Alison stood next to Greg, looking down at the scene. It was raining. Meaning that all their evidence was getting washed away. It was night, making it easy for people to step on evidence. But this was a bus crash, so none of that mattered until all the victims were safe and accounted for. Russell turned to the team.

"Alright, you all know the rules; this is a rescue operation. We do not go down there until we have been given permission by the fire chief." They all nodded. Alison pulled her hood closer to her face trying to keep the rain off her nose. Russell had called most of the team out for this. Once they got cleared, they had to go fast. "I want pictures on the road. There might not be any marks but let's not make any assumptions. Be sure to check for ice or any loose asphalt." He said to Morgan and Finn. A firefighter walked over to them.

"Are you the one in charge?" He asked Russell.

"Not until you give it to me."

"We cleared the bus. Still waiting for some of the victims to be taken to the hospital, but all the red tags are gone. The ME is down there sorting out all the black tags." Russell nodded.

"So is my team clear to go down."

"Yes." Finn and Morgan headed to the road. Alison and Greg made their way to the edge, where a rope was set up to help people get in and out of the ravine.

"Do you need any help?" Greg asked. She noticed he was looking down at her converse.

"I should be the one asking you with your knee." Greg opened his mouth to respond, then shut it now that she was right. He simply turned, heading down slowly. Alison had wished she had grabbed other shoes. But in all her years as a CSI, she had never worn anything different. However, she had done it all in New York, and there weren't as many options for terrain. They made it to the ground where Nick was. He reached his hand out, steadying Greg as they made the last steps on the uneven ground, then the two of them helped Alison.

"What the run down." She asked, looking at Nick.

"I'm going to go talk to the bus driver," Nick said, pointing over at the triage stations. "Ally, I want you to start taking pictures, and Greg sees if you can get a statement out of any of these other victims still here. The police should cover the ones at the hospital. I just want to get it here if possible." Greg nodded, pulling out his notepad then pulling the sleeves of his raincoat over his hands. "Greg, you didn't bring a warmer coat," Nick asked.

"I gave it to Ally." He said. Alison revealed the warmer coat she had under her raincoat. Nick shook his head.

"If he gets sick, it on you." Nick said, pointing at her.

"Better him than me." Alison pulled out a bag placing it over her camera. Not wanting the cold rain to damage her camera. She hadn't thought to grab a warmer coat when they left the lab. This was Las Vegas. It was supposed to be warm. While they were waiting, Greg had noticed she was shaking from the cold and quickly gave her the coat he had on under his raincoat. She listed up the camera to her face and smiled slightly. She could smell the scent of his soap on the sleaves. Russell walked over to her.

"Fire Department says the driver of the Camaro's dead." Alison took another picture.

"I think that the flat tier they got is probably why the bus pulled to the right." Alison pulled out her flashlight. "Take a look. The front left tire is still intact." Russell leaned forward.

"Do you know much about cars?" He asked.

"Just what my brother and Greg talk about."

"Well, you got the tier to the rim. Rim to the axle. Axle to suspension. Suspension to frame and the lower radius rod arm…." He trailed off, and Alison saw what he was talking about.

"Which connects the axle to the frame."

"It's broken off."

"So if the rod arm broke while he was driving…." He looked over at her.

"The driver would try to maintain control and veer to the left."

"But that would make things worse."

"So it would put pressure on the right front tire, causing it to blow. Then take the bus to the right." Russell straightened.

"Be sure you get a lot of pictures. That theory works only if the rod arm was the first thing to go."

Greg was filling out reports near Nick while he talked to the driver. The other victims didn't have much to say. They weren't paying much attention to what had been going on. But that needed to be documented.

"This never happened to me before." The driver said to Nick. "The wheel just sh-shook right out of my hands." Nick glanced at Greg.

"How long after your scheduled stop in Barstow?" Nick asked.

"We, uh, we-we always stop in Barstow." The driver was clearly confused. "Uh, McDonald's the, uh, the train station one." Nick nodded, trying to get information out of the man.

"I unstained that, Mr. Draper, but how long after that did the wheel start to shake on you?" The man shut his eyes.

"Uh….I don't, I don't know." Greg moved closer to them. Something was off.

"Sir, are you okay?" Nick asked.

"No." The bus driver let out a small laugh. "We're behind schedule. I got to get back to the bus." He moved to get up, but his legs were weak. Greg hurried over to help Nick hold the large man up.

"Mr. Draper, have you had anything to drink at all?" The man didn't say anything. "Greg, I think I need to do a preliminary field breath test." Greg nodded, tightening his grip on the increasingly unsteady man. Nick reached into the bag to pull it out. The bus driver started to cough, and his legs entirely gave out. Putting all his weight on Greg.

"Nick!" Greg called out, fearing his leg might give out. Looking at the man, he started to see blood coming out of his mouth. Nick turned around, hurrying over to help hold the man up.

"Greg, go get some help."

Alison finished taking pictures of the bus when Greg and Nick walked over to her.

"How's it going." Nick asked.

"According to the manifest, Russell was able to get we're missing a passenger." She said, putting her camera back in her bag.

"Has anyone checked the bus," Greg asked. Alison raised an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, firefighters have been known to only look in the obvious places from time to time. Or have you forgotten?" Nick looked at the two of them.

"I'm guessing a story." Alison rolled her eyes.

"Greg here found a head hidden away in the bucket of pain." Nick shook his head.

"How did you find that."

"It was the only one that didn't have dust on the lid." Nick set his case down.

"Well, then I'll do the honors of checking the bus." Alison looked over at Greg.

"You're limping." Greg realized that he was leaning and consciously straightened.

"The bus driver sort of dropped on me. He was coughing up blood." He explained.

"Then he helped take him up to the road where the ambulance was and then came back down," Nick called for inside the bus. Alison shook her head.

"An you wonder why your knee is always giving you problems."

"Ally, I want the record to show that I hurried over to help Greg and told him to wait down here. While I went with the firefighters, he insisted on going with us." Nick walked out of the bus holding a brown bag. "No missing person, but I found this." He held up the bag. "Cheap whisky." Nick looked over at Greg, who put it in an evidence bag. "I never did get to test the driver's breath." Alison whipped water off the tip of her nose.

"And we still don't know where 1C is." She said, shaking her head. Nick adjusted his cap.

"Greg, why don't you get that back to the lab and test DNA to see if it matches the driver." Greg looked between Nick and Alison.

"Why do I feel you two are trying to get rid of me." Alison walked over to Greg.

"Because we both know that you are going to keep going up and down that slope to prove to everyone that you can. Until your leg gives out, and besides, you're not dressed for this weather." Greg rolled his eyes.

"Says the woman wearing my coat." Nick moved to slap Greg on the back then opted to squeeze his shoulder.

"Sorry, Greg, but you're outvoted."

Greg looked up from his lab table, spotting Alison walking down the hallway. He walked over, leaning against the doorway. She was sopping wet.

"What happened to you." He asked. She stopped ringing water out of her hair.

"Well, I made it through that whole crime scene without getting too wet. Then I get back here, and the guy drives past me and splashes me with a puddle. People here are just so rude."

"Says the person from New York" Alison glared at him.

"You better have results on that bottle for me." Greg smiled, handing over his report.

"I was able to get a DNA match but not to the driver like we thought but to you 1C Calvin McBride." Alison looked over the report nodding.

"The bus driver died." She said, flipping the page. "According to the autopsy, he was suffering from hypoglycemia. That's why he couldn't string the words together when Nick was talking to him."

"So it's not the driver."

"Morgan and Finn brought back the bus. Did you take something?" Greg straightened, trying not to winch, looking down at his knee.

"I'm fine." Alison glanced up at him.

"I'll take this to Nick. I think Russell wanted to talk to you in the shop."

"Sure thing." Alison moved down the hall, but Greg leaned over, kissing the top of her head. "I love you." Alison smiled up at him.

"I love you too. Now ice your knee." Greg rolled his eyes, heading for the shop. He was limping. There was no hiding it, but it wasn't bad. Russell was looking over the bus parts.

"Hey, Greg." He said, not looking up.

"How did you know it was me." Russell glanced up.

"You just told me. Now there's a report on the table there." Greg reached over, grabbing it. "I want you to see when this bus was last checked." Greg flipped through it until he found the entry.

"it looks like it was last week." Russell shook his head.

"Tell me, Greg do these parts look like a park of a bus checked and serviced last week." Greg glanced at the old parts.

"No, they don't."

"Morgan and Finn found the bolt that was missing." He pointed at a bag on the desk. Greg picked it up.

"A Grade 8, but this thing was sheared off." Russell took his glasses off. "I had Morgan and Finn test it with old blue. It's not a grade 8. It's a 5."

"The bus company was using fake bolts. That bolt snapping would cause the bus to veer." Russell shook his head.

"Not according to Finn and Morgan, that bolt snapped after the bus hit the K-rail. The bus driver slammed on the breaks. I'll meet you to find out why."

Alison paced back and forth in the DNA lab.

"Ally, I thought I told you I'd page you with the results," Greg said, glancing up from his work.

"I know. I Just want to wait in here."

"Well, your pacing is making me nervous." Alison forced herself to sit down across from him.

"I just want to know." The printer went off, and Greg reached over, grabbing the report.

"Looks like this was sabotage." Alison hopped out of her chair, hurrying to his side of the table. She leaned over his shoulder, reading the report.

"You're right." She said, squeezing his arm.

"Did you doubt me?" Alison kissed his cheek.

"No, you're really great at your job."

Greg sat in the locker room with an ice pack on his knee while waiting for Alison to finish up.

"Heading out," Nick asked, walking over to his locker.

"Yeah, once Alison finishes up." Nick opened his locker.

"Crazy to that this could have all just been a broken-down bus." Greg looked over at him.

"Yeah, if they hadn't gotten those fake bolts, everything would have been fine."

"Instead, 8 people are dead because the bus driver reported one of his co-workers, and he wanted revenge." Greg tossed the melted ice pack to the side, slowly moving his leg off the bench. He winced as his knee popped. "You know G, I haven't said it, but I've missed working cases with you." Greg smiled.

"Me too."

"I was almost like you were back working in DNA, and I was sending you off with a sample that could crack the case."

"It felt like that when you and Ally sent me back to the lab. I half expected Grissom to be walking around that scene and not Russell." Greg moved to stand up, and Nick hurried over, helping Greg get to his feet.

"The thing is Greg, your not the young lab rat anymore. You've changed, and I don't mean the obvious thing." Nick said, placing his hand on Greg's shoulder.

"It's been hard, I'm not going to lie. And it will continue to be hard. But I wouldn't change my life with Ally for anything." Nick smiled.

"If you would, I would have to beat you up. It's been nice getting to know Ally. Not just these short visits here and there but a proper stay."

"Maybe we'll do this again."