Stalker

Summary: He never thought about it before, but he kept seeing the same person almost everywhere he went. It finally came to him, he was being stalked. What will Greg do when he's faced with the similar troubles Nick had?

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I will tell you, this is based off a true story. I was stalking Eric Szmanda and I got caught. Poop. We would have married. Hmph.

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All Nick could see in the hallway was a tall, skinny figure rushing toward him. The young man coming towards him stopped and started panting.

He had red, blonde and brown spikey hair. His eyes were chocolate brown and his skin was a nice tone of tan.

Nick smiled to himself and patted the young man on the back.

"Nice haircut, Greggo," he laughed with a smile.

Greg took a deep breath.

"Thanks. Warrick...said...he...needed...you...right...now. Suspect...motive...I don't know! Just...go," Greg panted.

"Why thank you, G. Why are you...panting?"

"Running from that new labtech's daughter...dude. She's like...stalking me."

"Mhm."

Nick shook his head, grinned and walked off.

"He never believes me," Greg murmered to himself.

Greg whimpered as someone roughly brushed past him. He turned and ran infront of the person.

"Need something?" asked Greg as he crossed his arms.

"No. It looks like you do though. I think it's therapy. Get away from me."

Greg opened his mouth in shock and didn't move.

"You totally just shoved me!"

"Gee, so sorry, not."

The man once again pushed past Greg, but this time Greg noticed something. Once the guy got down the hall he yelled.

"Don't be feeling up my ass either! Damn!"

"Mr. Sanders, is something wrong?" asked a cold voice behind him.

Greg turned to face it.

"Ecklie...no. Everything's just fine."

"So you just randomly yell at CSIs from foreign states?"

"Huh?"

"That would be Mr. Schlosser. He's here to finish up a case. A replica of a crime in Chicago occured here."

Greg stared at his shoes.

"Well, he's pretty rude."

"He's a very highly respected man. You will also respect him. You do, or you say 'goodbye' to lab for a couple of weeks."

"Heh, yeah, okay, whatever."

"Go home, Greg."

"Already clocked-out. I forgot my wallet."

Greg smiled and grabbed the chain on his pants where his wallet was connected. Ecklie merely rolled his eyes and walked off.

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Greg opened his eyes as he searched for a remote control on his bedside table. He yawned as his hand finally grasped the plastic. The remote was aimed at a stereo and seconds later, loud music started booming through the speakers.

He smiled as he got out of bed and turned on his shower. Today was his day off so he was trying to find something to do.

After he was clean and he fixed his hair, he walked into his living room and collapsed on the couch. He then reached down to grab a hold of his laptop and he opened it up.

Once he logged into his e-mail he searched through what was relevant and what was junk mail. His eyes landed on an e-mail from an old friend.

He opened and realized it was just a link to a pointless website. Bored, Greg decided to click on it.

"Find Out Who's Tracking Your Myspace!" read the top of the screen. Greg laughed to himself and copied the code. Once he opened a new window he logged into his myspace. He pasted the code and waited. He didn't expect anyone to look on it. Greg never even used his myspace anymore really. He clicked on the link to find out who was tracking it. Someone from Chicago. Another person from Chicago. It was the same person. The list went on and on. This person had been viewing his profile for days, weeks, maybe even months.

Greg rolled his eyes and walked off.

"It's probably just a hoax or something," he murmered to himself.

Nothing to worry about of course. This person probably wasn't even real, right?

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A/N: So here's the new story. Happy? Cause you should be. Haa, just kidding. Enjoy and REVIEW! Please. Sorry if there's some spelling errors, my spellcheck doesn't work.