Disclaimer: I don't own CSI not Nick, not Greg, anything! Expect for Fred, the evil dude, I totally made him up!

A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this chapter and I extremely apologize for the shortness too. Thank you Rainbowstar for emailing me and getting me to finally write this chapter, I know where I'm going for Crime Lab deaths but it'll be a while before its up. Once again, I am terribly sorry for the wait. Thank you for all my readers and supporters of my stories, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Greg and Nick rock, as you might know! And Season 4 is starting as a great season! I really hope Greg becomes a CSI, if he does I hope Nick trains him in one episode.

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Greg and Nick looked at each other.

"NICK!! HIT THE GAS!" Greg shouted.

"I can't it's a red light!" Nick yelled.

"I think it'll be a good thing if the police are chasing us!" Greg screamed.

Nick gave Greg a you're right look before he hit the gas petal and the car squealed down the highway across the busy lane. Cars honks at them as they passed by but Nick kept on driving. He finally turned onto the highway.

"Oh, where are the cops? They're never on duty!" Greg panicked. He looked at the back window and saw Fred driving down.

"Shit oh shit!" Greg yelled.

"Is he after us?" Nick asked, swerving around a slow driver ahead of them.

"Yeah, and it was a great idea for you to go on the highway…" Greg sarcastically replied and glances towards the back window once again. Fred was driving like a madman to keep up with them, Greg notices however a gun in Fred's left hand.

Greg was terrified, not only for him but also for Nick. Would they ever get out of this alive?

Nick swerve his car to the side of the road next a huge drop hill, one false move and the car would be falling down there. Then something happened that Greg and Nick had not intended. The car started to slow down. Greg and Nick looked at each other then at the gas mileage. "Greg….we're outta gas!" Nick said. Then something crash into the back of Nick's car and they started moving fast. Greg looked back and saw Fred.

"Nick, I'm not letting this guy kill us, swerve off the road!" he ordered.

Nick stared at him as if he was growing a third eye. "What?"

"Swerve off the road!" Greg repeated hastily.

Nick grabbed the steering wheel and prayed Let this work before swerving to the left and the car broke through the fence and headed down the hill………

"Where are Nick and Greg?" Grissom asked.

It was the beginning of shift and Grissom was getting a little mad. Sure Greg had a accident earlier, but Nick's lateness was no excuse for Grissom.

"I don't know, I heard that they were going to do some male bonding." Sara replied, as she and Catherine sat around the table in the middle of the lounge.

Grissom rubbed his hand at the back of his neck.

"I called Greg's apartment, there's no answer." Warrick replied, walking into the lounge.

"And Nick's?" Grissom questioned.

"No answer."

Grissom sigh, he was starting to get a little worried. What if Fred found them?

"Hey."

The four CSIs looked up and saw Brass in the doorway.

"Get your kits." The detective ordered.

The four CSIs walked carefully down the hill. It turned out there was a car that had crash at the bottom but the CSIs were the first one who was going to see the car up close.

Grissom shined his flashlight at the brownish car. The back looked like a car kept ramming  into it and the front was totaled.

"Any bodies?" Grissom asked.

"No." was Brass's reply.

"Pop the hood." Warrick said, and he grabbed a crowbar and tried to pop it open.

Grissom shined his flashlight and exam the car as Sara and Catherine watch from behind. Warrick finally popped the trunk opened and saw a CSI kit inside. He looked up at Grissom just as Grissom ask, "Isn't Nick from Texas?"

"Yeah…" Sara said.

"Does he have a bobbing cowgirl at the back of his car?"

Sara, Warrick and Catherine gasps.

They rush to the front of the car only to discover the passenger and driver's doors are slightly ajar.

"Where the hell are they?" Catherine pondered.

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Somewhere in Las Vegas, two men were running for their lives.