Nick waited patiently as the Luxor for Greg to show up. It was 6 o'clock in the morning when the red Chevy Blazer pulled up alongside the curb. The tinted window rolled down and Greg's head appeared. "Need a lift?" he asked.
"Very funny, Greg," laughed Nick as he got into the passenger seat of Greg's car.
Once he was inside, Greg sped off towards the penitentiary. "I called the warden and he told me that Jeff is in a high security ward. He is barely let out of his cell except for lunch, dinner, going to the library and visitors, which are slim to none," stated Nick as they drove down Boulder Highway.
"You don't say," laughed Greg.
The city slowly passed and the desert took over. This kind of solitude was the perfect place for any kind of isolation, like a state penitentiary. And that is exactly where they would find Jeff's new residency. As they pulled up to the prison, Nick turned to Greg and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because it's him. He manipulates people like Terrance."
"But he was a convict and I'm a scientist."
"Alright, but let me do the talking."
Greg agreed to those terms and removed himself from the car. The entrance was easy, but walking though was much harder. The voices of all the inmates he and Nick had put there were shouting disgusting threats at them. Finally, they reached the security ward where they met the warden. "Howdy, fellas," he greeted, tipping his hat.
"Howdy warden. I'm Nick Stokes. This here is Greg Sanders. I called you earlier to speak with Jeff Simon."
"Of course, follow me."
The warden led them through the security ward to a secure area. "We've set up a secure room for you to talk to him. We have two guards standing outside the door and two on the opposite side of the screen with him."
"Why such the tight security?" asked Greg.
"You should be the one to know, Mr. Sanders," replied the warden, opening the door to allow them in. "Just let the guards outside know when you're done."
And with that, Greg followed Nick in. The room was a small, desolate room, separated by a transparent glass wall. On the opposite side of the glass was Jeff, handcuffed and set down behind a metal desk. Before Nick sat down, he turned to Greg and said, "Remember, stay off to the side and let me do the talking."
Greg nodded and stood in the shadows as Nick sat down at the desk. Greg watched as Nick greeted, "Nice to see you again, Jeff."
Jeff's voice echoed, "Hello, Stokes. Who did you bring?"
"It's none of your business. What do you know about the two recent murders?"
"You mean the ones where Sanders killed them?"
"Greg didn't kill them. But you do know what I'm talking about."
"Of course. I've been following Sanders closely."
That statement sent shivers down Greg's spine. Didn't Jeff do enough to him already? Finally, Nick asked, "We found your fingerprints on a threatening note sent to Greg Sanders. How do you explain that?"
"Note? What note?"
"You know what note I'm talking about."
"No…but if Greggo over there showed himself, I may just remember."
Slowly, Greg stepped out from the shadows and came to stand by Nick. "Hello, Greggo," he sneered.
"Just tell us about the damn note and the damn phone calls."
"You know…it's coming back to me…I heard about those people you killed and thought I'd mock you."
"Bull shit! You did it! You were the one that kill them!" shouted Greg, getting close to the glass wall. Nick jumped up from his seat and tried to push Greg back. "Now how can I do that, Greg? I've been in here."
"Greg, calm down!" gritted Nick, pushing Greg away.
Finally, Greg stopped pushing against Nick and backed off. Finally, Nick turned back to Jeff and said with anger in his voice, "Listen, we found your prints on a threatening letter that said you'll never catch me. How do you explain that?"
"Simple…Greg put them there."
"WHAT! How the hell would I get your prints?" shouted Greg.
Finally, Nick had enough. Storming from his seat, he grabbed Greg by the shoulders and stated, "Get out, Greg."
"What? No! I'm here for answers and I'm not leaving…"
"GET OUT, GREG!"
Finally, Greg glared at Jeff, who was smiling at him. With frustration, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Once the door was gone, Greg watched through the small window as Nick continued with his conversation with Jeff. It took an hour until finally, Nick emerged. Greg approached him and asked, "What did he say?"
Walking away, Nick replied, "Let's just go."
Confused, Greg asked, "What did he say?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's just go."
"WHAT THE HELL DID HE SAY, NICK?!"
Finally, Nick stopped and turned to look at his friend. Nick approached Greg and whispered, "What did you expect him to say, Greg? I did it. I'm framing Greg? He didn't say shit!"
"How could he have said nothing? You were in there for an hour!"
"Yeah, trying to get him to talk. All he did was talk about you. All he talked about was how he enjoyed his fun with you before. Now, if you want to know the full details, you can go ask him yourself."
And with that, Nick headed out of the penitentiary with anger. Greg reluctantly followed and together, they got back into his Blazer and drove off. They didn't talk the rest of the time. Nick was angry at something and Greg was angry at Nick for keeping it to himself. When they got back into town, Nick said, "Drop me off at the lab."
"What for? You're cars' at the Luxor."
"Just do it, Greg."
Reluctantly, Greg pulled off of the highway and headed straight for the lab. It wasn't a long before they approached the ever familiar lab. Once he pulled up to the sidewalk, Nick got out without so much as saying a word. Once Nick was gone, Greg drove off, angry and frustrated that he didn't learn a single thing.
Once Nick arrived at the lab, he headed straight for Grissom, completely ignoring the fact that he was suspended from the lab and technically wasn't allowed to go inside. He headed past everyone and straight to Grissom's office. When he walked inside, he closed the door and shut the blinds. "Nick? What are you…?"
"I need to tell you something," he replied without even looking at him.
Grissom watched in confusion as Nick walked over and sat down in front of the desk. "Me and Greg headed to the penitentiary and talked with Jeff."
"Why would you…"
"Because Greg wanted to. I talked with him and…I learned something."
"Does Greg know?"
Nick shook his head. "Why didn't you tell him?"
"Because he has enough on his plate right now. But I think you should know."
"Well…what is it?"
Nick took a deep breath and looked his boss deep in the eye. "What did he tell you?"
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