Beth watched as Steele sat in the chair. On his face was a smile that could only be described as pure evil. He was actually enjoying the severe pain that Greg was suffering. Beth wanted to kill this man for what he had done to her best friend. With tears streaming down her face, she continued to struggle against the ropes. She had loosened them slightly, with her previous efforts, and now the slack was increasing. She knew that the only hope they had of surviving was in her ability to free her hands. Greg was fading fast, and would not be able to help, and Grissom was still unconscious beside her. As she continued to struggle, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Well Beth, it looks like it's just you and me now, and I'm not done yet. Although you and Greg were the ones who examined the evidence, Grissom here was the one who presented it. Grissom is the one responsible for the death of the only person I ever cared for. And for that, I want him to suffer the most. I want him to watch as the only people that he's ever cared for die, right in front of his face." With that, he arose from his seat, and pulled a syringe out of his pocket. He placed the needle in Grissom's arm and emptied the syringe. Within a few moments, Grissom stirred.
Grissom felt as if he had awoken from a dream. He remembered The Cascade and Greg's proposal. He also remembered dancing with Beth, one of two people who could see right through the walls he had built. He loved her and Greg and was very happy for them and the turn that their lives had taken together. He remembered the invitation to the engagement party and how much he had wanted to be there. He had just needed to go home to pick up a few things, and then he was going to head over to Greg's house. He had arrived home in good time, elated with the thoughts of Beth and Greg's engagement. Suddenly, the dream had turned into a vicious nightmare. He was surprised to find his front door unlocked. He always locked it. He had opened the door slowly. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" There had been no answer, and he had cautiously stepped in his home. Out of nowhere, a man had jumped him, knocking him the floor. He tried to struggle, but the man was very strong and had gotten the upper hand when he surprised Grissom. He had felt a prick in his right arm and realized that he had been stabbed with a needle of some sort. His mind was reeling with thoughts of his attacker and what he wanted. The room was dark, but it soon became much darker. Shapes that he recognized began to blur and finally fade away. His mind soon stopped reeling as he had succumbed to the darkness overtaking his vision.
As he awoke, he looked around and soon realized that his nightmare had not been a nightmare at all. He was lying on the floor with his hands and feet tied and with duct tape over his mouth. Beth was lying next to him with her hands and feet bound, as well. She was crying, and he soon realized why she was crying. He saw Greg lying on the floor a few feet away from Beth. He had been shot and was bleeding heavily. The young man had been trying to slow the bleeding, but wasn't having much success. The pool of blood beneath him was growing. Grissom's breath caught in his throat. He tore his eyes away from Greg, only to find the man who had attacked them. The man was holding a gun. Grissom was still trying to comprehend the scene when the man spoke.
"I'm sure you remember me Grissom. You had my brother, Steven Steele, sent to death row. You killed my brother, the only person I ever loved!" The man was shouting and waving the gun around. Grissom suddenly felt the urge to vomit, but he suppressed it. The man continued his tirade. "And now I'm going to slowly kill the only two people who you ever loved. Say good-bye, Grissom."
Grissom watched in horror as Steele slowly raised his gun and aimed it at Beth. He wasn't aiming at her head; instead, he was aiming at her leg. He pulled the trigger and shot Beth. Grissom tried to shout, but the duct tape wouldn't allow it. Grissom couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene. Beth had been shot in her upper right thigh. She had been shot through the femoral artery and she began to loose blood at an alarming rate. He struggled at the ropes that bound him, but to no avail. He could only watch as Beth suffered. He suddenly heard a noise that sent chills down his spine. He heard laughter. Steele was laughing. Grissom turned his head so that he could see the man. When he did, he saw that the man had the gun aimed at his own head. He was laughing at the two bleeding chemists on the floor. He was laughing at Grissom for having to watch helplessly. He was laughing at the world and all of the intolerable injustices in it. The laughter ended abruptly as the man pulled the trigger and fell to the floor in a heap, dead.