Fade in on the exterior of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. In the parking lot are parked two black Denali's. Catherine Willows is leaning against one of them, sunglasses on her face and a map on in her hands. She struggles with the map briefly before swinging it down to her side and stepping away from the car.
CATHERINE: (lets out a frustrated grunt) Where's Greg? We're late enough as it is.
Gil Grissom closes the trunk of one of the SUVs and walks toward Catherine.
GIL: (takes the map from Catherine and begins to study it) I told him 2 o'clock sharp just like everyone else.
Catherine takes out her cell phone and begins dialing a number. Grissom notices her movement and quickly looks up from the map.
GIL: (jumpy) Who are you calling?
CATHERINE: (lifts her eyebrows and turns away from him slightly, lifting the phone to her ear) What do you care?
Grissom opens his mouth to reply but the arrival of Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown cuts him off.
NICK: If you're trying to call Greg, I wouldn't bother. He's not answering his phone.
Catherine sighs and shuts the phone as Nick and Warrick attempt to cram a few more pieces of equipment into the back of the second SUV.
WARRICK: Come on guys, it's Greg. You should have expected as much.
Everyone shrugs in agreements as Sara Sidle walks up to the group carrying a few backs of chips and some sodas of which she hands to Nick, Warrick and Catherine, who declines. She walks over to Grissom and hands him a bottle of water.
SARA: Is he still not here? (she opens a soda and takes a sip)
CATHERINE: (dryly) Nope. (she takes a step forward, noticing something in the distance. She removes her sunglasses but lifts a hand to shield her eyes) Finally.
Everyone turns to look where Catherine had moved to. A black Tahoe rips through the intersection and into the parking lot, slamming to a stop only feet from the other cars.
CATHERINE: Should I even ask? (taking a step toward Greg who has gotten out of the car and is quickly transferring luggage from his car to Grissom's)
GREGIL: (out of breath) Look, I'm sorry I was having some car trouble and then I locked my phone in the car and it was one thing after the other.
Nick grabs Greg's last duffle bag and tosses it into the back seat of Warrick's Denali, placing a hand on Greg's shoulder and giving him a light shake.
NICK: Hey Greggo, you're here now man, it's alright.
Greg smiles shyly, embarrassed for being so late. Grissom puts the map in his coat pocket and takes a step toward his team.
GIL: Well, now that we're all here, I suppose we should head out. We've got all of our luggage and equipment, yes? (he waits for everyone to nod 'yes') Ok, you all have your case files. I suggest you look over them on the way. We've got quite a drive ahead of us. Sara and Catherine will drive with me. (cut to Catherine who has a frustrated look on her face). Warrick, you Nick and Greg can take the other car…We ready?
CATHERINE: (quietly to herself while climbing into the backseat of Grissom's SUV, a sarcastic tone to her voice) Let's roll.