Hope you're having a great Sunday! Maybe this will make it even better!

Greg was still angry, but wanted to be there when they told Nick. They decided to tell him in the break room, figuring he would take it better in a more comfortable room than the boss' office. Greg stood next to the door, crossing his arms nervously, trying not to show how he felt right now. Nick was sitting at the table next to Henry, looking at Russell who was standing in front of them, breaking it to him right now. When Russell was done, Nick briefly looked at Henry, then turned around to Greg. "Are you okay?"

"...Yeah," Greg said lying, a bit confused. He expected a more emotional reaction, like the one he himself had when he heard about it.

"So... Any thoughts about what she might be planning?" Nick asked calmly. He didn't just act that way, he actually was calm.

"...Is that it?" Greg asked surprised.

"Huh?"

"That's your reaction? This lunatic is spying on our friends, following them into bars and... And you don't have anything to say about that?"

"Like what? We knew before that she's a crazy stalker."

"Yeah but..." Greg had no idea what exactly he expected him to be like at the moment, but Nick being as calm as he was at the moment felt wrong.

"You think you're angry, right?"

"...I know I am, Nick." Greg gave him a look.

"Maybe a little, but that's not all you're feeling. You're scared and you feel helpless because this woman is still out there. You know that if she wanted to, she could hurt us a lot. Anytime she wants to." Greg didn't answer to that, he felt a bit ashamed because Nick was right. "But this doesn't help us at the moment. We need to find a way to make sure she goes to prison and stays there for as long as possible. We need to stay focused." Nick turned away from Greg to look at Russell. "Any idea how we could manage that?"

In the next few hours, Greg apologized to Henry and Hodges for letting his anger out on them and what Nick said helped him deal with his emotions better. Him and the other CSIs kept thinking about how to deal with Mrs. Douglas and came up with a few ideas. Greg had a quite unconventional idea he didn't share with his colleagues. He sat inside his car, parked in front of Mrs. Douglas' house for two hours now, thinking, staring at the house. It would take him another half hour until he decided to drive back home. Five minutes after he arrived at his apartment, there was a knock on the door. The psychological terror Mrs. Douglas was inflicting on him made him startle when he heard the knock. He opened the door when he saw it was Nick knocking. "Hey. What are you doing here?"

"Where's your gun?" Nick asked.

"What...?" Greg had an insecure smile on his face.

"Where is it? I saw you take it with you tonight. You usually keep it in your locker."

"You should go home, Nick. It's late." Greg meant to close the door, but Nick slammed it open and walked in. "Hey, are you crazy?!"

Nick closed the door behind him. "I can't believe how stupid you are sometimes! You take your gun... Not to mention your registered gun you use at work... and drive over to Mrs. Douglas'?!"

"...You followed me?"

"Oh yeah, because that's what we should be focusing on right now!"

Greg walked into the kitchen to get Nick something to drink. "Sit down and shut up, let me explain!" He handed his friend the glass. "Yes, I took the gun with me tonight and drove over to Mrs. Douglas, but it's not what it looks like. I didn't mean to do anything. I don't know what I was doing there... I just thought I might need protection."

"I really hope you're telling the truth because... Believe me, it's not like I didn't think about it at least once... But it wouldn't solve any problems, it would only cause more."

Greg had a sad, desperate look on his face. "At least it would help me sleep at night again. Ever since the phone calls started..." He shook his head. "I was fine for a while, but now... I don't know what to do about it. I block the number, she calls with a new one... And I can't turn it off when I'm on call... or anytime else, there could always be an emergency at work."

Nick sighed. He pointed at Greg's bedroom. "Go in there and pack your bags. You'll stay at my place for the next few days."

He shook his head. "There's no need to, Nick. But thanks."

"Yes there is. We'll tell Russell to call me if he needs to contact you. That way you can turn off your phone until you get a new number, alright?"

Greg stayed at Nick's for three days now and both men were on edge. Greg had his phone off as much as he could, but every now and then, when it was turned on, he received the anonymous phone calls again. The guys were stressed out and had to get used to the new circumstances – Greg being Nick's new roommate for a while – was a little hard to handle in that stressful time and they got into arguments quite often. Usually about unimportant stuff. Right now it was about the missing beer in the fridge. "I just wanted to come home after a long shift, sit in front of the TV and have a cold beer!" Nick yelled while sitting down on the couch.

"I didn't drink it! I don't know where your precious beer went!" Greg yelled back.

"That's typical! You're never taking any responsibility for your mistakes!"

"Excuse me? Where did you get that from?"

They went on to yell at each other for a few minutes until Nick found the beer. It was sitting on the kitchen sideboard because he himself took it out of the fridge this morning and forgot to get it back in. Greg didn't say anything, but his look said enough for Nick. "Don't give me that look, okay?"

"What look?"

"Like you don't know!"

"Who's the one not able to take responsibility for his mistakes now?" They went on to fight about this and other things for another ten minutes.

The next day, when they were trying to forget the fight last night ever happened, they were on their way to the lab, but Greg needed to stop at home first to get some of his stuff. He was the one driving and Nick was sitting in the passenger seat. They talked about random stuff when a car was suddenly changing lanes in front of Greg. He needed to brake quite strong in order to avoid crashing into the other car. He hit the horn three times and yelled in anger.

"What the hell, man?" Nick asked with a rather annoyed look on his face.

"What? This jerk almost crashed into me!"

"You could've slowed down and let him change lanes."

"Yeah but I didn't and he should've been the one to slow down instead of almost crashing into me! Idiot!"

It was the fourth day of their sharing a home and that was how long it took Nick to realize how angry and frustrated Greg really had become. "Take it easy, man."

Greg sighed. "I just can't stand these idiots thinking they own the streets!"

"This happens all the time, I've never seen you react to it like that."

"So?" he asked annoyed.

"So... Is this what Mrs. Douglas has made you? An angry guy who beats up other drivers because they cut them off?"

"I'd never beat anyone up, what are you talking about?"

Nick shook his head. "Don't let her get to you like that, Greg. Do something against the anger."

"I'm not angry because of her. This guy was just..."

"No, I don't buy it. Don't try to find excuses, she did this to you."

Greg was annoyed because Nick was right. He decided not to answer and just keep driving. They finally arrived at Greg's apartment and he got out of the car.

Nick hesitated for a moment, but then got out, too. "Wait up, I said I'd help you carry your stuff and that's what I'm gonna do..."

They walked up to the apartment and Greg put his key inside the lock. Trying to turn it to unlock the door, the lock fell out. Greg just stood there with the stupidest look on his face, briefly looking at Nick, saying, "That's weird."

"Oh no, Greg..."

He opened the door, but before he could enter, Nick put his hand on Greg's hand and stopped him to open the door any further. "I don't think you should go in there."

"But..." Greg looked down on the lock. "Who did this?" He was slowly beginning to acknowledge what this meant. Someone broke into his apartment. "I-I don't get it... Who would break into my apartment?"

Nick looked at Greg rather fascinated. He had no doubt that Mrs. Douglas was the one calling him from the unknown phone number, but didn't even think about her when someone broke into his home. "Maybe you should wait in the care while I make some phone calls, alright?"

"No. I got this, let me just..." He tried to walk in, but Nick, again, kept him from doing so.

"Don't! You're gonna mess up the scene. Let me call Russell, he'll take care of it."