Author's Note/Director's Commentary: I thought I'd save you from this in the previous chapter, but you can't escape it here. Unless you don't read it. Anyways. Be happy, I didn't kill him. Kinda. So inevitably I DIDN'T go with this ending because... Eh, I didn't want to imply that Greg was going to hurt Sara... which he's not, because that wouldn't be "fitting in." I also wanted to attack the irony of the situation, in fact I wanted to note it so badly that I outright said it in the chosen ending. The only appeal this ending has over the one I chose is it's relevance to the musical version of Jekyll and Hyde, in which Hyde goes on a killing spree against the hypocrtits who wronged him (including one corrupt military general, and a filandering priest).
Explination of Names: Sir Danvers Carrew, in Robert Louis Stevenson's novel is a man murdered by Hyde for simply getting in his way on his way home. In the musical version, Sir Danvers Carrew is the father of Henry Jekyll's fiance Emma, and is also murdered by Hyde. You'll note that Colonel Henry Carrew was named after the knight. The name "Danvers" also comes up in the end of last chapter as the case Sara was working on. John Utterson, in Stevenson's novel and the musical, is Henry Jekyll's best friend and lawyer. In the novel, Utterson actually narrates the first half, and Jekyll the second half via a suicide note (which is addressed to Utterson). I would have included more references, if I had thought about it in time. But I'm not that smart.
Recomendations and acknowledgements: If you want to explore the theme of duality in human nature, you should read the Stevenson novel. Or, for a quick and musical adventure, see/listen to the musical. I recomend watching David Hasslehoff (I know, I wouldn't have chose him, but he's good in this somehow) singing "Confrontation" on YouTube. Got some lines from some of the lyrics from that musical. Also, I don't own CSI, or the original story of Jekyll and Hyde, which served as inspiration for this piece of fan fiction.
Shameless Plug: Fine Flowers In The Valley, a slightly humours, slightly tragic ghost story starring Catherine and Sara (pairings played with, but mostly Sandle and YoBling) will be up shortly. For an idea of what it's about, google the title. Also writing Gruesome Grissom Presents Tales From The Lab Keeper, Bloody Sunday, and Leave the Light On, summaries for which can be found in my profile. Not all may be finished. Wow. This is longer than the actual chapter. Oh well.
ALTERNATE ENDING!
Greg tossed his keys up in the air and caught them again as he walked outside in the warm Las Vegas sun. He slipped into the front seat and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.
"Damn, you really are a lady killer," he said, smugly. He thought about where he would take Sara on their first date. Somewhere classy, he wanted to make a good impression. His eyes began to irritate him and so he bent over and took out his contacts. He thought he looked pretty good with blue eyes. Too bad no one else did. But thanks to that optometrist, he'd been able to be the Greg they wanted.
He felt as though he was forgetting something. He stared into his own blue eyes in the rearview mirror as he tried to remember. Suddenly, it hit him. He put his contacts back in quickly, then got out of the car before walking to the back and popping the drunk. He grinned down at his cargo.
"Sorry, Col. Carrew," he said to the bound man. "Can't have you making a ruckus when I have a date in the car, can I?" He took out a knife. Col. Carrew began to protest. Greg pulled down his gag. "I'm sorry, Colonel, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"There are all kinds of evil, Colonel," Greg said, examining his knife. "Hypocrisy is one of the worst, wouldn't you say? You killed Greg. So now, Greg is going to kill you. Have a nice afterlife."
As calm as a deep lake, Greg slit his throat and tossed the knife in next to him. He closed the trunk. "I'll deal with you later," he said, before strolling back to the driver's seat to wait for Sara.
