The CSIs met in the conference room. Sara, Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Greg were all gathered around the table, waiting for their assignments to be handed out.

"This is going to take a large group effort, from what I hear the scene is quite a mess. Greg, Sara, Nick…your with me. Catherine, you and Warrick are working the murder on Owens Avenue." explained Grissom

"All right, you ready Warrick?" Catherine asked as she got up from her seat to leave.

'Yeah, lets go check out that crime scene. I'll drive." He replied. And with that he followed Catherine out the door and down the hall, keys jingling in his hand.

"Ok, lets go team, we have a lot of evidence to collect." Grissom commented, so the team left, thinking about the challenge ahead of them.

Grissom, Sara, Nick, and Greg pulled up to an early 19th century styled house. It looked like the house might have been around sometime during WWI. There where three large columns holding up the frame of the house. To prove it's age, the paint had chipped and when you walked along it's front patio, it creaked loudly, seeming totally out of place in the deserted Nevada area.

As the CSIs stepped into the front door they grasped what Grissom had meant by 'quite a mess'. There was blood everywhere and where there wasn't blood, something was turned over and askew, indicating a struggle. It truly wasa mess. An older woman, in her late 50s, with brown hair, short and curly lay in a heap in the foyer of her home. "What happened here?" Nick said in awe at the sight before him.

"That's what we need to find out." Stated Grissom. So the team went to work, collecting samples of blood, noting out of place objects, photographing the scene, and interviewing suspects and witnesses.

When they finished they loaded up and decided to put all the evidence into Greg's car. What they didn't see is the man that was watching them through the tall weeds in the background. Watching them put all the evidence in one car…Greg's car. And now, there was only one thing he needed to do. That was to destroy the evidence.

Four of them where riding along the road. In the first car, a black Lincoln Navigator, was Sara, Nick, and Grissom. The second car, a blue Volkswagen Passat, carried Greg, along with all the evidence. There hadn't been enough room for anyone else to ride with Greg.

The road was fairly quiet, there wasn't much traffic and no buildings in sight, they were far into the not-so-populated area of Nevada so they expected no different. On the left of the road about six feet away, there was a hill. On the right, nothing but land. Half way to town there was a small road cutting diagonally into the main road. There was a red F150 coming quickly down the road. Grissom saw it coming. It was headed down the road at a rapid speed. It wasgaining speed.

What? It should be slowing down, not speeding up. "Hey, look at that truck." He said to Nick and Sara. They turned their heads to look through the rear window, though the road wasn't to far behind them. "It should be yielding." He felt silly saying it out loud. It was probably nothing, he was probably just being overly worried.

But then Sara agreed with him. "What the heck is he doin'?"

"Grissom stop!" Nick yelled. It startled Grissom, who slammed on the brakes.

"What?" he yelled, confused. "It's gonna hit Greg!" Nick answered.

Greg had seen it too. Surly he would stop, he had thought. But he was going to fast. Greg hit his brakes but not soon enough and the red F150 slammed his small Passat in the side.

He felt pain coming from his side, and the car was still spinning. If it didn't stop soon, he would spin right off the road down and down the hill.

They all jumped out of the car when Grissom had managed to slow it down. They got out in time to see the truck slam into Greg and send him flying, spinning out to the left. When it stopped spinning, it was teetering on the edge.