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~Lying in a pool of blood, Greg opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was officer Spencer, a single shot in the head was what it needed to silence him forever. But right now, Greg didn't care. He needed to find Nick. He ran downstairs with the gun Spencer had in his holster. With strength he didn't know he had, he kicked open the door to the living room, where Mrs. Douglas and her partner in crime were about to kill Nick. She was sitting on top of an unconscious Nick with a big knife in her hand, pressing it against his chest. Travis was fiercely walking up to Greg. Without hesitation, the young CSI pulled the trigger of the gun he had in his shaking hands. The first bullet went through Travis' chest, the other in Mrs. Douglas left temple.~~~

"...Wake up! Come on, man! Get up!" These words could be heard from a short distance as Greg slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. His forehead was lying in a puddle of blood as he woke up, trying to remember what just happened. It was all blurred, though, and all he could think of at the moment was how sick he felt and how much his head hurt. His side was hurting, as well. He didn't know how that happened, but would later find out that Mrs. Douglas kicked him while he was unconscious. Supporting himself on the bathtub, he managed to get up quite slowly. He had no recollection of how he ended up in the bathroom, and was confused over the dream he just had. For a moment, he thought it was real and Mrs. Douglas and Travis were dead, while his friend Nick was saved. Officer Spencer being alive just didn't fit with this kind of imagined reality and he knew it was all just a dream. When he finally managed to sit up, he looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

"Hey! Untie me!" Spencer said, sitting on the floor, tied to the toilet. His feet were tied together.

Greg's right eye showed a rather blurry sight, which got him quite worried. It also helped him remember he'd been hit on the head, though. As did the blood on the floor, on his head, face and his clothes. It wasn't much blood, but enough to let him know he was injured. He sighed before he decided to stand up. He staggered around the room feeling quite dizzy, but he didn't want to sit down again, he wanted to get out of here. "...What happened? Where are they? ...Where's Nick?"

"They're downstairs. You have to untie me before they come back. Quick!"

Greg stumbled over to the officer. Trying to untie him, he noticed how bad his eyesight really was at the moment. He didn't even get the knot at the first try because he didn't see where it was, but finally managed to untie Spencer's hands. He walked towards the door, but Spencer stopped him.

"Wait! I think my arm's broken... You have to untie my feet, too."

Greg nodded, but didn't understand what Spencer was saying. He walked towards the door, anyways.

"Hey! Don't leave me! What the hell's wrong with you?!"

He didn't waste a thought on Spencer and walked out of the room to find out what happened to Nick. Slowly and wobbly he walked out. When he heard noise coming from downstairs, he stopped to listen.

"Get his head!" Mrs. Douglas said from downstairs.

"But... there's so much blood!" Travis replied repulsed.

"No..." Greg said to himself, sitting down on the stairs defeated. Only then he noticed all the blood on the stairs. It wasn't there when he climbed them up earlier. Without any kind of weapon, dizzy, bad eyesight and with a very high chance of Nick already dead and dismembered, there was no need for him to keep fighting. He did what he was supposed to do in the first place – wait for backup to arrive.

Moments later, several police officers stormed the house. "Freeze! Put that down!" they yelled from the first floor.

"Put your hands up!" one of them said, running up the stairs, pointing his gun at Greg. It took him a second to notice the CSI vest.

Greg put his hands up and pointed to the bedroom. "Officer Spencer might need an ambulance..."

The cop nodded and shouted down to his colleague, "We'll need another ambulance!" Him and two others cleared the second floor, then walked Greg down.

"I-Is he in there...?" Greg asked scared, looking at the kitchen door.

One of the officers nodded. "We found Stokes. Horrid scene... Do you want to see him?"

Greg sobbed. "I-I don't think I can..."

Paramedics hurried inside. Some of them walked upstairs to take care of Spencer, others walked into the kitchen. Russell followed behind but stopped once he saw the young CSI. "Greg! Are you alright? Where's Nick?"

Greg just shook his head, sitting down at the end of the staircase, unable to speak at the moment. He was breathing quite heavily as tears were streaming down his face.

"Hey, we need a paramedic!" Russell said with a worrisome look on his face. A paramedic was walking up to Greg instantly.

"I don't need a paramedic, Russell." The paramedic wanted to put his hands on Greg's head to examine the wound, but Greg shoved him away. "Don't!" he yelled aggressively. He felt responsible for what happened to Nick and didn't feel like he deserved any attention at all at the moment.

Russell looked a bit surprised and worried as he sent the paramedic away again.

"He's in there," one officer said, leading Russell into the kitchen. When he returned a few minutes later, his hands were stained in blood. He had a faint smile on his face, confusing Greg with this. Russell sat down next to his colleague, sighing in relief. "I think it looks a lot worse than it actually is. It's gonna be alright." He put his hand on Greg's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"But... What are you... You... you're talking about Nick?"

"Yeah. He looks horrible. But the paramedics say he'll be fine. They thought he was unconscious, but he's drugged up, really."

Greg's eyes widened. He thought Nick was dead. His body lying inches away from his severed head. He had this awful picture in his mind. "What...?"

Russell chuckled a bit. "I know it sounds weird, but that's a good thing. He doesn't have any head trauma, he's just drugged up... that's why he's not awake."

Greg sobbed. "Russell I... I thought Nick was dead!"

"...Huh? No, he's fine. Didn't you go in there and see how he was?"

"Of course not! I thought he was decapitated or something!" When he received a highly confused look, he explained what he heard earlier and what kind of image this had put in his head.

Russell laughed. "Oh Greg... I'm so sorry, I didn't know. He'll be as good as new, you hear me?"