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"Hey Greg," Hodges and Henry walked into the evidence room Greg was processing evidence in.

"Yeah?" he replied without looking up.

"I dropped a petri dish," Hodges said with a big grin on his face.

Greg looked up confused. "...So? You know where the broom is."

"'Course I do, but... I could really use a shoulder to cry on right now..." Hodges said while making fake sobbing noise. Henry couldn't resist his urge to laugh anymore.

Greg gave them both an annoyed look. "Get out of here."

"What, you won't hold me? Would you like it if I put on a uniform?"

"Okay, now it's just getting kinky. Out, now!" He threw a glove at them.

They dodged and left laughing.

"You dropped something," Nick said with a smile on his face, picking up the glove.

"Thanks..."

"They were making fun of you, didn't they?"

"Yeah..." Greg sighed. "I have no idea who even told them about it."

"...I did."

"...What? Why?" Greg had a rather angry look on his face.

"...'Cause it's funny."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Thanks a lot."

"Come on," Nick walked up to him with a smile on his face. "It is funny. He totally lost it."

"Because he's claustrophobic. You of all people should know how that feels like."

"I think I've overcome it. Nothing could be worse than being trapped inside some small space with that guy!" Nick laughed.

Greg rolled his eyes. "He's alright..."

"Come on, I've seen your face around him. You can't stand him, either."

He shook his head. "No, that's not it. It's just..."

"What?"

"I know it sounds weird but... I sometimes wonder if his... feelings towards me are more than just... God, I can't even say it out loud, it's ridiculous!"

Nick gave him a look. "You can't be serious."

"Forget I said anything, I... I don't know, he confuses me."

"Greg. You're not serious, right? It's THAT obvious, yet you still only WONDER?"

Greg looked confused. "You notice that, too? ...It's not just me?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "I even asked him in the elevator about it, he got angry when I suggested he might obsess about you."

"...You did WHAT?" Greg asked outraged. Then, he got nosy. "...What did he say?"

He laughed. "Well he obviously didn't want to talk about it."

"What made you think that?" Greg asked insecure.

"Well at first I wasn't sure. But when he tried to pick up a fight it became quite obvious."

"...A fight?"

Nick nodded.

"Oh god, what am I suppose to do about it? You don't think he kind of... you know?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. He absolutely adores you!"

On this Saturday night, Greg drove up to a crime scene. He didn't even get time to stop his car when officer Spencer opened his door. "Hey! I didn't know you'd be on the case!" he said joyful.

"Yeah... I'm actually filling in for Russell. This was supposed to be my night off," he replied with a rather wary look on his face. He was still unsure about Spencer's intentions – if he had any at all or not. He wasn't sure why he was so uberfriendly to him all the time. He hoped he just wanted to be friends, but the fact that Nick sensed that there could me more to it, he became more and more insecure.

"I see. Well, good for us, huh?" He patted him on the back.

"Where is everybody? I thought this was a murder scene."

"Not exactly. Come on." He lead Greg into a rather creepy-looking house. "It's up for sale, we're trying to get a hold of the owner."

"Not exactly? What happened in here, then?" They were walking through the hallway. Blood spatter was on every wall.

"Well, we got a call from one of the neighbors, saying they heard shots being fired in here. When we arrived, we found this..." They walked into a bedroom. Blood was everywhere, but there was no body to be seen.

"Wow. That's a lot of blood."

"We're pretty sure someone got murdered in here, but we have no body. But with that amount of blood..."

"Well, if all of this blood belongs to one person it's safe to say he or she is dead..."

"But that's not it, come on," Spencer said, walking out of the room. Greg followed. While walking through another hallway in that huge house, Spencer suddenly stopped.

Greg almost bumped into him. "Wha...?"

Before he could finish, Spencer turned around to him, pressed him against the wall and put his hand on Greg's mouth.

He instinctively tried to fight the officer off.

"Ssssssht!" Spencer said, using more force so that Greg would stop fighting back. He did, but looked at Spencer rather fearful. "Did you hear that?" Spencer asked, slowly getting his hand off of Greg's mouth.

"What the hell, man, you..."

"Sssssssssssht!" Spencer said again, putting his finger on Greg's mouth. "Quiet. I think someone's in here..."

Greg didn't hear anything. He quickly reached to where his gun normally was, just to remind himself he didn't carry one today. He damned himself for being careless enough not to carry one to a murder scene, but these scenes usually were the safe ones, with police officers standing around everywhere and the bad guys usually not sticking around but getting the hell out of there as quick as possible. He figured he didn't need one, but now he wasn't so sure. He wasn't even sure why he thought he needed a gun right now – to protect himself from a possible suspect at the scene or from officer Spencer. He was still pressing Greg against the wall, after all.

Finally, Spencer let go of Greg and turned around again. He pulled his gun out and tried to tell Greg with his hands to be quiet and follow him. "I think the noise is coming from this direction..." he whispered to Greg. They walked towards the door to the basement. "You hear that?" he whispered.

"No..." he replied low-keyed. He honestly didn't hear anything and was starting to wonder if Spencer heard anything or not. He tried to tell himself not to be paranoid, but it didn't help. He kept wondering.

Spencer opened the door and started walking down the stairs. Greg wasn't sure it was such a good idea to go down there, but he didn't really have a choice. He needed to trust Spencer right now. His life could depend on it. Spencer looked through the basement, with Greg sticking close behind him with every step he took. "All clear..." Spencer said quietly.

Greg sighed relieved. "Back to work th..."

Again, he was being pushed against the wall and Spencer put his hand over his mouth. And again, Greg tried to fight the officer off.

"Shhhht! Stop that!" Spencer whispered to him.

Greg calmed down, but still tried to push Spencer away from him.

"Wait!" Spencer said, "I heard someone! They're upstairs!" He put his hand off of Greg's mouth.

"You got to be kidding me... I didn't hear anything, like I didn't hear anything the first time." Greg was getting annoyed. Even if Spencer did hear something, there's other ways to let him know. "Let go of me, will you?"

Spencer gave Greg a look that, Greg thought, was a disappointed and sad one. He let go of him. "Where's your gun?"

"I'm not carrying today. I didn't think I needed one."

Spencer's mood seemed to change. A few minutes ago, he didn't care about Greg's gun. Now he asked about it. A few minutes ago, despite being tense, trying to find a possible suspect in the house, he was still being as nice and warmhearted as usual. Now, he appeared rather cold. "Let's get back upstairs... Be careful," he said. He went upstairs. All the way downstairs he made sure to stick close to Greg. Right now, he seemed to make sure there was at least one or two feet between them. Spencer walked through every single room in this huge house to clear it. They were just walking into the kitchen, the last room in the first floor. "Clear," he whispered to Greg.

He sighed relieved. "Alright... We should get to work, then." He walked into the room the blood was found in. Spencer followed him.