A/N I don't own any of the CSI characters....only Beth.
Greg set the phone on the floor almost underneath the couch. He looked for a good cover that wouldn't distort the sound too badly and finally settled on a candy wrapper he found nearby. He placed the candy wrapper over the phone to conceal it, and settled back into the corner of the couch where he woke up, and waited.
He didn't have to wait long. Greg had just enough time to settle into the couch and become comfortable before a woman entered the trailer. Greg started to rise from the couch, but he was quickly commanded to sit.
"I'd much rather you remain seated, Mr. Sanders." Greg's first observation was that she was carrying a gun. His second was that she spoke with a very commanding voice for such a small woman. His third was that she was no taller than five feet four inches, and no more than thirty years of age. His fourth and most important observation was the she was in very good shape, not a woman to be easily pushed aside.
Greg did not wish to die so soon in the "game," so he decided that he would obey her order. As he slowly sat back down on the couch, he tried to decide how he should respond to her. Even though she spoke only a few words, Greg got the impression that she was well-educated. So, he decided to talk to her as he would to anyone who was his superior: with undertones of the intelligence that he preferred to hide. "You seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name, but I am unsure as to yours."
"That was one of the things I always loved about you Greg. You play the fool, but in actuality, you are a rather intelligent young man."
Greg breathed an inward sigh of relief. She liked the response he had chosen. Now, if he could only keep her talking. "If you don't mind my asking, when and where have we met? I don't recall—" Greg's headache suddenly returned with a vengeance. He tried to focus on where he was, who he was, what he was saying, anything. But it all became blurry and faded into darkness. Within seconds, he fell over on the couch, unconscious.
Beth had heard the conversation, even though the voices had been muffled by whatever Greg had placed over the phone. She had heard Greg ask his last question, and had heard his voice fade into nothing. She then heard what sounded like a body collapsing onto a couch. It took all of her willpower to refrain from shouting out to him. She wanted desperately to know what had happened. The next thing she heard sent chills down her spine.
"I know you're listening, Mrs. Sanders. I allowed Greg to keep his cell phone with the hopes that he would call you." Beth heard papers and various other objects being shuffled around until finally, she heard the woman's voice crystal clear. "Your husband is a very clever man. But I am cleverer still. I have him where I want him, and I have no need of you anymore. I hope your last encounter with Mr. Sanders was a happy one, because you will never see him again." Before Beth could even form a response, the phone went dead.
She stood there for a few moments, at an absolute loss of what to do. Finally, the overwhelming weight of the situation hit her. The phone fell from her hands, dangling from the console, and she collapsed to the floor, tears cascading down her face.