A/N I don't own any of these characters, 'cept Beth.
Greg hit Jenny full on, and the two of them rolled across the carpet. The impact caught her unaware, but by the time she gained her bearings, Greg was in control of the situation. She was lying on her back, and Greg held her arms pinned to the floor. When Greg looked down at her, he found that she had a gun in her right hand. The sight of the weapon brought back images of Grissom's townhouse, images that included Beth and Grissom bound and gagged on the floor, a madman with a gun, and blood, lots of blood. The images were overwhelming and for a moment in time, all processes in his mind ceased. He froze, physically and mentally.
Every one of his muscles tensed. His grip on Jenny's arms increased ten-fold, to the point where he was hurting her. She struggled under his grip, but to no avail. She tried to regain control of her arms, and therefore the gun, but was unsuccessful. Greg's grip was too strong, and after a minute or so passed, he had cut off the blood flow to her hands. She couldn't even wiggle her fingers and the gun rolled to the floor.
Greg never took his eyes off the weapon. His eyes were locked on it while his mind played a horrific video account of the night he proposed to Beth. Only when the gun fell to the floor did Greg come out of his trance. In one fluid motion he grabbed the gun and put the safety on. Then, putting the gun in his belt, he stood, letting Jenny move about feely.
The first thing she did was rub her wrists in order to get the blood flowing again. "That's quite a grip you have, Greg." She stood slowly, still rubbing her wrists.
"Yea…" Greg mumbled, still trying to regain his composure. He shook his head, trying to shake the pictures out of his mind. "So where are we?"
"We're at my summer home. We're just outside Mount Charleston."
"Since when have you had a summer home?"
"Well, it belongs to my parents, but they rarely come out here anymore. So I kind of took it over as my own. It's my 'fortress of solitude,' I guess. No one knows it's here."
"Right. I've been missing what, a day or two? I give Beth, Grissom and the others a few more hours before they find me."
Greg watched Jenny with a cautious eye as she moved towards the couch. She sat down and eyed Greg, smiling. "You know, you're cute when you're flustered."
Greg knew he had won this particular battle. He had the gun, and Jenny was subdued. For now, he was safe.
Brass pushed the off-road vehicle to its limits, speeding across the uneven terrain that made up the service road. Beth was riding in the passenger seat, and the rest of the CSIs were in the back doing their best to remain seated as the vehicle bucked in protest to the combination of speed and bad road.
Within twenty minutes, they arrived at the trailer. The CSIs quickly vacated the vehicle and began a highly organized and thorough search of the trailer. Sara and Warrick searched the exterior of the trailer and surrounding woods for any evidence of Greg or anyone else. Grissom, Beth, Catherine, and Nick, searched the interior of the trailer, hoping to find something that would lead them to Greg. And Brass spoke with the officers who secured the trailer, with the hopes that they saw, heard, or smelled something that would indicate that someone was recently present.
Beth was the first to find anything of significance. "Greg was here."
"What did you find, Beth?" Grissom looked up from the kitchen sink.
She was kneeling on the floor, moving aside some trash when he saw what she had found. It was Greg's cell phone. Beth was careful not to touch it, because she knew that Greg's kidnapper had touched it and probably left fingerprints.
Grissom knelt down beside Beth and opened his kit. He pulled out his Red Creeper, his own personal brand of fingerprint powder, and carefully picked up the phone with a gloved hand. He began to dust the phone for prints and was glad to find quite a few prints. "Before we get too excited, we have to realize that some, if not all of these prints belong to Greg. But at least we now have a place to start." He lifted every print that he could and then placed the phone in an evidence bag.
"Grissom, come here." Catherine's voice came from the front end of the trailer.
"What do you have Catherine?"
"I have some mail, bills mostly. But they're all addressed to the same person, a Jennifer Langly. This might be the woman that Beth heard on the phone."
"Good. Beth found Greg's cell phone on the floor among some debris, so we know he was here at some point. I lifted fingerprints off the phone, but I'm not sure what to expect. I'll have Brass run a search on this Langly character. Maybe we'll get lucky."