Thanks for reading! I've put more thought into it and it's set after Grissom leaves so while it will be mild with the GSR and CWR (mostly in flashbacks) it'll mostly be the third 'ship. Which I've finally settled on as N/G. It'll be mostly N/G with some mild triangle like situations.

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Half Past Now

"Lizzy," Greg said slowly, he shifted his gaze and looked her in the eye. "Okay, I'll do something."

Greg pulled his cell phone out and made a call, spoke quietly for a moment, and then closed his phone. He chewed his lip slowly and then put a gentle hand on Liz's forearm, gesturing for her to have a seat again. When she'd complied he nodded to Nick that he'd like a moment with him and the two stepped out of earshot for a conversation.

"What's going on Greg?" Nick asked, concerned and a little annoyed. "Who is that? And who did you just call?"

"I called Catherine and Liz is an old friend of mine," Greg gave the obvious answer. He put a hand on the side of Nick's neck, "You should go home, I'm gonna stay here and make sure Liz gets taken care of before I go. I'll catch up with you."

"I could stay," Nick offered. "I could help with something, take a ride and talk to some people? Play with the kids? You shouldn't miss a day's sleep over this alone."

"That's the dumbest logic I've heard all week," Greg chuckled. "Go home, walk the dog, and get some rest. I promise I'll be in bed in two hours tops."

"Okay," Nick agreed slowly. "I'll see you later then?" Greg nodded and smiled slowly. Nick shook his head and moved towards the door, "Let me know if I can help?"

"I will," Greg promised and then waved. A moment later he heard the click of Catherine's high heels and approached her slowly. "Thanks for coming down, Catherine."

"Sure Greg," she said through a yawn. "I was still finishing up some paperwork anyway. What do you need?"

Greg gestured to his friend who sat across the room, three small blond children pawing at her, "Lady over there with the kids is a friend of mine. Her name is Elizabeth Geller and she says her husband didn't come home last night, she's really upset about it. You think you could pull some strings and try to get someone to file a police report with her? I know it's premature but..."

"You know this woman Greg," Catherine said carefully. "Is she the kind of person who gets upset about things and blows them out of proportion? Are we going to be setting a precedent that the LVPD is going to hold her hand through a bunch of tantrums if we give her special treatment?"

"Oh," Greg was thoughtful for a moment. "No, no she's not like that. I've never seen her this upset before."

"Okay, well we're short handed so you'll have to file the report yourself," she warned him. "But I'll talk Brass into giving us a couple of guys to check it out."

Greg shrugged and offered Catherine a sheepish grin, "I'm off the clock and you said I can't have any more overtime till next month."

"Okay," Catherine rolled her eyes the same way he'd seen her daughter Lindsey roll hers a few days ago when she'd come down to the lab. "I'll take care of it but you owe me!"

"I always do!" He smiled again. And made his way back over to his friend's side. "Thanks Catherine."