Back at the lab, Greg was waiting for the DNA-tech. The new one who was hired after Wendy left was a lazy worker. He was rather good-looking, though. 6'3'', dark brown, medium-length hair, brown eyes and a rather muscular build. He never seemed to be where he was supposed to be. His results took nearly twice as long as Greg's or Wendy's did. To top all of this, he was a condescending know-it-all.
„Well, then I guess I'll have to do it myself", he thought, processing his DNA-evidence himself. After all it used to be his lab for many years.
The DNA-tech went in. „What are you doing in my chair?" He said with a surprised look at his face.
„I can't wait for my results forever, Julian. I need them now." Greg said in a demanding way, not looking up to him, just keeping on processing the evidence.
„I know this used to be your lab, Gregory. But it's not anymore. You traded it for the field. It's mine now. So would you mind stepping out now? I'll finish this up for you." He demanded.
Greg raised an eyebrow. „Nope..." he said, still not looking up to him. „I'm gonna finish this, you can take another coffee break if you want."
Julian stormed off, angry with Greg. Who was he to tell him to leave his own lab, he thought.
„Mrs. Willows, we need to talk." Julian said, still with a pissed undertone in his voice.
„What is it?" She said, looking at some files.
„It's about Sanders. I know he's had a rough time and stuff, but honestly, I don't care. This doesn't give him the right to be disrespectful."
Catherine tried not to roll her eyes. She put down her glasses and sighed. „What happened?"
„He kicked me out!"
„What?" She couldn't follow.
„...Of my lab!" he said resentful.
„And why did he do that?" She said, already knowing it was the DNA-techs fault.
„I don't know! I just came back in after dropping off some DNA-results for Sara's case and there he was, processing his evidence on his own!"
„So?"
„So what?" he said aggressively „Just because he got beat up again doesn't give him the right to talk to me like that!"
Catherine stood up „Okay, you're WAY out of line here..." She's had it with him. He was always like this, not showing any respect to her or her co-workers. „He's been through a lot, he has every right to be stressed out. And besides, he's allowed to process DNA-evidence. He used to be a lab tech."
„Yeah, but he can't just invade my lab like tha..." As he said that, Catherine quickly stopped him.
„It's not YOUR lab, got it? At nights it's MY lab and YOU'RE working for me!" She didn't like to talk all bossy like that, but she felt it was long due to put him in his place. „And besides, I work on the same case as Sara and we're still waiting for our DNA-results. You better get back to work now."
He stared at her in disbelief. He didn't expect her to say something like that to him. With an irritated look on his face he just left her office.
„Hey" Nick went up to Greg who was walking down the hall. „You got the DNA-results back?"
„Not yet. How about you? You found something?" Greg asked.
„Well, I'm not sure yet... I found some strands of hair down the alley, same hair color as the vic, but not confirmed it's his, yet. Maybe it's one of our fighters. Where are you going?"
„Autopsy. You?"
„They found one of the guys who were fighting, Brass is bringing him in, I want to talk to him." Nick said, patting Greg on the shoulder „Catch you later!" he said, walking pass him.