A/N All CSI characters belong to CBS.

Greg paced the length of the room, his eyes never leaving Jenny. She, in turn, sat on the couch, legs crossed, watching him as he paced. For a solid few minutes, neither one of them spoke. It was Jenny who finally broke the silence. She let out a heavy sigh and dropped her eyes to the floor. "This isn't what I wanted at all."

Greg slowed his pacing until he came to a stop. "What did you think was going to happen?" His voice held no hostile tones, just curiosity. "You drugged me with God knows what and took me from everything that I know and love."

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "And you took from me everything that I knew and loved." She was not angry with him. She was simply stating the facts. "When you proposed that night…" She paused, looking for the right words. "I knew you were drunk, but I thought maybe you were finally able to speak your mind freely. You can never understand the pure joy and elation I felt. You meant everything to me, and I wanted to mean everything to you. And it was finally coming true." She averted her eyes as the tears began to fall. "But then you took that from me, and I wasn't even left with what we had in the beginning. All I wanted was for you to love me as much as I loved you."

Greg knew that Jenny was no longer a threat to him. She had just laid bare her soul to him. And he found himself feeling a bit of sympathy for her. He moved towards the couch and sat down beside her. "I'm sorry I caused you that much pain. I know what I did was wrong, and the fact that I was drunk when I did it doesn't take away any of the guilt. I truly am sorry."

They sat for a few minutes in silence, each one contemplating their actions in the past. This time, it was Greg's turn to break the silence. "How about we put this whole matter behind us, a mutual forgive and forget."

With a smile in her eyes, she agreed. "I'm sorry I threw that vase at you. Did it leave a scar?"

"Actually, I think it did." He felt through his hair for the scar, pointing it out to her when he finally found it.

"Enough of that. The past is forgiven and forgotten. Let's start fresh." She stood, reaching her had out to him. "Hi, my name is Jennifer Langly. What's yours?"

He reached out his hand and shook hers firmly. "Jennifer, my name is Greg Sanders. It's a pleasure to meet you. And if you don't mind, I'd like to use your phone."

"Sorry Greg, this place is pretty much cut off from all civilization. I have no phone. You're going to have to wait until your friends come and find you. You thought it would only be a few hours from now, right?"

"Yea, but it would have been nice to let Beth and the others know I was okay. What about your car? We had to get here somehow, didn't we?"

"Sorry, no luck there either. I was in an awful hurry to get you here and I think I broke an axle. I was taking the last corner rather sharp and I heard an awful crack. I lost all control and just barely managed to avoid the trees. Needless to say, I think we're stuck here until your friends come and rescue the both of us."

"What an interesting turn of events." Greg stood up and stretched. "So, what do you have for food in this place?"