Poor Greg can't seem to catch a break! Wonder if this will go out well for him... ;)

Greg sat on the floor of the hallway in his apartment complex, leaning against a wall while his colleagues were processing the crime scene inside his apartment. Nick wasn't allowed to process anything, but he was inside, talking to Russell. When he went out again, he sat down next to Greg.

"How's it going in there?" Greg asked without looking at Nick.

"Doesn't look like anything valuable is missing. They messed the place up, though."

Greg sighed. "Did they find any trace to work on?"

Nick nodded. "Some fingerprints and... And I'm sure they'll be able to find him."

Greg frowned. "Him?"

Nick patted Greg's back with a weird look on his face. "Or her."

"What is it?"

"Nothing." Nick got up. "How about we get you to work?"

Greg got up, too. "In a minute. I'd like to take a look inside."

Nick hastily shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea, Greg..."

"I can deal with it. I have to." He turned around to walk in, but Nick grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him back around again. "...You want me to get dizzy?"

"Trust me, alright? You don't want to go in there. Wait for the pictures or better yet... Wait until it's all cleaned up, okay?"

Nick was able to convince Greg to stay out of his apartment until it was cleaned up, but he had a hard time to keep him from the evidence they found in there. What Greg didn't know was that Nick had talked to everybody working on the case, helping him with this. So when Greg tried to stay updated on the case, he got rejected by some of his co-workers. He wondered, but kept trying. "Hey Russell," he said as he walked into the evidence room where his boss was working on some evidence. "Is that from my apartment?" he asked nosy.

Russell put the evidence back into the box sighing. "Do you need something?"

"...I didn't mean to interrupt you, sorry. I'm just trying to get updated on the case and nobody's able to tell me anything."

"That might be because you're the victim, Greg. They usually don't come into the lab and look over our shoulders while we work, do they?" Annoyance was obvious in his tone. He wasn't annoyed by Greg, he was annoyed he had to keep a secret.

Greg looked a bit offended by Russell's tone. "It's not like I'm a regular victim, I... What the hell is going on?"

Russell grabbed the evidence box and walked out. "I don't know what you mean."

Greg followed behind. "Everyone's being kinda rude to me when I ask about the case. I just want to know if the evidence confirms Mrs. Douglas' involvement."

"It doesn't."

"...What? Then who did this?"

Russell sighed. "Greg, talk to Nick, alright?"

"Nick? Why, he doesn't even work the case."

"Just do it. I can't help you, I'm sorry."

Greg decided to wait in the locker room for Nick to get back from a crime scene. "Hey Greg," he said as he finally walked in.

"Russell told me to ask you about the case. Which is funny because you don't work on it."

"...What case?" Nick asked, knowing exactly what Greg was talking about.

"Not you, too, please. Everyone seems to be avoiding me or lying to me or yelling at me whenever I try to talk about that goddamn case. I have a right to get filled in on it."

"They yell?" Nick asked with amusement in his voice.

"Hodges did."

"He's just a moody guy, don't interpret too much into anything he does or say." Nick patted Greg's back.

"Nick. Come on, what's going on?"

The CSI sighed. "Can't you stop being so nosy for a moment? You'd make my life a lot easier." He walked out of the locker room and into the break room, signing Greg to follow him. They both sat down at the table and Nick started to give him the news about the case. He wanted to tell him in a few days, when Greg had processed what happened a little and wasn't still in shock, but the younger CSI forced him to tell him now. "I understand Russell already told you that he didn't find any signs of Mrs. Douglas being inside the apartment, right? Well, it's because we're sure it was a guy who broke in. They're already testing the DNA, hopefully he's in the system."

Greg sat there, looking at Nick, trying to understand what he was trying to say to him. "Where did they find the DNA?"

"Your bed," he replied, fighting his urge to look away from Greg.

"What kind of DNA? Did he cut himself or something?"

Nick stared at Greg disbelieving. "Yeah, I doubt that's what happened."

Over the years, Greg developed the ability to be ignorant towards information he didn't want to hear. This was the perfect situation to use his ability, much to Nick's confusion. Greg knew exactly what Nick was trying to tell him, but he simply blocked this knowledge out right now. "Well maybe he already had a wound that caused the blood loss." He smiled.

"It's not blood he... Jesus, Greg. You understand what I'm trying to tell you, right?" Nick gave him a highly confused look. He didn't want to say it out loud, he was disgusted about it, as well.

"Of course." Greg nodded. "It doesn't actually matter how he got the blood there, let's just hope it'll help us find him." Greg hopped off his seat and walked out.

Greg, Nick, Hodges and Russell were sitting in the break room the next day. "Oh no. Greg, isn't it enough for you to ruin my dishes?" Nick said, standing at the sink with a bowl in his hand.

"What are you talking about?"

"You had cereals three days ago and didn't wash the bowl, now the bowl is ruined."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Relax, just soak it now, I'll wash it later."

"Yeah, that's all I ever hear. Later. You..."

Hodges interrupted Nick. "Gosh, you sound like an old married couple. I'm trying to solve this killer sudoku, I need to concentrate."

While Nick and Greg ignored Hodges and kept on arguing, Henry walked in. "Russell, I got the results ready." Russell quickly got off his seat in an attempt to talk to Henry outside, but the lab tech kept on talking. "Our sperm donor is Zachary Perry, a bouncer in a downtown night club."

Russell rolled his eyes and gave Henry a look. "Let's go in my office..."

"Wait," Greg said confused. "Did you start another case? I thought the break-in in my apartment was your only case at the moment."

"Russell, I tried to tell him yesterday, he just wouldn't listen," Nick explained, trying to wash the bowl.

"Tell me what?" Greg was acting like an idiot at the moment, but he genuinely didn't know.

"Oh god people, can't be that hard. Greg, listen to me." Hodges waited for Greg to look at him. "It seems like this Zachary Perry guy jerked off on your bed, alright? That's what everyone kept trying to hide from you, that's why nobody was allowed to talk to you about the case." Hodges looked around the room to look at the others. "There. Done." He concentrated on his sudoku again.

"...What?!" Greg exclaimed. "Who is this guy and why would he... Oh god, that's..."

Henry, Nick and Russell all gave Hodges a look. "Was that really necessary?"

"What? He deserves to know. He's not a child." Hodges was actually trying to be gentle, keeping the fact from Greg that the bed wasn't the only place they found sperm on. It was all over the bedroom walls as well.

When Greg hurried outside the room, Nick and Russell ran after him. On his way out, Nick shoved Hodges.

"Greg, wait! This is a good thing! We have a name!" Nick smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"Oh yeah, I'm overjoyed over the fact that this guy... Ugh, horrible. I didn't want to know that! Why did you even tell me?!"

Nick gave Greg a look. "You can't be serious."

"Okay..." Russell tried to calm him down. "We're sorry. We tried to keep this from you but now you know. But we shouldn't concentrate on that. Let's find out if there's a connection between him and Mrs. Douglas, okay?"

"I checked Zachary Perry out, I can't find an apparent connection to Mrs. Douglas. He works at a nightclub that's frequented by young people, I can't see Mrs. Douglas spending her nights there." Sara handed Nick some files. "Maybe he'll talk to you. Good luck."

As she walked away, Nick turned to Greg. "You're sure you want to watch?"

He nodded.

"And you'll be fine? You won't storm into the room and yell at him or something?"

Greg chuckled. "No! Of course not. I just want to watch, is all."

"Alright..." Nick walked into the interrogation room, where Zachary Perry and Brass were waiting for him. "Mr. Perry. You got your pants on, must be our lucky day." He sat down next to Brass. He took a look into the files Brass had put on the table earlier, looked to the mirror Greg was standing behind, then to Perry and back in the files. He sighed. "So... How do you know Mrs. Douglas?"

"I don't." Perry had a defensive body language and kept avoiding eye contact with Brass and Nick.

"Then why were you breaking into my colleague's apartment?"

"I didn't."

"And you didn't steal anything of value, either."

" 'course I didn't. Because I didn't break in there."

Nick laughed a bit. "Sure. That's your defense, huh? Sorry to break it to you, but we have overwhelming evidence to prove you're lying."

"I ain't lying."

Nick was getting a tad annoyed. He showed Perry a picture of Mrs. Douglas. "You've never seen her before?"

"Nope."

"How about this?" He pulled out some pictures of Greg's apartment. When Perry shook his head again, Nick had enough. "We found your DNA in there, man. You carried a picture of his mother in your pocket when we picked you up. You better start talking soon." Quickly after he said that, he looked to the mirror where Greg was standing behind, again. "Was this a friendly turn or did she pay you for this?"

After the successful interrogation, Nick walked out rather joyful and proud. He was surprised to see Greg gone. "Officer, have you seen Sanders?"

"He left ten minutes ago," the officer explained.

Nick went to find Greg, but he was nowhere in the police station. Figuring he might've walked back to the lab again, he did the same.

Nick was surprised to see Greg walking up and down in front of the department. "Hey. Are you alright?"

"How'd it go?"

"Mrs. Douglas paid him money to break in..."

Greg sighed. "Why did he take a picture of my mom?" He was close to walking into the interrogation room when he heard that information, something Nick didn't want him to do. That's why he walked out of the building.

"Don't ask." Nick gave him a faint smile. "Doesn't matter, alright? We got him and we got Mrs. Douglas."

"Did he say why she wanted him to break in in the first place?"

"He claims she just wanted him to mess the place up to scare us."

"And you believe that?"

Nick sighed. "We'll know when you notice something missing, I guess. But what would she want to take from you?"

Greg shrugged. "I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about this. But... Maybe I just know too much." He gave Nick a faint smile, trying to make the best out of this horrible situation.