What's hiding behind door number 1?

Grand Finale! I hope you enjoyed my story and will read the upcoming one. It's gonna be a bit lighter, I promise! :)

Big Love,

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"So which one is this? Yours or mine?" Mrs. Douglas' friend, Morgan Duncan, asked as he walked in and saw Greg standing there with his hands up.

Mrs. Douglas giggled. "Yours, silly."

Greg watched the two, scared of what was going to happen. "Mrs. Douglas, please... You love Nick, don't you? You can't just... Kill him..."

She released a frightening laugh. "What makes you think I want to kill him?"

He looked confused. This thought was the obvious one, given the circumstances, he was sure. "Then what are you doing here?"

She rolled his eyes. "Greg, meet my dear friend Morgan. We met... What, three days ago?" She smiled at him.

"Four days, I think," Morgan replied, grinning at Greg.

"I'll hand it to you, Greg. The last time... You were the reason it didn't work. I won't let it happen again. This time, my plan will work."

"...What plan?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know.

"Morgan here will help me get Nick in my car and I'll have my happily ever after with him."

Greg shook his head. "You can't drug him forever. He'll die eventually."

Mrs. Douglas walked over to Greg, gently stroking his head. "Oh dear Greg, don't worry about that." When Morgan cleared his throat, Mrs. Douglas went on. "Oh yeah, sure sweetie, I'll tell him." She turned back around to the CSI. "You see, Greg, Morgan helps me with Nick, but only because I promised him something." She walked over to the couch to sit down. "You really shouldn't have interrupted me and Nick that day at the lake house... I'm sure you were proud when you thought you'd saved your friend but you'll regret it soon enough. I know you." She grinned. "I wouldn't go as far as saying I know you better than you know yourself, but... I know about your fears. Your kryptonite. And don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this because I enjoy it. You know I liked you. I'm doing it because I want to punish you. Because you need to be punished, you..."

Morgan interrupted her. "Yeah Cheryl, we get it. He was a very bad boy. Wrap it up, okay?"

She gave him a rather devilish look. "I was getting there. But okay... Whatever. Greg, there's a reason Morgan is this tall, big, strong guy." With Morgan being almost 6'6'' tall and of very muscular built, Mrs. Douglas was not exaggerating. "You have no idea how hard it is to find someone as handsome, tall and muscular who's also into handsome guys like you."

Greg looked confused for a moment, but quickly grasped what she was getting at. "No... No, no... No. Please! You know I never meant to hurt you, I was just looking out for Nick, you have to..."

"Quiet!" she yelled. She didn't like getting interrupted. "This is not up for debate, honey." She looked over to Morgan. "I actually felt sorry for you when I heard about what this Novak guy did to you. Believe my, I'd never would've thought I'd use this knowledge to ever hurt you..."

While she was talking, Morgan was making a few steps towards Greg. He wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying anymore, all of his concentration was going to Morgan. As this big guy was approaching him, Greg kept shaking his head while staring at him in fear. Taking a shaky, fearful step back, he noticed he was already almost hugging the wall. He looked around in panic, trying to use something to defend himself, but his eyesight let him down one more time.

Morgan grabbed Greg's neck, pushed him against the wall and leaned in close to the young CSIs ear. Tears started running down this scared man's cheeks as he was shaking in terror. Morgan whispered to him while grinning devilish.

"I thought we'd agreed we wait for Nick, you help me and then you have him for yourself? I really don't feel like watching you two!" Mrs. Douglas said while rolling her eyes.

Morgan turned his head around to her. "Oh come on, I just wanna have some fun. You'll have your fun, too." He turned around to eye Greg up and down, then turned back to her. "I'm sure it's gonna be a while. You could take a nap in the bedroom until your guy arrives, and I'll have some fun with mine here."

"You wish, huh? No. I'll use the time efficiently. There is something I wanted to do with Greg..." Mrs. Douglas grinned at the frightened Greg. "I wanted to pay back the bruised wrist he caused me. You can't imagine how much this hurt!" Greg didn't cause the bruise, but she felt he was responsible for it. She was crazy, after all. She grabbed a baseball bat Nick had leaned against a wall in his living room. "How convenient to find this here." She walked towards Greg.

"Cheryl, wait. You'll have better aim without a gun in your hand, don't you think?" Morgan suggested.

"...Probably. Thanks." She put the gun in her pocket and walked over to Greg. She giggled. "Okay, I'll be nice. You decide, Greg. Left or right?"

"Oh Cheryl, one more thing."

She stopped a few feet away from Greg. "Yeah?"

Morgan pointed a gun at her. "Put the bat down and forget about it."

"...What the HELL are you doing? You brought a gun here?!"

"Just put it down."

She laughed rather crazy. "Oh I see. I tell you to wait until Nick comes here and you turn on me. Listen. If you want the rest of the money, you'll do what I say!"

"I'm a cop, Cheryl! Put it down!"

She turned around to Greg in shock. The fear in his face had faded. He already knew, Morgan had whispered this information in his ear. She turned back around to Morgan. "A cop? A damned cop?! You betrayed me?!" She dropped the bat and grabbed her gun, pointing it at Morgan.

Greg sat on the couch in a rather catatonic state as police officers and paramedics kept walking in and out of Nick's home. He was gazing into space until Nick walked through the door. "Greg! I hurried over here as soon as I heard!" He put his arms around his friend and sat down next to him. "...How are you?"

"Relieved... I guess." Greg wasn't quite talkative at the moment. He was still in shock and wasn't quite sure how to deal with his feelings at the moment. "Did, uh... did you know about the undercover cop?"

Nick shook his head. "I had no idea. Looks like it was our lucky day..." He gave him a faint smile.

"How's Mrs. Douglas doing?" Morgan had shot at her before she could pull the trigger of her gun. She was in bad shape.

"I think they're taking her to the hospital now. But I don't care about her at the moment. Did you get hurt?"

Greg shook his head. His neck was a little reddened from Morgan pushing him against the wall. He needed to make it look believable but didn't intend to hurt Greg.

Nick didn't know what to say, how to act towards Greg. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to cheer him up or let him dwell in his misery for a while. He just knew Greg wouldn't want to stay at Nick's place at them moment and his own home wasn't an option, either. "Do you want to go to a hotel or... I'm pretty sure Sara has a spare room for you at her place."

Greg shook his head again. "I think I want to be alone, a hotel room's fine."

"Sara's never at home, anyway." Nick smiled at him.

"A hotel room's fine," he repeated.

Greg had settled in in a hotel room and everybody at the lab was sure he'd take a few days off from work. That was the reason why everyone was surprised when they saw Greg wandering around the lab's corridors.

"Hey, Greg!" Nick exclaimed surprised as he walked up to him. "What are you doing here?"

"My shift starts in ten minutes," he replied rather bluntly.

"...I know that. We all just figured you'd stay home for a few days."

"I don't have a home at the moment," he replied with a smirk on his lips while walking inside the break room.

"You know what I meant. Are you sure you want to get back to work just like that?"

Greg sighed as he sat down. "She's dead. It's over. There's no need to dwell in the past, I guess..."

Mrs. Douglas had died on the way to the hospital due to the two gun wounds the undercover cop inflicted on her. Nick grabbed two coffee mugs out of the cabin. "Yeah but it was another traumatic experience for you... Don't you need some time away from... your life?"

Greg shook his head. "No, I actually think that's what would be bad for me at the moment. I need to get back to my life."

"You need the distraction?" Nick put one of the coffee mugs in front of Greg and sat down with the other one in his hand.

"It's not just that. I guess I got a little detached from, well, everything... in the last few weeks. I need to focus on what's important again."

"...And that would be?"

"Work." He smiled.

Nick rolled his eyes with a faint smile on his lips. "Sure. What could be more important than going through other people's trash, taking samples of their saliva and stuff like that?"

"You know you can make our work sound very unappealing." Greg got off of his seat to pour some milk into his coffee. "But that's my plan, you know? Focus on the work for a while, then see what happens." He had a hopeful smile on his face as he sipped from his coffee, looking forward to a more carefree future.

Three days later, Greg was finally allowed to start cleaning up his apartment after Mrs. Douglas paid Zachary Perry to mess it up. He had to pull a double at work and now, despite being really tired, wanted to start erase the signs of the break-in. He needed his apartment back as soon as possible, he was tired of sleeping in a hotel.

When he arrived there he saw that the door was wide open. Noise was coming out of his apartment. He walked in slowly with his cell phone in his hand, getting ready to call for backup. He found the silhouette he saw walking around in his bedroom to be his boss. "...Russell?"

"Greg. What are you doing here?" Russell walked up to him with a smile.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. You almost scared me to death."

"Sorry," Nick said, walking up behind him. "We thought you'd head straight to the hotel after your double shift."

Greg looked around confused. Sara was there, as well, greeting him with a hug. "What happened in here?" The place looked much better than what Greg had seen on the photos the CSIs took. "You didn't... Did you... Did you guys do that?"

Nick patted him joyfully on the back. "We wanted to surprise you. Russell gave you the double shift today so that we could work in here."

"Oh guys... You shouldn't have. I just came here to clean it up myself."

"Don't worry, Greg. We know your standards of a clean apartment. It's actually not that much work to achieve it," Sara said teasing.

Greg flashed them all a big, thankful smile as he rolled up his sleeves. "Alright. Where can I help?"

Ende.