A/N: Whooooaaaa.. A bit long for an update. Well summer's finally here, and now I have all the free time I want to continue updating my stories (yay)! Hmm I think this is probably one of those rare stories about Greg and Nick that is a romance story, but is not between them (naww it's the only one :P) This is my first CSI fanfic, be nice dudes.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. However, I DO have pictures of Greg and Eric Szmanda. THOSE are mine :D
Chapter 1: Victim
Greg looked miserably at the dead body in front of him. Stab wounds and huge bruises ran down the victim's body. A pool of blood surrounded it, accompanied by the blood splatters on the motel walls. A telephone cord was wrung around the victim's neck. Great. Another brutal murder.
"Greg? You OK?" Nick punched Greg softly on the shoulder. Greg slapped on his gloves. "Never been better." Was his mere reply. He squatted down beside the corpse. "Looks like it was a slice n' dice." Greg continued. Noticing something white in the victim's breast pocket, and picked it up with the tweezers. "A business card." Nick commented. Greg read the fine text on the card. "Roy Spearman. Insurance Broker." he read. "Well, we've got an identity, that should help." said Nick, pulling on his gloves. "Let's get started." he continued.
A couple of what seemed like hours passed. Grimly, Greg used a cotton swab to take a sample of something that looked like dirt from the victim's fingernails. Behind him, Nick was taking pictures of the crime scene. "Heh, isn't that funny… This guy must be living off the Benjamin's instead of this broken down motel room." said Nick. Greg shrugged. "Maybe he was at a meeting which went awry." he suggested.
Nick then crossed his arms. "You seem depressed." he assumed. Greg looked up at him. "What makes you say that?" he asked. Nick continued taking photographs, talking as he worked. "Well, you're much quieter than usual, and you have your iPod out a lot more often." he started. Greg sighed. Alright, might as well spill the beans.." He put the cotton swab in a container. "I broke up with my girlfriend two days ago." Greg admitted. Nick shook his head sympathetically. "Ouch, what happened?" he asked. Greg shrugged again. "She wanted to be more… committed. But I felt that we weren't ready yet, and she got upset." Greg explained. "Didn't feel ready? What do you mean?" Nick questioned. He took a picture of blood drops on the wall. "Actually… the reason's a bit off balance to the reason I told her. Madison was getting a bit too pushy and she was moving at a pace I couldn't keep up with in our relationship." Greg continued. "And the result…" said Nick. Greg stood up. "I wasn't in love with her anymore." he answered.
Suddenly, Nick's cell phone rang. He took off one of his gloves and answered it. "Stokes." he replied formally. There was a long pause, then Nick cursed. "Shit I forgot! Hold on, I'm on my way!" he said frantically. Nick closed his cell phone, and took off his other glove. "I gotta go pick up my kid sister at the airport. She can get mad pretty easily. Do you mind?" he asked Greg. Greg put his hand on his side. "I could pick her up for you. You can continue the case. Besides, you'd do better than me." Greg offered. Nick sighed. "I dunno… Like I said, she's got a short temper, and I'm supposed to show her around the crime lab. She's the new CSI." Nick contemplated. "She's the new CSI?" Greg asked. Nick ignored his question, and checked his watch, groaning. "OK, you can go and pick her up. Her flight number is 138, from California. Her name's Kirsten, and she's usually wearing a Hang Ten shirt. Got that?" Nick asked. Greg nodded, and gave Nick his tool kit. As he walked away, Nick shouted something out to him. "Oh and by the way, Kirsten's only two years younger than you, so play it safe around her, if you know what I mean!" Nick warned. Greg smirked, and shook his head. "Temptation at my state? Yeah right!" he replied.
Greg pulled out the car keys to the van, and unlocked the van. He climbed in and started the engine. "Here we go…" he said to himself, and drove off.