Nick and Greg just came back from their court appointment. They did good in court and they were sure the case would turn out good.

Still not feeling too well after the car accident yesterday, they decided to spent some time healing together at Nick's place.

Right after they walked in, Greg checked his cell phone. "Julian tried to call me three times."

"I knew it was a mistake to give him your number," Nick said jokingly, walking into the kitchen to fix them something to eat.

"I'll call him back, maybe it's important." He started dialing.

"I doubt it's important, but go ahead," Nick replied from the kitchen.

"Hey Julian, it's Greg. What's up? Thank you... No, please, calm down, it's alright. No! You don't have to... No, really. I... I'm not home yet, anyways. Yeah, the court appointment. Mhm, good, thanks. No, actually, I'm at Nick's right now. Yeah, we're in the same boat right now, so... Huh? No, really, I don't feel like... No, but thank you..." He tried several times to end the conversation, but Julian just kept talking and talking. Finally, when Nick was almost done with preparing the meal, he was able to hang up. "I'm sorry," he said to Nick.

"He had a lot to talk about, considering that he saw you yesterday," Nick said amused.

"He wanted to come visit me after shift, I told him not to. I just hope he won't do it, anyways. He surely has some boundary issues."

Nick laughed while placing the plates on the desk.

At the same time, Sara heard glass breaking while walking past the DNA lab. When she stopped to take a look, she found Julian, obviously outraged and broken glass on the ground. "What's going on in here?"

"Nothing..." he said without concealing the anger he felt. "I just... dropped something."

She looked at him for a few seconds. "You look kinda angry..."

"I'm not!" he snapped at her.

"I can see that..." she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes and leaving.

"They confessed to vandalizing three cars, but claim they didn't do anything to Nick's car." Ray was sitting in Catherine's office, talking about the case with her and Sara.

"And we didn't find their fingerprints on the car," Sara added.

"I'm sure their lawyer told them that Nick's car was the one with the CSIs, maybe they're afraid to get higher sentences because they injured them?" Catherine was reading the transcript of their confession.

"It doesn't really make any sense. Why should they admit to causing a fatal car crash rather than one where two CSIs got injured?"

"Their lawyer probably also told them that we don't have any physical evidence to link them to Nick's car," Ray concluded, looking at his two colleagues.

"We got to look into this either way. If they're telling the truth we need to find out who did this to Nick and Greg."

Nick and Greg fell asleep on the couch while watching some TV. They were woken by the doorbell half an hour later. Both awoke with a start, being a bit confused and disorientated for a second.

When Nick answered the door, he found a pizza delivery guy standing at the doorstep. "Did you order pizza, Greg?"

"No."

"We didn't order, I think you got the wrong address."

"It should be correct, sir. 23,50$, please," the delivery guy said.

"Well it's not. We didn't order any pizza and we're not going to pay for it."

"Sir, you can't just order pizza and then decide you don't want any."

"I DIDN'T order any!" Nick said annoyed while Greg kind of enjoyed this scene.

"This kind of behavior is rude and unfair! This is gonna be deducted from my salary!"

"I'm sorry for you, but that's not my pizza, why should I pay for it, then?"

The delivery guy rolled his eyes. "Just a second..." He took his cell phone out and dialed a number. Nick's phone rang.

He raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get my number from?"

"You gave that number when you ordered!"

Nick looked at Greg. "Did you...?"

"No!" he said amused. "It's a funny prank, though."

Nick took his wallet out. "Alright..." he said annoyed, "but don't expect any tip!" He payed the delivery guy and took the pizza inside. "If I ever find out you did order, I'm gonna..."

"Relax," Greg interrupted him, laughing, "I didn't."

"But who did, then?"

Greg shrugged and took a slice of pizza out of the box. "It's tasty, though."