"Thanks for doing this, Nick." Greg gave his friend an insecure smile as the two set foot into the prison Greg had been attacked in four days earlier.

"Sure, I told you I'd be there if you need me. But are you sure about this?" Greg had decided to pay one of the inmates a visit to get some answers.

"No." Greg chuckled as he signed in for a visit. "But it's keeping me up at night, I need to do something about it." He noticed the guards all staring at him as they passed him by. "W-Would you be okay being in the room when I talk to him?"

Even though Greg had asked him at first to stay out of the visitor's room, Nick never intended to do so. He was adamant to be there for his friend. "Of course."

"...Thanks." He smiled at him, but his eyes quickly wandered towards the guards staring at him. He felt highly uncomfortable being here, knowing that at least some of these guards probably knew about the warden and didn't do anything about him. His heartbeat elevated as he walked closer towards the visitor's room, his sweaty, shaky hand slowly opening the door. The two CSIs walked in and sat down on the two chairs.

Scott Brooks, one of the inmates that attacked Greg, limped into the room with a grin on his banged-up face. "Hey there."

Greg looked him up and down, shocked to see him in the state he was in. "What happened to you?"

"You wouldn't believe how many friends the warden had in this prison." He glanced over to Nick. "Who's this? Your bodyguard?"

"He's a friend."

"You're not actually scared of me, are you?"

Greg hesitated to shake his head, his eyes wandering to the guard in the room for a split second.

"...Oh, I see. You're scared of them, huh?" he whispered.

"...Did they let you see a doctor?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject. He was scared – both of the prison staff and the inmates, including the one sitting in front of him. He just didn't want to admit it, not to himself or someone else.

He shook his head as he laughed humorlessly. "What are you doing here?"

Greg sighed after thinking about an answer. "I'm not sure." He smiled insecure. "Hoping to get some answers from you, I guess."

"So what are your questions?" The man leaned back in his seat.

"I've been thinking, you know? Why did you videotape it all and… why'd you send it to the D.A.?"

Scott shrugged. "People needed to know what was happening. We set this asshole up, everything we did that night, we did it so he would expose himself. He insisted we break your right arm. We broke your left arm so that he'd say on camera that he wanted the arm to be broken."

"...But you killed him. Why does it matter?"

He leaned in a little. "Because I wanted everyone to know, his mother, his wife… the people at the supermarkt he bought his groceries from… everyone, to know what a monster he was."

"Is… Is this the reason you left me alone with him?"

Scott raised his eyebrows. "...Well, yeah. We knew his MO, alright? We knew that he liked to take his time with his prey. And he did, didn't he? He didn't rape you yet, so… we're good, right?" He grinned.

The grin disturbed Greg, so he decided to change the subject. "Okay. So… why'd you let me live?"

Scott looked at him confused. "Huh?"

"You said it yourself. I'm the reason you guys are in here. You had the chance to kill me… Why didn't you?"

"Why should we have? Look, the two of us will never be friends, but we had the same agenda, didn't we? We were partners in crime." He grinned at the two CSIs. "Granted, we had different ideas on how to achieve our goals, but… we did it, right?" He noticed the disturbed look on Greg. It caused him to tone his cynical humor down a notch. "Alright, I'd be lying if I'd say I didn't enjoy what we did to you, but for what it's worth, I'm also kinda sorry."

"...Thanks. That's… that's good to hear, I guess." Greg frowned.

"If I could've done the same thing to the warden without you getting involved, I would've, is all I'm saying."

"...Then why did you force me to shoot him?" he asked with a shaky voice. With everything that had happened and had been done to him, this one haunted him the most.

"I didn't force you." Scott just shrugged. "I just figured you might want it."

"...I told you I didn't."

"So? I didn't care, I just wanted this guy to suffer. And I know he would've hated getting shot by you. He thought you were weak. You could've proven him wrong but… guess he was right."

Hearing this affected Greg deeply. He felt weak and powerless ever since he'd been attacked by Neil Novak. Hearing this from other people hurt a lot.

"He's not weak," Nick chimed in.

"...Nick, it's okay." Greg asked him not to get involved in the conversation.

"No, I'm sorry, Greg. But I won't sit here listening to this guy attacking you for not being a coldblooded killer. He's not weak, he survived a lot. He's strong enough to come face to face with you, three days after you attacked him in a viscious and horrifying way."

Scott grinned, with an impressed look on his face. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry. I might've misjudged you."

"...Thanks," he replied surprised. He leaned in to Nick to whisper to him. It ended in a whispered discussion, but Nick eventually agreed to what Greg asked him. He walked out of the room.

Scott looked at him in confusion. "What's going on?"

"I asked him to give us a moment alone."

"Yeah I got that. Why?"

"Because I don't want him to know about the following… I know I owe you my life. Had the warden asked any other inmates to help him with his plan, I might not be sitting here right now. You also did some pretty awful things to me, but I know that you guys were pretty much backed into a corner and had no other choice. So what I'm actually trying to say is that I'm thankful for what you did."

Scott didn't know how to react to this. He felt bad about what he did to Greg now. He was getting emotional, something he didn't know how to deal with. "...So?" he asked annoyed, in an attempt to deal with his emotions.

"So… When this all is over, the court hearings, trials and whatnot… I'll pay you back."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he was getting rather aggressive. His go-to reaction was always rage when faced with emotions.

Greg smiled at him. "I can't really explain it, but I just feel like I have to do this. Life didn't treat you guys fairly. And now you're going to get punished for doing the right thing."

"The right thing? You think we did the right thing?"

"In your world, yes. I wish you would've let him live but I understand why you felt like you couldn't. I'll talk in your favor at the hearings and the trial and I sincerely hope it'll help reduce your sentence, but… I don't feel like it will be enough."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Get to the point already."

Greg's smile got bigger. "I'll transfer some money to your accounts."

Scott's eyes widened. "What?"

"It won't be much, but I hope it'll make your lives inside these walls a little more comfortable."

"...Are you serious?"

Greg nodded. "I just want you guys to know that I appreciate what you did for me." He got off his seat. "Take care." He hesitated for a second, then pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket and wrote his work number on it. "If one of you guys needs something… anything, let me know, alright?"

Scott watched him walk towards the door. He was surprised, almost shocked, by Greg's words. "...W-Wait. S-Sit back down. Please."

He did. "Yeah?"

Scott looked down on his folded hands on the table. "This prison's close to a riot. It's pretty much divided in three parties. The ones who despised the warden, the ones who had no idea what was going on and the ones who idiolized him."

Greg nodded interested.

"The latter is obviously not pleased about what we did. They're assaulting inmates. The few guards who didn't know about what Shaw did are stopping most of it, but they're not around all the time. It's just a matter of time until a riot gets started."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Scott hesitated to answer, but Greg pressed him to. "I know you don't have enough power or influence to get the rotten guards fired," he whispered to him.

The CSI hastily shook his head. "I'll try my best, believe me."

Scott smiled at him. "Look, maybe I'm being naive, but I think getting rid of the… pro-Shaw party leader would make a huge difference. He's got too many henchmen to get close to him, otherwise we'd take care of him ourselves. Maybe your approach might be a better fit here."

Greg frowned. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know." Scott shrugged as he chuckled. "I shouldn't have said anything, I guess there's nothing you can do about it."

"N-No, tell me. I want to help you. Maybe I can get him transferred to another prison or…" He got his pen and pape ready. "Just tell me his name, who is he?"

"Glenn Weller."