."
Nick and Greg looked at Brass confused as he opened the trunk.
"Is that enough evidence to satisfy you two?"
Nick nodded with an uncomfortable look on his face. "That should keep us busy."
"Long time no see, Doc," Nick said sarcastically.
The Doc smiled. "This guy died from a blunt force trauma to the head. I already sent the glass fragments I found in the wound up to Hodges, but I guess we already know where they come from, right?"
"He went through the car window with his head?"
"I think so."
"But who is he?"
"DNA samples are already in the lab, hopefully they can answer that question."
"When did he die?"
"A few hours before Mrs. Thompson. That's all I can tell you yet."
"You're sure you want to do that, Greg?"
"Of course, why not? Everything's fine!" Greg patted Nick on the chest as he walked past him to the DNA lab.
"Hey Julian, we need the identity of our John Doe. Are you done yet?"
When he saw Greg walking in, Julian jumped out his seat nervously. "Greg, hi! Uhm yeah... I... I uh... It's here somewhere." He searched for the report nervously.
"Is everything alright? You look a bit stressed out."
"No, everything's good, why?"
"Because I've never seen you like that... all hectic and busy and... stuff." They usually found Julian sleeping, reading, eating, well, everything but working when they entered the lab. Seeing him a bit stressed was something they didn't usually see.
Julian laughed. "I'm not hectic, Greg..." He finally found the report and handed it to him. "There you go."
"Thanks..." Greg opened the file. "Oh, the case is starting to make sense... John Doe's DNA is a match to the semen we found... Him and Mrs. Thompson probably had an affair... Maybe the husband found out about it and just lost it..."
"Well I think nothing hurts as much as fearing to lose the person you love the most... Makes you do crazy stuff, I guess..." Julian said, looking a bit lost in his thoughts.
"...Yeah... But it doesn't excuse murder." After a short, awkward pause, Greg went out, not knowing Julian was actually talking about him. "Well, thanks, anyways."