Hey guys, thanks for the reviews

Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! I’m glad you like the story. Here’s the second chapter!

Chapter 2

The days following the decision to send Greg in undercover was filled with making arrangements with UNLV on Greg’s registration as Jacob Resh, a senior who was majoring in Forensic Science. The ideal victim. Good for the CSIs, bad for Greg. He had to be extremely cautious while attending. Both the school and the lab planned on sending Greg on the 1st of January. The start of a new year and a new student. On December 31st, the entire team held a “Good Luck” party for Greg in the break room. They wanted to make sure that Greg felt alright the night before his first day of school. “Just relax, Greggo. Your job is based n science. You’ll do great!” smiled Nick.

But it wasn’t his grades that he was worrying about. It was his life. He didn’t want to end up on Doc Robbins’ slab. The thought made him cringe. That night, Greg lay on his bed, pondering the events for the next day. He would arrive at the dorm house, place his belongings, head to his first class and gain any information he could on Tony Stalling, Andrew Mason, Tyler Stone, Eric Stowing, Peter Calihan, Jason Boeing and Daniel Austin. Of course, he couldn’t make it conspicuous. The sun rose as quickly as it had set. It was the dawning of a new day. Greg felt as if he traveled back in time when he was attending Stanford. His hair, back to the blonde highlights that he had before, combined with his brown hair. Instead of putting on his normal outfit for work, Greg put on a band shirt with his black button up shirt over it and a pair of jeans. He hadn’t worn an outfit like that since his freshman yea of college. The plan kept replaying in his mind as he got ready. Get dorm, go to class, and get information. Get dorm, go to class, and get information. Greg lost count how many times he went over the plan. But the plan was important. He had to stick to the plan. As he drove to NLV, he continued going over the plan. Get dorm, go to class, and get information. Get dorm, go o class, get information. Finally, he pulled into the parking lot where he saw a tall woman waiting for him. Slowly, Greg got out of his car when the woman asked, “Are you Mr. Sanders?”

“Yes, I am. And, you are?”

“I’m Mrs. Stacey Benderwall. I’m the principal here at UNLV,” she stated as Greg retrieved his belongings from the backseat of his car.

After he dropped the suitcase and bag onto the cement, he held out his hand and replied, “Oh, it’s very nice to meet you.”

After their hands had broken from one another, Greg grabbed his items as Mrs. Benderwall smiled, “Right this way, Mr. Sanders.”

Before heading to the dorms, Mrs. Benderwall led Greg into her office where he saw an open file folder of his new identity, Jacob Resh. “Please take a seat, Mr. Sanders.”

Slowly, Greg took a seat as Mr. Benderwall closed the door and sat at her desk, a pen ready in her hand. The velvety cushion reminded Greg of the time he was sent to the principal’s office for throwing a party in his class when the teacher left the room in sixth grade. Greg was pulled out of his memory when the principal stated, “Mr. Sanders, although we understand why you are here, you will not be receiving any special attention.”

“I don’t expect you to. In order for the killer to think that we are not onto him, we don’t need any suspicions that we know who he is,” replied Greg.

“No then, I’m sure Grissom has informed you of your identity?”

“23 year old Jacob Resh,” replied Greg.

“Fantastic. Now then, your dorm number is 1516. It’s on the fourth floor in the East wing. Here’s your key and welcome to UNLV.”

Greg silently thanked Mrs. Benderwall as he took the keys from her hand and headed to the dorms. When he walked out of the office, he left Greg Sanders behind. He was now Jacob Resh. A new life had swept over him. Greg had just rounded the corner when he ran into a tall brunette. Her books fell from her hands, creating the only noise in the entire hallway. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl said as she tucked her hair behind her ear and bent down to pick up the fallen books.

"No, allow me," replied Greg as he bent down to help. The two scrambled for the books, avoiding each other's eyes. After Greg had returned the books, the two stood up at the same time, colliding heads. "Oh, I'm sorry," stated Greg as he rubbed his head and looked at the girl.

Greg could barely comprehend what he was looking at. Standing before him was a tall brunette with beautiful brown eyes. "Oh, hi," she smiled.

"H…hi," stuttered Greg.

"You must be new here. I'm Peyton Strom," Peyton smiled as she held out her hand.

Greg took her fair hand and replied, "I’m G…Jacob…Jacob Resh."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Jacob. I was just heading to the library, so I'll see you around then?"

"Uh…yeah."

"Aright, see you later then."

As she walked off, Greg shouted, "Bye!"

When she was gone, Greg smacked himself on the head. He was an idiot! After thinking about how Peyton probably thought that he was some idiotic boy who barely made it into college, he finally made it to the dorm building where he noticed that the only way in was monitored by cameras and you had to have a dorm key card to get into the building. Greg made a mental note to write that down in his notebook about entry ways into the dorm. After entering the elevator, he was transported to the fourth floor where students crowded the hallways gossiping about life. The room in which Jacob Resh was about to occupy was, unfortunately, at the end of the hallway. This forced all of the students to stare at the new kid. Greg constantly heard, "Who is that?" or "Look, a new kid!" and his personal favorite, "Ten bucks says that by the end of the month, the UNLV killer is going to have had him killed."

Finally, Greg arrived at his dorm door. He was just about to open it when a kid ran up to him shouting, "Hey!"

Greg turned around to see a tall boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. "You're the new kid, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm Jacob Resh. And, you are…?"

"I'm Charlie, Charlie Andrews. I live right next door. Do you want some help?"

"Oh, sure," replied Greg as Charlie took Greg's suitcase so Greg could unlock the door. The room was very similar to the crime scenes, only it was much cleaner. After Charlie had made it through the door, he closed the door behind them and set Greg's stuff down on the floor. "What is your major, Jacob?" asked Charlie.

"Forensic Science," replied Greg.

"Ah, the cursed major," smiled Charlie as he sat on the bare bed. "I use to study that. Now I'm into computers."

"What do you mean?"

"I’m a computer hacker."

"Really?" smiled Greg. Maybe this Charlie character might come in handy into the future. "Have you ever hacked into the school's mainframe?"

"Just the basic one, not the big one yet. I want to make sure I can get access without being detected."

"I see. So, what is this that I hear about seven kids being killed?"

Greg was hoping that acting oblivious to the murders would make people trust him more. "You mean you haven't heard? It's all over the news."

"Oh, I just moved over into this area. Haven't had any time to watch TV."

"I see. Well, about three or four months ago, a senior science major was killed in his dorm. From what I heard, he was stabbed in the back a bunch of times. We, as the student body, thought it was his ex-girlfriend, Peyton."

"Peyton? As in Peyton Strom?"

"You know her?"

"I ran into her outside the principal's office. Why would you think it was her?"

"Because when Peyton and Andrew were still together, she found him sleeping with her best friend!"

"And, did she?"

"No. She was on a retreat for her journalism class at the time. After they cleared her, they ran out of suspects. Couple of weeks later, Daniel was killed. People started looking at me."

"You? Why?"

"Because I dropped out of science two days before Andrew was killed. They thought I was jealous that they were better at science than me and I wanted to kill them for it. I could care less. But dude, I didn't even know Daniel! Then, people finally turned away from me when Tyler was killed because one, I was his best friend, and two, I was visiting home."

"In the middle of the school week?"

"No, winter break. All the science majors were worried."

"Were?"

"Yeah, I mean, you're here and you're a science major…"

"I get the picture," replied Greg as he picked up his schedule off of the desk.

"Well Jacob, I'll catch you later. I have a computer class to get to."

And with that, Charlie ran off. After grabbing his backpack, Greg ran off to start the endangered life of Jacob Resh.

TBC…

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