-Catherine-

"You beeped?"

Archie nodded and held up Greg's phone. "I've got something all of you need to hear."

Catherine took note of the whole gang, even Doc Robbins. "What is it?"

Archie struck the keys and a video came up.

"Hey! Guess who?" Greg called from the video.

He paused and took a deep breath. "Since I know something's bound to happen, this video was encrypted with a program Archie can definitively crack. If he doesn't, fire him." Greg smiled brightly. "So, I'm sure you're wondering. Okay, first off, Doc, I know you're squinting, put your glasses on. Catherine, uncross your arms and be open to this. Oh! And Sara, don't laugh."

Everyone took notice. Doc Robbins quickly put his glasses on and Catherine dropped her arms. Sara covered her mouth to stop from laughing out loud at how accurate Greg was.

Greg cleared his throat. "This is my house." Greg was walking up the same driveway and everything. "This is where I live half the time." He showed them around to rooms they'd been to before. When he came to the laundry room he paused. "Oh, shoot, I gotta buy some detergent. Ah, well, moving on."

Greg's room looked exactly the same.

"Welcome to my cave. Where I write my strange books and learn things that I probably shouldn't absorb before work. Take notice, I have no window." Greg lifted a huge slab of photos. There was a single photo on the window pane. "Ack, didn't see that." Greg had yanked the photo out of the way. "See? Window."

There was black static for a moment and then it cut to Greg outside in the backyard, where Sara had found the unusual things.

"So, this is the backyard. Yes, I know, bones and old wood and a broken tire swing and a bit of a truck. It's not real bones." Greg picked one up and actually bent it. "Plastic," he said as it rebounded. "My mom's dogs come over sometimes."

There was some more black static and Greg's face came back on. "So, for the interesting part. This is how my family does their Last Will and Testament stuff. We do it so everyone understands. Chances are, if you're watching this and Archie has a hold of my phone, something's happened. So, here goes squat.

"Firstly, yes, I had a boyfriend. And a girlfriend. The boyfriend's name is Ivan Greene. Dunno what happened to him. Still, he's a good guy when you want to feel safe. The girlfriend is Yvonne Jones, a high school crush of mine. Both of them might be why you're watching this and I'm not stopping you.

"Second, in my house, I tend to be paranoid someone's going to break in, hence the two linked rooms and the fingerprint free place. You guys will probably find my fingers all over my bedroom, which I never clean. Oh, and I don't use my bathroom since Ivan broke the toilet. Don't ask how that one happened. I use my neighbor's bathroom in the morning. The neighbor's name is Jackson Heath and his wife is quite the perfect mother. Oh, and their two kids tend to throw water balloons at me in the morning, when I'm coming home and they're going to school.

"Thirdly, in my bedroom, I've got five boxes above my cloths in the closet. Two of them are my own, personal items that I don't use, sell, or touch. One of the boxes is stuff that I use for work. The last two are for the people looking for my body or trying to find out what happened. I used a computer label program to print up the labels. Oh! And this envelope has the key to my basement."

Greg paused and looked thoughtful. "It's under my closet. Though, it's just a cramped space. Don't send Nick down there. It's dark, like really dark, and kinda small.

"And lastly, Catherine, thanks for letting me be my own person and rise to the occasion. Sara, thanks for the laughs and the fun memories I'll keep. Archie, I'm sorry that you hacked my phone like this, but thanks for letting them hear me out. Doc, I hope you're getting on well, and I hope you don't have to cut me open anytime soon. Hodges, I still owe you one for letting me crash at your house when I locked myself out of my car and house, oh, and thanks for being such good competition in the lab. Henry, David, I had so much fun being one of the Wise Men with you on Christmas Eve that one year. Jim, keep up the good work and hold your head high, it does you good."

Greg closed his eyes and looked down. "Since everyone's here, I might as well say it out-right, huh?" He looked up again. This time, they saw his eyes soften and water just a bit. "Nick, um, just because you pick on me and laugh with me, doesn't make this okay. I know the last time we got close as friends, you pushed back and I couldn't hold on and you told me off, in a sense." He bit his lip and quickly rubbed his face before he went on. "So, if it's okay with you, I'd like you to know that I have the world's largest crush on you." He chuckled and leaned back.

He shook his head. "Oh, god almighty, I have a crush on you. I love it when you poke fun at things I do. I loved it when you said 'Greggo' to Catherine. God dang you. When you get hurt, I feel bad. I know you don't care, I know it doesn't matter, I know it compromises my work ethic, but what the hay? I don't think it matters."

He dropped his head and then straightened up. "After my attack in the alley that one night, it turns out that I've got a ten percent chance to survive another attack. So, chances are, I won't survive this case. If I do, I don't think I'm coming back to the lab. Sorry guys, I know, I know. I'm a pain in the rear, a real piece of work, a good friend, a dirt bag, a rival, heck, I'm even a punching bag sometimes. But it's all been worth the risk of life.

"Besides, this isn't the end. You better go get them. Whoever did this to me, I know you'll find them. You always do in the end." Greg smiled like his old self again. "Go get 'em guys. I'm rooting for you."

Archie let the last bit play. Greg was turning off the lights in his bedroom before it flickered off.

The dead silence was all too much. There was an inhale, but no exhale from any of them. Nick finally moved. He leaned against the wall, his right hand covering his eyes before sliding over his mouth.

Catherine turned to look at the Texan and she saw the little glimmer run down Nick's cheek. She reached out and patted his shoulder. "We'll do our best to get this guy."

"No," Nick whispered, hoarse from the silence. He pushed off the wall. "No... no, no, no, no. Catherine, we will get this guy." Nick walked out of the room, rushing down the halls.

Archie stood up and came to stand beside Catherine. "There's something else."

Catherine looked at Archie. "What more could there possibly be?"

"I didn't want to show Nick, not after what Greg said." Archie sat down and typed away at his keyboard. "You know the guy he mentioned? Ivan Greene?"

"Yeah, his ex. What about it?"

Archie pulled up some files. "I pulled up these files on Ivan. He's got quiet the rap sheet. He's been in and out of jail since he was eleven. Mostly for sexual assault on young teenagers. But his last one was for assault on his boyfriend." Archie opened the file. "Now, when I took a look at the file, I found these photos."

Greg's face was on all of the photos. It showed his torso with massive amounts of bruising along his abdomen. There was bruises on his upper legs and arms.

"The boyfriend, Greg, reported Ivan to the police. Ivan served his four years in prison and got out. And last year, he vanished off the map, along with his daughter, Melissa Greene." Archie pulled up the photo of Ivan, only to show them that Ivan was a blonde with amber eyes. "This is his mug shot. The police believe he changed his looks. All his tattoos would show off his rap sheet."

"I take it he had them removed?"

"Yup. That's what I'm guessing. I don't know what he looks like now, but we owe this one to Greg."

"Get me his last know address. I'm going to pay him a visit," Catherine said.

She marched out the door and followed Nick's path. She found him sitting on the curb outside the main doors. She stood behind him and listened to his tears.

"I know, I know, we've got work to do." Nick lowered his left arm from his face as he gave a little sniff.

Catherine knelt beside Nick. "Hey, don't be upset. We might have a lead."

Nick seemed to be off in his own world. "Catherine, did it ever feel lonely when you lost your husband?"

"Oh, yeah. You can't sleep on a broken heart." Catherine sat beside Nick. "Of all the people, I would've thought that Greg would've chosen wisely." She nudged Nick. "After all you've been through, I think someone like Greg would do your heart some good."

Nick shook his head and looked down. With a deep breath he looked at Catherine. "Of all the freaks in the world, I had to have the one with the problems, didn't I?" He smiled at her. "I actually like him." He covered his face and took a deep breath. "What can we do right now?"

"Visit the ex." Catherine's phone beeped and she checked the address. "Let's pay Mr. Greene a visit, shall we?"

Nick agreed, standing up.

-Sara-

She slowly opened the box that Greg had specified and found Greg's journals. They were dated by year on the outside.

Along with the journals, she found printed e-mails, check stubs, envelopes with birthday cards and the like, and then she found something out of the ordinary.

A shoe box. It was spray-painted black and had an orange spot on the top. It was somewhat heavy.

As Sara's hands pried it open, she thought it might be something like a personal piece of Greg.

And she was almost right.