Greg was still outside when Nick heard him called forward for the court to hear his testimony.

Nick closed his eyes and held his breath. He'd only seen Greg from a distance. He was about to pass right in front of Nick and the other CSI.

He balled his ring hand into a fist as the door was eased open. He felt Sara put her hand on his and it slacked as he turned to her. She shook her head. "You're hopeless."

He just smiled and looked to the door.

The rhythmic "thump thump thump" was as if someone was walking with crutches. It was steady and unchanged as the crutches came in first and then Greg swung in behind them. He was wearing the tie Nick loved to see him wear. It's magnificent blue was such a rich tone against the white shirt and black suit. His shoe was shinned and he wore his pride on his sleeve as he moved passed them.

His nurse was following nearby to make sure he got to the stand. Once he was close enough, she exited through the same door they'd come in.

Nick had to bite his lip as he watched Greg struggle to stand for the oath. When Greg agreed, he kind of fell into the chair. He set the crutches near him and folded his hands neatly on his lap to wait for the first questions.

"Mr. Sanders, can you tell me what your connection to the convicted subjects is?"

He shook his head. "We were neighbors for a bit. I kind of had a relationship thing going on and off with Ivan. About the time we started having problems I was starting my new job at the Crime Lab." He looked down at his hands when he sad the next bit. "None of my friends saw the bruises he left. I guess I can hide it pretty well. Even from my parents. But I finally broke it off. You know, reaching your breaking point and all." He took a deep breath. "His mom I thought was his daughter. She and I would sit at the bus stop before she'd head off to work. We'd talk about all kinds of things. I guess I just kind of forgot to look into her."

"So, you were thinking of stalking her?"

"In a sense. But I never followed through." Greg readjusted himself in his chair. He was avoiding looking at the team. It was clear that he wasn't set to see them again and Nick had to crush his hopes he'd see Greg smile again.

The lawyer stood up. "Can you tell me what these are?" She laid photos along the counter and Greg looked down at his hands.

"Pictures."

"Can you be specific?"

"Pictures of people."

"Of who? Try to be precise."

Greg took a deep breath and looked up. A fire spit out his soul and he smiled. "Pictures of people who are people. They do interesting things and sometimes a snapshot takes a better memory than the human eye. Isn't that why we take photos of happy times? Why can't I? I asked most of them first."

"Most of them?" she repeated.

"How do you ask sleeping people to take pictures of sleeping people? Besides, I work with them. I doubt that's stalking."

"But these photos were taken of Ivan and Alexis, correct?"

"Objection!" the CSI lawyer yelled, standing up. "What's wrong with a hobby? He's just doing something to pass the time."

"Noted. Anything else?"

She smiled at Greg. "Is it true that you stalked one of your co-workers?"

Greg shrugged. "I didn't exactly stalk him. Hodges tends to leave a trail. It's not hard to follow when people are looking for him or reasons why he vanishes. All I found out was he snacks in the bathroom."

Nick had to bit his lip to force down the smile. So like Greg to make it obvious and really redundant when questioned.

She collected the photos and tapped them back into order. "Tell me, Mr. Sanders, is it true you have feelings for a CSI?"

Greg shrugged. "Like what?"

She smiled eerily. "Let me rephrase." She took a step towards the jury. "You have a crush on a CSI?"

Nick felt the intake and felt Sara grip his wrist pretty hard.

"Like..." Greg suddenly did his old thing. He closed his eye and tapped his finger on his knee before he opened his eyes. "Oh! You mean like I want to kiss them!"

A chuckle escaped the court room.

"If that's the case, yes. Two of them. No, wait, three of them. All of whom have shot me down."

"Would that not compromise you at work?"

Greg suddenly looked right at the side of her head. "Don't you ever worry about your family while you're at work? Doesn't that count as being distracted? What if you got a call your grandmother was suddenly in a coma? Me, I never got distracted. After the job was done, I'd stare or ponder by myself. I don't act on them. There's a difference." He suddenly lifted his crutch and poked her arm. "Can I see the pictures again?"

"Certainly."

She laid them in front of Greg and he held up one. It was of Sara and Grissom. "Who doesn't know about them? I got this from the Christmas party in 2,004." He tossed it to the floor and picked up another. "This is my old neighbor. She passed away in the hospital this morning. Her name was Jane and she had the epiphany of cat love. Her house was filled with cat memorabilia. She doesn't know who she is, but she's got Cat Woman things, too." He let it fall and picked up the one of Ivan. "I took this when Ivan was playing a video game at his house. He was winning and I snapped the shot when he hit with the final blow. He was playing Mortal Combat. He knocked my elbow up pretty good for that." He let it fall and picked up another one. "This was taken at Alexis' birthday party at the Monte Carlo last year. The same year I took the photos of Jane and Ivan. They're in the background, about to drench us and nearly hit my phone. She wore a blue dress." He let it fall and picked up the last one and didn't even look at it. He showed it to the courtroom at large. "This photo is the only photo I regret taking."

Warwick was smiling back at everyone holding a silver present.

"I took this when he was about to hand his best friend Nick his Christmas present. I asked to take his picture because Grissom needed an excuse to stall Warwick just a moment longer. We were trying to stall so Nick would be surprised when the Secret Santa went off with the gift exchange."

Greg let that fall to the floor before he sat back. "That was taken just months before his untimely death." He clasped his hands and settled into his chair. "Any other questions about my hobby? I have a bad memory and photos help me remember faces and names, you know." Greg's dark eyes fluttered with a blink as he smiled crudely at her.

Nick looked at the pile of photos. By a miracle, Warwick's photo had landed upwards. He was smiling at the ceiling in that frozen moment for an eternity. Nick had to bite his knuckle, remembering who he'd told about his wrong crush.