Greg was smiling at her when she stood up with the photos again. She went back to the table and set the photos down and picked up a tape recorder. "Mr. Sanders, I have something that was drawn from your computer. I need you to tell the courtroom what you hear."

Greg's smile was frozen and he chuckled. "Sure. If you think you can beat me with words."

She didn't respond, just flipped the play button.

"Greg! Greg, come back here!"

Heavy breathing.

"I said get your-!"

"No!"

"Did you just say 'no' to me? You need to answer for what you did, you prick!"

"I didn't do anything!" Heavy breathing.

She hit the pause.

Greg laughed and then cleared his throat. "I was being chased by Ivan. He was mad because I'd accidentally bumped him."

"I'm asking you to tell me what you just heard."

Greg leaned forward to the mic. "I heard what you heard. You heard Ivan being mad. But that's selective hearing. Play the whole tape for the courtroom, lawyer. I'm sure you don't want to because it compromises your case." He leaned back, his glare dark. "That recording was taken by my phone. There's no video to it. I bumped it when I'd jumped over his fence to get away."

"And why were you running?"

"Like I said, Miss Selective-Hearing, I was running away because I'd bumped Ivan and he didn't like that I'd bumped him."

"Into what, exactly?"

Greg was about to answer when he coughed. He quickly got out his handkerchief.

"Should I call in your nurse?" the judge asked.

Nick was gripping his armrest.

Greg shook his head. "It's just mucus. I'll be okay." He looked up at her. "I was trying to get out of the kitchen and had bumped him closer to the fridge. He didn't hit anything, but I still apologized." He pointed to his left shoulder. "There's a medical statement that coincides with his then knocking me with a toaster."

She shook her head. "No further questions at this time, sir."

Greg's eyes suddenly darted to the CSIs and then back to his clasped hands.

Greg could feel his heart closing off with every tick of the clock. The blood on the handkerchief was the first sign. His nurse had told him not to strain to raise his blood pressure. But the truth was forcing it's way to the surface.

If he died here, that was all he wanted. Just die and get it over with. Make it last just long enough to make his goodbyes stick.

"Mr. Sanders, you claimed that you can't remember people without pictures, correct?"

"Yes." He looked up.

"And is it also true that it took you more than five months to remember who was who in your lab?"

"Again, yes."

He approached Greg. He placed a piece of paper in front of Greg. "Is it true that this was left on your door this morning?"

Greg looked down at his hands. "Yes."

The lawyer turned to the courtroom and held up the paper. "Mr. Sanders is being evicted from his residence. The reason is, as quotes, 'because you have failed to meet the requirements for a clean home as well as being neighborly towards your fellow peers in your vicinity.' He's being evicted because of complaints filed against him because of the fear his neighbors posses from Mr. and Miss Greene. He's not a bad guy, are you?"

Greg shrugged. "I never thought I was."

"Now, Mr. Sanders, you said you've been shot down for your passes at your co-workers. Care to share?"

Greg looked into the extreme hazel eyes and nodded. "Yes. I don't care anymore." He looked at them, never moving his head. "I first liked Mandy. She's a forensic fingerprint expert and a lab rat like myself. The second was Sara. She's a field expert in forensics. The last was Nick. He's also a field forensic scientist."

"And how did they reject you?"

"Well, Nick did it to my face. Brave of him." Greg wasn't looking at them anymore. His eyes were on the jury. "Mandy was the coldest and sent me a text. Sara was more gentle and let me down easy." He looked down at his hands. "I've never had a romantic relationship with any co-worker that would put my work life in jeopardy like that."

"So, isn't it true that you've had your fill of crushes at work?"

"Well, not fully. It's okay to look but not touch." Greg slowly lifted something out of his pocket. It was a locker key. "I never used my locker until I became a CSI for the field. Up until then, I had just looked at the girls. I realized there was more promise for me to find a guy. This key was the thing that made me look but never touch. It's something I've grown used to and always use."

"Meaning?"

Greg set the key on the counter between him and the courtroom. "Meaning I've learned not to get too attached to any one person at work. They'll just stab you in the back if you're not careful."

Nick felt the knife and he pulled away from Sara's grasp to touch his chest where his heart throbbed with a bleeding hole. Greg had aimed that right at him and had pummeled a huge hole right through him.