Greg was standing outside the interrogation room. He watched Nick and Brass talk to one of the men who had been fightingt next to the victim. He sighed and knocked on the door, slowly opening it. „Nick, can I talk to you for a second?"
Nick followed Greg outside. „Are the DNA results ready?"
„Yes..." Greg opened the file „The blood drops we found in the back of the alley are from the vic. He's still a John Doe. But the blood drops in the front, where you found the hair, are from three different donors. One is our vic, the other two unknown. We need DNA samples from all of the fighters. Did he give you anything useful yet?"
„Brass and I are still working on it, but I think he'll crack. What about the condom we found? Is the semen the vic's?"
Greg cleared his throat. „No... actually there's evidence suggesting he was raped..."
Nick's jaw clenched. „Was the condom used in the rape?"
„Yes, I think so. The DNA sample from the outside is our vic's, the semen is from an unknown male. No hit in Codis."
„Alright, thanks." Nick was looking through the window to Brass and their only suspect „Maybe we can get something out of this tool."
While Greg was checking the missing persons database to find a picture of the vic, Langston came up to him.
„Have you found anything yet?" He stood behind Greg.
„Nothing useful. He didn't have his wallet on him and his people probably don't even know he's missing. I don't think we'll find anything in here..." He's been looking through the photos for a while now.
Greg was clicking through the pictures when Langston thought he'd recognized their vic. „Wait, wait, I think we got him." He leaned over Greg from behind, touching the mouse to click back to the picture he thought he saw the dead man.
Greg felt discomfort crawling up on him. He usually wouldn't mind Langston being that close to him, but now he did. His heartbeat started racing. He was even shaking a bit.
He couldn't take it any longer and felt he needed to get the hell away from here.
„No, I was wrong, that's not our guy." Ray said, clicking through the images of all the missing men.
Greg jumped off his seat, trying to conceal his discomfort. „You know, I just remembered I have somewhere else to be right now... Could you finish this up for me?"
As much as Greg tried to hide his discomfort, Ray could see he was being nervous. „Sure, no problem..."
„..Thanks." Greg went out of the room with his head down low.
„Okay, I want names!" Brass yelled at the fighter. He was in this interrogation room for almost three hours now, and the guy just wouldn't give Brass the names of his friends.
„I told you already. I was alone. I saw this guy lying there and decided to take a look at him, to see if he was still breathing, you know?" The fighter didn't really try hard to convince Brass. He didn't care if he believed him or not.
„Sure... what happened then? You didn't call 911?" Nick was as impatient with this guy as Brass was.
„I wanted to, but then the cop was running at me. I thought he'd kill me, so I got the hell out of there."
Brass laughed. „That's not what the cop saw. He saw a bunch of thugs beating themselves up, just for fun."
„Well maybe this cop should wear glasses because that's not what happened, alright?"
„Okay, champ, here's what will happen. We found drop bloods at the crime scene. We're going to need a sample of your DNA. And if we find your DNA on our vic or in that alley, you'll be going down for murder. Got it?"
As Brass told this the fighter, Greg entered with a DNA kit.
„This is CSI Sanders, he'll take your DNA, a hair sample and your fingerprints. Stand up now."
„W...Wait, you can't just do this! Don't you need a warrant or something?"
Nick laughed at him. „We have reason to believe you've been in that alley, we don't need a warrant, smart-ass." He held up a bag with the fighter's cell phone they found in that alley.
„Please stand up, Sir." Greg took a hair sample.
„Ouch! Watch it, dude!"
„Hey, you better watch your mouth." Brass warned him.
As Greg was taking fingerprints, the suspect asked him „Whoa, what happened to your face?"
Greg didn't look at him and continued his work.
„I'm telling you, man. It's good to know some cops get what they deserve..." He laughed devilish.
Greg didn't say anything. It wasn't the first time a suspect said stuff like this, but it still hurt him, and Nick and Brass could see it in his eyes.
Brass leaned over the table to look the suspect in the eyes. „You know, the mouth is not the only place we can swab you for DNA, got it?"
After that he didn't say a word and let Greg continue with his job.
All three men left the room. The suspect was still in there, they knew they'd want to talk to him again.
„I'll get this to DNA..." Greg was about to walk back to the lab.
„Greg, you're okay?" Nick was still worried, now even more.
„Sure, why? You mean because of what he said? Come on Nick, we get insulted by these scumbags all the time, it's no big deal." Greg said, smiling at Nick and leaving.
„What's going on with him?" Nick asked Brass.
„We've all been there, Nicky. Give him some time, he'll get through it."