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Suspect On The Scene

"Oooh, someone looks nice," smiled Greg as I walked into the lab break room.

"Thank you," I smiled back.

Catherine gave him a glare.

"What?" he whispered. "She does."

"So, what's happening then?" I asked.

"Not much, just waiting for Grissom," Catherine replied.

"Right," I nodded.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Where was Grissom? I just wanted to get out in the field and do my job, so I wouldn't have to think about anything else but that.

"Good, a full house," said Grissom as he walked in.

"Nick's not here," said Warrick from the back.

"I know, he got here early, I sent him out on a solo. Anyway, Sara and Greg, you two have a suspicious death," he said as he handed me the case slip.

"Cool," said Greg.

"Catherine, would you care to join me on a hit and run?" he asked.

"Do I get a choice?"

"No, not really," Grissom said, slightly sarcastically. "Warrick, your going solo too, a home invasion."

"See you later," Warrick said as he walked off.

"I'll meet you at the car," said Grissom as he walked back towards his office.

"Ok," Catherine sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You just gonna sit there?" I asked Greg.

"No," he sulked.

"Good boy," I smiled as we headed outside to my car.

Once we arrived at our crime scene, we got stuck in straight away. I did manage to stay focused enough on the dead man laying in the middle of a room not to think about the previous day, which was obviously a good thing. Nick was avoiding me but I should have been avoiding him. I guess if he wasn't I wouldn't have been happy either. Greg kept his head down and hardly spoke the whole time. He probably didn't want to get involved, and that made me sort of happy. I was glad that Greg wasn't gonna be noisy or be a backstabber. Nick probably was too.

"If I ever see printing dust again, it'll be to soon," Greg groaned.

"You done?" I asked.

"Finally," he sighed.

"Are you ready to go back to the lab then?"

"I've never been more ready," he smiled.

"C'mon then," I said as I started packing up my kit.

"I'll meet you in the car," Greg said as he began to walk towards the car.

"You gonna drive?" I asked.

"If you want," he said.

"Ok, but you might need the keys," I said stood up and walked faster to catch up with him and handed him the keys. "What's up with you today? You're not your usual happy self."

"Nothing," Greg sighed.

"Oh really?"

"I'm just tired," he said.

"Well then that's your own fault, you shouldn't have let Nick stay with you. Didn't I tell you he snores?" I asked half heartedly.

"I couldn't exactly do what you did and throw him out," he yelled as we both climbed into the car.

I was shocked, to say the least. Greg had never shouted like that, not to me, and not to anyone as far as I knew. I had seriously pushed a button. I hadn't done it on purpose and I think he knew that but wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Greg. I'm sorry," I said softly.

"No, I should be the one saying sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that," he said.

"I'll live," I said.

"I'm feel like an idiot now," Greg scuffed.

"I know," I said sympathetically.

Greg put the keys into the ignition and started the car. He slowly reversed and headed back to the lab.

When we made it back Greg got out the car and went straight inside without even saying anything. Nice, huh? I followed from a distance. I did understand what was up with him. He was stuck in the middle and I knew that if I were him I would've hated it. He was torn between friends and so was everyone else. I didn't mean for that to happen and I knew for a fact that Nick didn't either. But what can you do?

"Just got a hit on the finger prints we collected," I said as I walked into the break room.

"Ok," Greg said. He seemed happier than before which could only be a good thing.

"Aaron Baker, 33. Got a string of offences. Armed robbery, car theft, attempted rape, and that's just the start," I said as I read out the man's long file.

"So he's done time?" Greg asked as he got up from he seat and began to walk with me.

"You bet. He's been in and out through most of his adult life," I said showing him the file.

"Well he sounds like a lovely person," Greg smiled.

"Doesn't he just. But what I don't get is how our vic got involved with someone like this guy," I said.

"We might just have to ask Aaron himself."

We got a warrant from Brass for Aaron Baker's apartment. Inside we found no direct evidence linking him to our murder, other than the fact his prints were at the crime scene. Baker had an alibi though, but it wasn't so air tight as he thought. To add to all that his lawyer advised him not to say anything. We were back where we'd started.

"Now what?" Greg sulked.

"Go back to the original crime scene," said Grissom. We went to him for advice. "See if you can find anything else that could link your suspect to the murder."

"Fine," Greg rolled his eyes.

"Come on. I'll drive this time," I said.

So we went back to our crime scene. It was a lot quieter than I remembered. Once inside we looked carefully, from top to bottom, in every room. I left Greg in the master bedroom as I went to the box room at the back of the house. It was mostly empty other than a wardrobe and a desk. I searched for blood. Nothing.

Suddenly I spotted something out the corner of my eye. It was movement from inside the wardrobe. I drew out my gun and slowly approached the wardrobe door. I went to grab the handle but the door swung open and a man leaped out at me. My gun fell from my hand with the force of a man's full body weight landing on top of me and pining me to the floor.

"Suspect on the scene!" I shouted. "Get off me!"

The creep just laughed at me struggling beneath him. He tried to cover my mouth but I bit him.

"You bitch!" he yelled. "You're gonna pay for that!"

I could see it in his eyes what he wanted to do to me.

I kept screaming. "Greg, help!"

"Stand up and step away from CSI," Greg said as he appeared at the doorway with his gun pointing in my direction. "You do anything else, you get one between the eyes."

The psycho got off me and put his hands up in the air. Two police officers came from behind Greg and arrested the man. I sat up and took a deep breath. After Greg helped me up I wrapped my arms round him. He'd saved my life. I slowly pulled out of our embrace and moved my lips closer to his as if I were about to kiss him.

"Sara, stop," Greg said firmly.

It hit me that what I was doing was wrong. I felt so embarrassed.

"I'm so…" I started.

"It's ok, let's just get you back to the lab," he said. He sounded a bit embarrassed too.

Once back in the lab I got all sorts of unwanted attention, mostly from Nick.

"Where is she?" Nick asked Catherine.

"Who?" she asked.

"Sara, where is she?" he asked again. He sounded frustrated and panicky.

"The locker room, I think," she answered.

Nick shot off without saying anything.

"You're welcome," Catherine shouted after him.

He walked into the locker room to find my standing there sighing. He came over to me and hugged me. It was just a bit awkward.

"Nick get off me," I said.

"Sorry, force of habit," Nick shrugged his shoulder. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I insisted.

"Thank god," he sighed deeply.

"Well thanks for your concern but I have to finish this case and go home and be with our children. You know, if you remember what that's like," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, you're the one stopping me from seeing them," he argued.

I walked away and went off to find Greg. I seriously just had to finish the case and go home and sleep. The night seemed endless. Nick followed me out and headed for Hodges who would've hopefully had his trace results.

"No way!" Henry said.

"Shh, keep your voice down," Wendy whispered.

"Seriously?" Mandy asked.

"Apparently," Hodges whispered back.

"Where did you here this?" Henry asked.

"I overheard Greg telling Warrick," he answered.

"Sara wouldn't, surely?" Mandy asked.

"Why not, she's getting a divorce," Hodges said.

"Yeah but you don't just kiss one of your husband's best friends," Mandy whispered.

What the lab rats failed to notice was Nick hanging around the doorway of the trace lab and overhearing the entire conversation. He was obviously furious. He stomped off to find Greg. But he hadn't heard the whole thing.

"She didn't actually kiss him, she went to but stopped," Wendy added.

Nick sadly didn't hear the end part so when he found Greg all hell was about to break loose.

"Hey man, you still on for breakfast this morning?" Greg asked.

Nick didn't answer. Instead he punched Greg square on the nose, sending him flying across the DNA lab and crashing into several things. Everyone in the lab gathered round to see what was happening. Warrick made his way through the crowd to stop Nick from doing something else he would regret.

"What was that for?" Greg asked as he held he bloody nose.

"As if you don't know," Nick snapped.

"Come on Nicky let's get you out of here," Warrick said as he pulled Nick back. "Nothing to see here people, move along."

"What the hell?" Catherine asked. "Warrick, what are you doing?"

"Taking Nick home. Greg can tell you the rest," he said pointing to Greg who was still sat on the floor.

"Ok," she said, sounding confused.

"Get off me man, I can walk by myself," Nick snapped as Warrick walked him to the car.

"What the hell was that Nicky?" Warrick asked.

"I don't know," he sighed. "Guess I overreacted."

"Just a bit," Warrick said. "What was going through your head?"

"I've got no idea. Hodges overheard Greg telling you Sara tried to kiss him, and I overheard Hodges telling the rest of the lab techs. What was she thinking? She'd have something to say if I threw myself at Catherine. I wouldn't though, I couldn't do that to you," Nick said.

"What's that suppose to mean? Never mind. Look, Sara didn't kiss Greg. He said she went to but stopped, probably after realising it wasn't you," Warrick tried to explain.

"Oh God," Nick sighed. "You're joking right?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

Meanwhile:

"Greg what happened?" I asked as I walked into DNA lab.

"Ask your husband," he said as he began to stand up.

"He didn't?" I asked.

"Oh, he did."

"Greg I'm so sorry, this is all my fault," I said.

"It's ok, no real harm done I guess," Greg said. He felt sorry for Nick, he probably would have done the same if he was in his position.

"You ok Greg?" Catherine asked.

"I'm fine," he said as pulled a tissue from a tissue box and covered his nose with it.

"God, I'm gonna kill him," I exclaimed.

"No need to, he's mentally killing himself as we speak," said Warrick as he walked over to us. He had left Nick outside and had come back in to apologise on Nick's behave.

"What happened?" Catherine asked.

"He's so sorry Greg," Warrick said. "And he's sorry to you to Sara."

"Well why doesn't he tell us himself?" I asked.

"It's a pride thing. He's a bit embarrassed," Warrick explained.

"It's ok. Tell him I'm fine," Greg said.

"No don't. Greg it's not ok," I said.

"I explained everything to him, he got the wrong end of the stick and like I said, he's sorry," Warrick said.

"Sorry isn't good enough," I said.

"Sara stop being so stubborn and realise he loves you and he was just being protective!" Catherine added.

Thank you for reading! I think this is probably the longest chapter I've ever done but I hope you like it. And obviously seeing Nick being protective of Sara, how sweet? Review please.