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Author: Weisy
Title: One of These Days (2/?)
Summary: Sometimes people fall out of love.
Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don’t own them.
A/N: Okay, this story is kind of going in it’s own direction so it may not be so heart wrenching in couple of chapters because I realized that this may become a series. And this chapter really doesn’t involve much angst but it takes off where the other one left off.
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One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
Waiting to find a way back to you
Cause that's where I'm home

Greg knew the note was ‘old-school’ and pathetic but what else was he suppose to do? He just didn’t know how to tell Nick how he felt when he wasn’t even sure with himself. Over the past weeks he and Nick had been spending less time together and that meant that hardcore sex was out of the question.

Both were tired from at the end of their shifts but then again, that never stopped Greg before.

Sighing, the younger man entered the locker room and tugged on his lock until it unlocked and he swung the door open. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up before placing his iPod inside as well. Greg then rested his head against the cool metal and inhaled and exhaled deeply. He needed to clear his thoughts of Nick, forget about him completely.

It was the only type of solution Greg could come up with at the time.

“Hey.”

Greg peeled his head off of his locker and looked over to see Sara leaning up against the locker room doorframe, arms crossed, looking at him. Under her arm was a case file.

“Hi.” He said, as he kicked his locker shut and hoped she wouldn’t question the odd way he had just been sitting before she walked in on him.

“You okay?” She asked, leaving her spot and soon joining him on the bench. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” He lied, avoiding eye contact with her.

She stared at him and resisted the urge to press further conversation. Instead, she pulled the case file out from under her arm and handed it to him. “Here. Grissom wants to the two of us to work on this one.”

He took the case file from her and opened it. “Suicide?”

“That’s what they are saying it is but Grissom told us to check it out anyway. Brass even mentioned that something didn’t seem right.”

“Well,” he said flipping through the earlier crime scene photos, “I guess we’ll never know unless we get there.”

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“Hey Nicky, over here,” Catherine waved, as Nick had almost passed her office on the way to the break room.

A little confused, Nick turned around and made his way inside her office. It still felt weird to walk into Catherine’s office, probably because of how different hers and Grissom’s were. “What’s up?” He asked, as she motioned for him to take a seat.

“Ecklie,” she said, as she sat down in her seat and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, “he read over your case.”

“The arson one?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“He wanted me to tell you if I saw you, that he needs to have a word with you.”

Nick was confused. “So why did you pull me in here?”

She shifted in her seat. “I think he has something up his sleeve and I just wanted to aware you of it.”

“Don’t worry about it. I bet he talked to Warrick about his case earlier.”

“No, he wants to talk to you.”

“But Warrick and I both did that case.”

“I know that and that’s why I think something is up so watch your back, okay?”

“Sure,” he said, getting up from his seat, “but don’t worry about it. I’ll just go talk to him and see what he has to say.”

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Greg and Sara arrived at the crime scene twenty minutes later only to be greeted by one cop and Detective Brass. He had explained to them that there was a new witness and she had leaked out some information to the police and they believe that re-visiting the crime scene would be a good idea.

“This is where they found the victim.” Brass told them as he led Greg and Sara into the victim’s bedroom. “They found her on her floor with a knife next to her. There were also some type of pain killer pills found and her journal.”

“What did she write in the journal?” Sara asked as she pulled out her flashlight and walked over to where the victim had once laid.

“Boys, parents, friends oh and she also mentioned a lot on how she thought that the whole world hated her.” Brass said as he joined Sara who was shining the flashlight across the carpet.

“In the pictures the journal was found on her dresser right?”

Brass nodded.

“Who worked this case before?” Greg asked from the closet.

“Some day shift CSI.”

“And they ruled it out as suicide?” Sara this time asked, mostly to herself, as she snapped on her latex gloves. “Well,” she looked around, “at this point I think they’re right.”

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