Who are you 3/?

Rating: Possible R

Disclaimer: I only own what CSI and Jerry Bruckheimer don't.

Summary: Greg's been keeping a secret. But no one knows what it is.

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One year later:

Things hadn't changed much in a years time. Grissom was still graveyard shift supervisor, Catherine, his right hand and acting supervisor whenever Grissom was gone for long periods.

Warrick's attitude had improved and he stopped gambling, atleast at casinos. You can still find him making bets with the Texan on occasion.

Nick, though down a friend, had moved up in the ranks from a CSI level one to a CSI level two, as well as dating the new permanent DNA tech.

Sara, having tried for the level two position, resided to the fact it wasn't her time to move up. She had also been on a few dates, one of them a paramedic she had met working a case, but everything she did she couldn't wrap her mind around Greg's resignation/disappearance. She had done her own search for months, only to come up empty. Wherever he was he didn't want any of them to find out.

Letting out a sigh, she focused back on her work. She was so distracted she almost didn't hear her phone buzz. Lifting it up a questioning look crossed her features seeing, Archie Johnson, the labs A/V tech pop up on the screen, an unread message from him on the tiny screen. Opening the message, she shook her head, the case she had been working had no video evidence, scanning the words she shook her head once more.

'911. Need you in my office now.'

Abandoning her papers, she stepped out of the room, her interest in what Archie may have piquing.

Stepping up to the A/V lab she was shocked to find the whole graveyard shift squeezed into the small room.

"You got us all here Archie, what for?" Grissom asked, arms crossed across his chest.

"I called you all here to show you this." Finishing his sentence the younger man turned to his computer, typing a few words in the device, a video pulled up on the screen. Taking a deep breathe, he waited for the barrage of questions he knew would come.

"This is Carl Warnt of CNBC Nordic showing live coverage as Prime Minister elect Jorgen Sander is sworn into office."

The whole room drew a collective gasp seeing the man walk onto the screen.

"That's... that's Greg." Catherine stuttered, watching as Greg raised his hand, the other going to the bible.

"Gjore du Jorgen Sander love til opprett de mal idealer av de norsk mennesker sett videre av de styrende kropp." (Do you Jorgen Sander solemnly swear to uphold the goals and ideals of the Norwegian people set forth by the governing body?)

"Jeg hoytidelig sverge til gjore." (I solemnly swear so to do.)

Sara's eyes bulged, the Greg she knew disappeared behind a dark blue double breasted suit, his hair lightly spiked forward. Everything on him screamed neat... his whole demeanor was tight, he was well spoken and the whole package was downright sexy.

The ceremony wrapped quickly and the screen stayed on 'Greg' as he shook hands with the other governing heads before heading into his mansion, his handlers following just behind him.

"Did that just happen?" Nick stuttered, after a few moments of silence. "You didn't make this up Archie?"

"Hell no! Greg is just as much my friend as he is yours. I found this online... I'm just as shocked as you are." Seeing the group nod in understanding, he added. "But after I found this I did some research, Papa Olaf is legit, he was Prime Minister to Norway from 1938 to 1976, when i'm assuming Greg's father was elected, where he served until just recently. Apparently the Sander family has been enthralled in the Norrwegian political heirarchy for almost two centuries."

"How did we not see this?" Warrick growled, a frustrated sigh pulling from his lips.

A room full of investigators and no one saw this conclusion to finding their missing investigator.

"Well now that we know where and who Greg actually is... we need to get back to work." Grissom shook his head, watching his coworkers file from the room, before following himself.

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Two hours later found Sara replaying the video over and over again in the A/V lab. Studying the young man's features; from the squint of his eyes and slight pout at his lips when he was of all seriousness to the classic 'Greg Sanders' smile she knew so well.

"You're still here?" Archie asked as he stepped into his domain, shock covering his features.

Ignoring his comment, she sighed restarting the video over once more. "I just don't get it. He..."

"He's never acted like this?" Archie offered, nodding toward the screen.

"Well... no... but he was always so open... crazy... loud, not this."

"I think... at least from the research I've done, maybe it was a family obligation."

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The laugh that pulled from Sara's lips almost sounded hollow. "To run a country?"

"Hey I don't know how you grew up but I was destined to be a doctor... now look at me. I didn't follow my family... Greg isn't me, but he's obviously following the destiny set forth by his family."

"But still..."

"Do... do you like him?"

"I... I don't know."

R&R... I hope you like. Translation came from Google so forgive me if the translation comes out offensive in anyway.