Wanna find out if Greg's going insane? And how will he react to facing Mrs. Douglas? Read on! :)
Mrs. Douglas didn't get another chance to hurt the two again physically, but she was pretty good at messing with Greg's head at them moment. His phone kept ringing every few hours and it was always a different unknown number. Since he needed his phone for work, turning it off was not an option. His phone made some noise again while he was at a crime scene with Sara, but this time not because he received a phone call, but an e-mail. "Every time that damn phone goes off, I get chills running down my spine..." he said with a self-pitying laugh. "...Just an e-mail." He smiled relieved, but the smile only lasted a second.
"What is it?" Sara asked, bending down to pick some evidence up from the floor.
"This e-mail... I... I think I'm starting to lose my mind." He held the phone in front of Sara to make her read it.
" 'Two eyes are better than one.' ? What does that mean? Who sent this?"
"My guess is it's from Mrs. Douglas."
"What makes you think that?"
"Oh come on, it's obviously a bad joke on my expense. The eye patch?" Greg had to wear the eye patch for six weeks because of a corneal rupture caused by the pistol-whip he received from Travis, Mrs. Douglas' partner in crime. He had another two weeks to go.
Sara had a worrisome look on her face. "Maybe you should listen to Russell and Nick for once and try not to think about her."
"How can I not think about her when she's harassing me?"
"You don't even know it's her! Come here." Sara walked up to him and took his cell phone out of his hands. "I'm taking your phone for the next few hours. I'll let you know if you have any important calls or messages. Now forget about her and get back to work!"
Sara taking away Greg's phone did help him get his mind off of Mrs. Douglas for a while. In their lunch break, Greg decided to get him and Sara some food. Walking out of the store he bought some sandwiches at, he bumped into Mrs. Douglas. "Sor..." he wanted to apologize until he noticed who he just bumped into. "...You."
"Oh Greg, I apologize. Are you alright?" she said, acting as if nothing ever happened between them.
They were standing in front of the store just around the corner of the lab and the police station. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here," he said a bit nervous.
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to buy a few things in there..." She smiled at him.
"...You shouldn't be in the neighborhood, we have a restraining order against you. Don't come near Nick or me again." He tried to walk past her, but she stood in the way.
"Is your eye okay? My lawyer wasn't able to tell me whether or not you'll be blind on this eye or not..."
As she reached up to touch Greg's face, he grabbed her wrist quite forcefully. "Don't you even dare touching me. We'll do everything we can to uncover your little charade. And when we do, you'll go to prison, where you belong... You won't be able to touch anyone of us from in there." She stared at him quite surprised for a moment while he still had his hand around her wrist. She didn't expect him to be this confrontational, she thought she'd knew him. When her surprised look turned into a rather hurtful and scared one, Greg let go of her wrist. "I don't want to see you anywhere near us again... You got that?" He walked away from her. Feeling her eyes following him as he left, he patted himself down to get his cell phone. Only now he remembered he handed it over to Sara a few hours ago.
"Greg!" Mrs. Douglas yelled after him, but he didn't turn around. He kept on walking. "You'll regret this, Greg! You hear me?"
Greg walked into the break room visibly distraught.
"Is everything alright?" Sara asked as Greg handed her her sandwich.
Greg nodded. "Everything's fine." He sat down and started eating, while Sara kept looking at him rather worried.
"...You're sure?"
Greg gave her a look, communicating he didn't want to talk about it, but also that he wasn't okay.
"...Well, this might not be the best time to tell you, but..." Sara put out Greg's phone. "Seven missed calls in the last hour."
"...When was the last one?"
"While you were out. Actually, Five of the seven calls were in that time frame." Sara shrugged.
"...Dammit!" Greg threw his sandwich on the table, grabbed his phone and hurried out.
Greg stormed into Russell's office. Nick was there, too. "Good, you're both here." He put his cell phone on Russell's desk. "It's her. I know it is!"
"...We're kind of in the middle of something, Greg." Nick raised his eyebrows.
"I just saw her!" Greg exclaimed.
"What?! Where?"
"At the store around the corner. She threatened me, and shortly after I had five missed calls on my phone... All from the unknown number!"
Russell put his glasses down. "You say she threatened you? What did she say?" He had a very uneasy look on his face.
Greg filled them in on the altercation he had with Mrs. Douglas, but left out the part where he grabbed her hand. He was quite ashamed he lost his cool like that.
"Why didn't you call us?"
"Sara had my phone, I was going crazy over the calls and..." Greg sighed. "Anyway, we got to do something."
Nick and Greg had to meet with Mrs. Douglas and her lawyer. Russell went with them, as well as the DA. When the CSIs walked in, Mrs. Douglas was looking all scared and helpless, as if she was the victim. The DA gave Nick and Greg a look of reproach, asking them to sit down in a meeting room. "Thank you all for coming. A lot of different stories have been brought to my attention in the last few days and I think we need to clear it all up." They were all sitting around a long, black table.
"How about we start with that guy injuring Cheryl?!" Tyler Scott, a young man Mrs. Douglas asked to accompany her for moral support, pointed at Greg.
"...What the hell are you talking about?" Greg asked angrily.
Mrs. Douglas showed everybody her wrist. A dark, nasty bruise was shown. Her hand was shaking. "He came at me like a wild animal... I almost couldn't push him away..." she whimpered.
"What?! That wasn't me!"
Russell leaned in to Greg and whispered. "Any chance you did this yesterday, when you ran into her?"
"...Okay, I forgot to tell you that I... kind of grabbed her wrist. She wanted to touch my face and..." Greg's whisper got interrupted by Russell, clearing his throat.
"Do you have any evidence besides your made-up memory to prove Greg did this, Mrs. Douglas?" Russell asked with a fake smile on his face.
"Go ahead, take samples or something like that. It was him, Tyler is my witness." Mrs. Douglas tried to defend herself.
"Mrs. Douglas..." the DA chimed in. "You're not supposed to go anywhere near the two. How could this happen?"
"We bumped into each other, it was a coincidence!"
"No, it wasn't! Why would she shop around the corner of the lab when she knows she's not supposed to go near us? She followed me there!"
"Mr. Sanders, what happened?"
Greg sighed before he went on to tell the true story about what happened. He didn't leave anything out this time, causing Nick to look quite surprised at his friend.