A/N I'm sorry this chapter took so long to post. My laptop crashed and I lost everything. I only recently had it fixed, but I have to start from scratch. If the tone of this chapter and subsequent chaptersseems different, it's because it is. I had a hard time trying to get back in the swing of things. Let me know what you think.

A/N I don't own any of these characters, except for Jennifer Langly and Beth Sanders. Everyone else belongs to CSI and so on and so forth.

-

The CSIs made good time in returning to the park entrance. Now that they knew where they were going, time seemed to move faster. When they reached the welcome center, Brass threw the Hummer in park and everyone jumped out. By the time he had returned the keys to the park ranger, everyone had settled into their respective vehicles and was anxiously waiting to depart.

Brass leapt into the cruiser, turned on the lights, and sped out of the earthen parking lot, spitting up dirt and gravel in the process. The Tahoe followed suit, as Grissom pushed the pedal to the floor.

As she watched the mountain park give way to civilization, Beth could only hope that they would find Greg, and he would be fine.

Greg and Jenny were laughing and having a grand old time over dinner when a realization hit Greg. "Jenny, it just occurred to me. When Beth and the others come to 'rescue' me, and they find us here, relaxing and eating dinner, what are they going to think?"

A puzzled look came over Jenny's face. "You know, I'm not sure. I suppose we'll just tell them the truth. And if they don't buy it, then we'll wing it from there?"

"I guess that's the best we can do. Let's hope that they believe us. If you ask me, the whole thing does seem kind of unbelievable. Is there anything that can back it up?"

"Well, there should still be some propoxyphene in your system-"

"What! You drugged me with propoxyphene? Do you realize that you could have put me in a coma?"

"Greg, maybe you forgot. I went to school for biochem. I did my research. I knew what I was doing."

"Still! It was propoxyphene… Causes seizures, coma, loss of consciousness and the like…"

"I know, and all you did was lose consciousness, just as I wanted."

"Still. There had to be an easier way to do that."

"Well, it worked, and now you have an alibi. You were drugged."

"Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better."

"You're right. There were other things I could have done that wouldn't have put your life in danger or disrupt your life in such a manner. I'm sorry, Greg. Whatever happens today, I just want you to know that I love you and I always will. And I'm glad we got the chance to talk."

Before he could respond, she rose from the table and headed into the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she poured herself a glass of soda. She then grabbed a knife and proceeded to chop something into small pieces. He couldn't tell what it was, since her back was to him. When she was done with the knife, she placed it in the sink. Greg noticed a white powdery residue on the blade, but didn't give it a second thought until he saw her collect a fine white powder from the counter and pour it into her drink. When he realized what she was doing, he stood with such force that his chair flew back to the floor behind him. But by the time he had reached her, she had ingested all of the contents of the glass.