A/N I don't own any regular CSI characters...

Grissom and the others continued to search the trailer while Brass called the Las Vegas Police Department to get some background information on Jennifer Langly. The CSIs didn't want to wait around while Brass was on the phone. They did not idle well. And they had found what they were looking for: a lead. They were no longer following vague wisps of clues, they had a definitive direction. So they continued working, searching the trailer for anything else that might lead them to Greg.

Within fifteen minutes, Brass had all of the information he needed. He called the CSIs together to let them know what he found out. "Guys! I need you over here!" He did not have to wait long for Grissom, Beth, Catherine, Warrick, Nick, and Sara to all assemble. "I called HQ regarding this Jennifer Langly character. It seems she and Greg have a bit of a history. They were dating in college. She wanted to marry him, he wasn't ready. Apparently, Greg proposed to her one night when he was drunk. She overreacted when he tried to withdraw his proposal the next morning when he had sobered up. She threw a heavy glass vase at him, giving him a concussion and sending him to the hospital. Things escalated from there. She threatened him via phone and mail, and she even tried to see him. He didn't know how to react. He got a restraining order against her. She violated it within a day. In the end, he was forced to call the cops, but not before she promised that it would not be the last time he saw her, etc. Well, it looks like she delivered on that promise. And—"

"But where is he now?!" Beth had jumped up and interrupted him.

"I was about to say, I also found out that her parents have a summer home near here. It's about half an hour east of here. The house was actually up for sale at one point, but it looks like they decided to leave it to their daughter."

"Let's go!" Beth was already racing to the Hummer. She had jumped into the passenger's seat before anyone had even moved.

The other CSIs soon followed suit, and piled into the vehicle. Brass sped back towards the welcome center where they had left the cruiser and the Tahoe.

When Greg and Jenny had been dating, they often prepared meals for each other, since both of them were gifted in the kitchen. And nothing had changed. Jenny was still as good a cook as ever. She had rounded up some pasta and various sauces and created a masterpiece of a meal. They sat together at a small round table, eating and catching up on things gone by.

"So Greg," she spoke without looking up from her plate, "You're a married man now."

"Yes I am. And I've never been happier." An uncomfortable silence settled in for a few brief moments. "Don't get me wrong Jenny, if things had gone differently, I could have been happily married to you. I was just a bit more patient than you, and it cost us both in the end. But I finally met someone who is as patient as I am."

"Greg, tell me about her."

Greg smiled. "Well, I met Beth four or five years ago, five I think. I had been working at the Las Vegas Crime Lab for a bit, when my supervisor informed me that they were getting another lab tech. Said lab tech was Beth Morstan, and we hit it off immediately. And everyone around noticed, too. We stayed friend for four long years until I finally asked her to be my girlfriend. It was the weirdest thing. I knew she loved me, and she knew I loved her… But something inside me made me wait. And she was patient in waiting for me. After a month of dating, I asked her to marry me—"

"Tell me about your proposal."

Greg and Jenny talked as though nothing had ever come between them. And each of them felt as though a gaping wound within their soul had finally healed.