(A/N: i realize this fan fic is contradictory to life... i kinda made up the physical part of peter pan... yeah, i realize that... it's all in good story fun =D oh, and nickygirl, he's the lo-down... greg's not dead... i can't kill off my fav lab rat =D)

Nick was the one to ring the doorbell.

"Just a minute!"

When the door opened, Nick was staring into familiar eyes. They reminded him of Julie at Greg's bedside.

"Can I help you?"

"I have a warrant to search your house." Catherine was going to step through when Ivan pulled the door shut.

Nick's flat palm hit the door. "We're coming in."

Ivan didn't respond he just held up a finger. "I need to get my shoes out from behind the door. I wasn't going to lock her out." He moved the door again and started tossing mismatching boots and shoes out from behind the door. He opened it fully. "Come in."

Nick handed Ivan the warrant as he passed by. He made his way into the kitchen at the back of the house as Catherine started with the living room.

Nick noticed, the moment he stepped into the kitchen, it was spotless. The trash was full of garbage from fast food places and the dishes were neatly placed in the drying rack, despite there being a dishwasher. Nick thought it was strange, but still leaned down and scooped up the trash can.

"Mr. Greene, do you know a Greg Sanders?"

Ivan looked lost and then shrugged. "I don't know who that is."

Nick had the sneaking suspicion that Ivan knew but didn't say anything. "Sir, do you eat take-out often?"

"Yeah. And since I live with my daughter, we don't usually take out trash for a week."

Nick nodded and looked around. "Mind if I go into you back room?"

"Sure." Ivan's voice sounded a bit unnerved by that comment from Nick.

Nick pulled out his flashlight and pushed the back door open to the first bedroom.

It was decorated like a teenage girl's bedroom. The next room looked like an office space with two computers and a laptop collecting dust near the door.

The third door was locked with a deadbolt. Nick took note of that and looked around. The only other door was a bathroom.

"Sir, do you always deadbolt your door?"

Ivan shook his head. "I have no idea what that's for."

Nick was about to ask something else when-

"HEY!"

Catherine hit the wall as Ivan made a run for it.

"Damn," Nick hissed as he ran down the hall and out to the street. "Hey..."

Sara was holding a plank of wood and Ivan was on the ground, wreathing in pain as he clutched his face. "Hey. I came to give you some good news."

"Which would be?"

"Greg's stabilized and was moved to the ICU to start his recovery. Oh, and he was awake for a short time." Sara gave Nick a little smile before she put the plank of wood down. "He was worried you were hurt or something since you weren't there."

Nick felt the flutter that had nothing to do with his running Ivan out the door.

"Nikki!"

"Sara got him, Catherine." Nick gave Catherine a gesture to the handcuffed Ivan on the grass.