In the air. Ten thousand feet. That must be the reason. The excuse. They all looked at Greg as though he had gone mad. He was just so.. Well like Greg. Gone was the resentment, the bitterness, the stares. It was the Greg before she left and they didn't know why. Why was this trip, that he didn't want to go on, suddenly the best thing ever?
Nick and Warrick watched him. He was laughing and playing with the kid in the next row, flirting (if that's what you can call it) with the flight attendant who was way out of his league as Nick would see it. They looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them could work out why the change. What did they not know? What had they missed?
Grissom and Catherine were oblivious to all this. They were reading up on what they were expected to do when they got to the "CSI school" as they called it. Neither of them could shake the idea that what they were reading sounded like someone they knew. Every sentence, paragraph, nuance they read they could hear in their head with her voice. A shiver went through them. Had they found her after all?