(A/N: nom... sorry, yesterday i was playing League of Legends... and then i was working on a picture! D= i haven't forgotten you guys... i just forgot about me)

Greg was just settling down when the opposition got to her feet once more. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, his fingers strumming away against each other. Greg was going to have to make up for the attitude earlier.

"Mr. Sanders, I've got a good question for you."

He slowly raised his head before he opened those dark eyes of his. "Yes?"

"Since the beginning of the recess, I couldn't help but notice you've been badly injured. Are you, possible, not of a sound mind to be on the stage, per se?"

Greg smiled at her. "That depends. By 'badly injured', are you claiming you're worried about me?"

She gasped and then adjusted herself. "I'm simply saying, are you certain you can continue?"

Greg leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you questioning my sanity?"

"Yes, I am."

Greg's eyes had caught a lot of details about her and he leaned back. "If that's the question, can I explain, your grace?" he asked the judge.

The judge nodded.

He looked back at her and smiled. "In the CSI labs, we learn to examine everything. From fibers to cells to blood patterns." He chuckled before his eyes met her's with a steel stare made of the guts of hard work and knowing he was right. "You've got a stray gray hair you missed from your coloring this morning. Your left ear is pierced higher because the first hole seems to have missed the proper placing for a normal earring. You've got two dogs and one cat. Two Yorkies and a Tabby, if I'm not mistaken. You're wearing two inch heels with a silver buckle. Your stockings are annoying your knees from having to cross your legs. Also, one more thing, you've got a stray thread from your highly maintained suit on your right shoulder that you keep tucking away since a tailor hasn't seen you recently."

She gasped and stepped back. "You can't see my shoes from there!"

"I don't need to." Greg smiled. "You're taller than your torso suggests from your sitting pose. I take you as a matching person and you've got silver earrings and a silver wedding band, so, process of elimination suggests that you've got a thing for silver. Your lack of a silver belt tells me that your shoes have the sharp edges to complete the look." He smiled brightly at her. "Any other questions?"

She took a moment before she came to the stand to question him a little harsher. "Mr. Sanders, as of yesterday, you've been able to communicate with your fellow lab rats. Tell me, have you heard a response from them?"

Greg slowly looked at the judge. "Do I have to answer that one?"

She smiled at Greg. "This is in response to your locker key comment."

"Oh." Greg just smiled sadly. "They iced me out. Nobody from the Crime Lab's spoken to me in weeks. I don't know how much they actually care for me. No flowers or balloons or cards. From any of them."

She nodded. "Doesn't that stand to reason that that would send you into a state of unable to be all there?"

Greg shook his head. "I've been through a much worse icing than that. It's not like my life with them is being put on display for them." He smiled at her. "If my morals are in question, that's for when I die. As for how my sanity works, I do think that's entirely up to me to decide if I'm not capable of being here." Greg raised his hand and touched the bandaged eye as he breathed deep. "True, I'm not physically fit to be here, but there's an obligation I have that I need to fulfill before I can finally have a good night's sleep."

"And that would be?"

"Objection! Not relevant to the case, as Mr. Sanders has mentioned."

"Withdrawn." She turned back to Greg. "Then tell me about the evidence collected regarding your picture fetish?"

Greg's shoulders rose just a fraction before he smiled at her. "It's not really a fetish. If you want to know what get's me going, it's actually the sparkle of someone's eyes. The only thing similar is glitter. But again, why is my personal life being brought out? Fetish means something that causes an unnatural reaction from a person."

She shook her head. "Let me rephrase, tell the courtroom about your collection of photographs you have in your study at your suburban house. Tell us, why do you have them? And what did you use them for?"

Greg reached into his blazer's inner pocket. "Did you know that a photograph is actually us capturing light? It flashes it onto a piece of paper or into a digital file and then replays that moment of light for you?" He pulled out his phone and began to flip to a file. "My mind can't capture one specific face and match it to a specific voice to which normal people can attach a specific name." He handed her his phone. "This is what the photos do on a much larger scale for me."

She gasped.

Greg just sat back and let her take it to the jury. "It's not something normal people would see. But a digital photograph is made up of several small pixels. I created the photos on the wall, not in the order they were taken, but that image it makes. It reminds me that I'm just as human as anyone else. I could've easily gone down a darker path, but this was the one I've chosen."

When she came to the side of the court the CSI were on, she held it up.

It was mostly bright pictures, but darker pictures in the middle of the white spelled out CSI. It was bordered around the edges of the wall with photos of Greg's equipment, going down and across and up and across, from his first days up until the present time.

"They think the pictures have an order, but I put them in the way that I see them. They're the people that I've met and know have good lives or good in them. I'm not stalking anyone, heck, I'm not even sure that's considered stalking." He took his phone after a few seconds. "If you're wondering, each picture holds a moment in time I wish I could forget or not remember. Only the dark ones are memories I want to hold."

She sighed. "You're quite heart-felt, aren't you?"

He shrugged and pocketed his phone. "I'm a sucker for good stories." He smiled in his old-fashioned Greg style. The grin showed his teeth in a crooked line and the dimples on his face crinkled just so. His eyes were kind and he was really a good person shinning through the changes in his life.

Nick's heart suddenly took an explosive shot into his throat. That smile made him feel so much more than he should've for Greg...