It had taken Grissom a while to explain to the team that it probably wouldn't be the best idea to call in missing persons – but still they insisted they should go out and find him.

After all – he'd left with his own initiative – and he'd done it before.

Grissom also didn't want Ecklie or the sheriff finding out that one of his CSI's was a potential risk, if they knew, they might force him to fire Greg. Or make him go to psychotherapy.

Grissom shuddered at the memory of "therapy" – and even more at the thought of the "TheRapist." He was forced to see one after his parents divorced.

"We should go out, look for him," Warrick suggested, they were all still in the briefing room.

Luckily the caseload had slowed – it was still heavy – but it consisted of 'backlog' – otherwise this 'extended meeting' wouldn't have been feasible. Grissom was only allowing it because of the exceptional circumstances.

"We can't," Grissom yelled. He understood that his team cared, but, since it was one of their own – and didn't have a scene to process - they were not thinking logically.

Melanie, who now had Catherine sitting on the desk next to her, attempting to comfort her, had just managed to stop sobbing.

"It doesn't matter anyway," she said, her eyes skin dark with mascara. "You wont find him, I always look for him, I never find him," she said sadly.

"Yeah, but we're CSI's man! We know how to find the un-findable!" Nick grinned with hope.

Melanie exhaled deeply. "I work as a CSI too, over in Utah, so believe me when I say I tried to find him," she sobbed, a little anger in her voice.

She didn't like how they implied that she wouldn't know how to find someone she cared about. She knew there was a small amount of deception in this – technically she wasn't an official CSI in college – just a 'trainee' – but she knew if she didn't assert herself – they would assume she went looking in the wrong places.

"I have to go…." She said with frustration. She knew what the team was going to endure. She didn't want to see people live through what she had lived through every time he went away.

"Ok," grissom said quietly, and got up also. There was nothing else she could supply – information wise – about Greg.

"Its ok," she said, when he got up, "I know my way out of here," she said, trying to smile.

Grissom smiled slightly, "if you need anything day or night – or if Greg shows up-"

"He wont!" she cut him of. She was irritated that these people would even imply her information was flawed in some way.

She sighed.

She knew there the main reason for conflict in the room. She had evidence that they couldn't test – because it was verbal – one person to another. CSI's – including her – were more used to something that could be placed under a microscope – or sent through trace. CSI's don't believe witnesses – and that's what she basically was.

"Ok," she conceded, "I'll phone," she said, almost mouthing the last part rather than saying it, she turned on her heals and left.

"I don't like her" Sara said, her eyes still fixed on the doorframe, making sure she wasn't coming back, and she folded her arms.

"You don't like a lot of people Sara," Catherine began, " – but she had answers – well, she had some answers." She said patiently.

"What now?" Nick shrugged. Although he was slightly reassured by Melanie – secretly – he wished she'd never come – then they would have called in missing persons, now, he knew Grissom would be reluctant to.

"We wait," Grissom said in monotone, looking directly at Nick.

"Griss? He could be in trouble out there! Just because he does it every so often doesn't mean that he's in any less danger!" Warrick raised his voice.

"Yes, he could be in danger," Grissom yelled, standing up, "yes, we could go out there, scan the whole of Las Vegas looking for him, and we still might not find him." He continued, voice still raised, now slowly walking round the table. He stopped at Sara's chair, and placed both hands on the backrest, to support himself, "but we have a job to do. Do you think Greg would be grateful that we drop everything to go out and find him?" he said, exasperated.

The team gave each other gilt-ridden looks. They were slowly beginning to acknowledge that there suggestions of going looking for Greg – other than being emotionally driven - would probably turn out to be fruitless.

"I'll have a quiet word with brass, and see if we can get the PD on alert. But I have to warn you – if PD bring Greg in – I'm not sure how we'll cover this." He said, his voice softer.

"We'll find a way", Sara said, looking to the team, who nodded in agreement at her, "I just know I'll sleep better if I know someone's looking for him," she said with determination.

'If I sleep at all' she thought silently to herself.

"Right," Grissom announced, rubbing his brow, "We have cases that need our full attention," the team begrudgingly started to filter out the room.

With the exception of Catherine. She waited until everyone had left before speaking. She was afraid to let the team know her doubts.

"He'll be back, right?" her question had the deliverance of a statement, but Grissom knew she was looking for reassurance.

"He'll be back," Grissom assured. "Now go," he said, indicating to the door with his eyes.