A/N I don't own these characters, CBS does. I only own Beth and Jenny.

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Brass shut his lights off and lowered his speed as he approached the Langly summer home. When he rounded what he hoped was the last corner, the home finally came into view. It was easy to see that it was occupied since many of the lights were on. He slowly pulled his cruiser up towards the front of the house and radioed back to Grissom in the Tahoe. "Grissom, Warrick and I are going to enter the house from the front. I need you and Nick to enter from the back, guns drawn and ready for anything."

"Copy that, Brass."

Grissom parked the Tahoe near the rear of the house and instructed Catherine and Sara to ready their weapons and search the exterior of the house for potential escape points, while he and Nick entered the house. "Grissom, what am I supposed to do?"

The voice belonged to Beth. Grissom knew she was only a lab technician and didn't have a weapon. "Beth, I need you to stay in the car. We will let you know when the scene is clear for you to enter." He could tell she was not happy, but she agreed to wait in the Tahoe.

Greg grabbed Jenny by the shoulders and shook her violently. "What was that?"

She looked away and he shook her harder. He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look him in the eye. "Dexedrine."

"God, Jenny. How much?" She didn't respond, so he shook her again.

"Enough, alright?"

"Damn you Jenny. You're not dying in my arms." Before he had a chance to do anything, she began to convulse. He hurriedly picked up her convulsing body and placed her on the lush carpet in the sitting room. He held her head and did his best to stabilize her body while it shook uncontrollably.

"Las Vegas Police! Open the door!" Brass heard no response, so he threw the door open and entered, gun drawn. Warrick followed close behind. They didn't see anyone at first, but when they entered the sitting room, they found who they were looking for. Greg was sitting on the floor with Jennifer Langly's head in his lap while her body suffered violent seizures.

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm fine. She overdosed on Dexedrine. And if she doesn't get medical attention within the next ten minutes, she's going to die."

"Greg, there's no way we can get anyone here that fast."

"I know. And I think she knew that, too." Her body stopped convulsing shortly thereafter, and her pulse dropped to a dangerously low rate. He continued to hold her as Grissom, Nick, Catherine, and Sara entered the house. Brass stepped away from the small crowd and called for an ambulance, knowing full well that it would not make a difference in the end.

Greg began to tear up, in spite of himself. Grissom knelt beside him. "Greg, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but—"

"Greg, listen to me. You've been through a traumatic experience. Let us handle it from here on in, okay?"

"No." His answer was barely audible. When he looked up to Grissom, tears were falling freely from his eyes. "She was my friend. At least let her die in the arms of someone she loved."

Grissom could only imagine what had happened between Greg and his captor, but he knew that they had shared a history, so he respected the young chemist's wishes and stepped back. Jenny died two minutes later, only six minutes after ingesting the pills.

He closed her eyes and gently placed her head on the floor. He stood slowly, reaching out for the couch to brace himself.

Beth, not able to handle the suspense anymore, left the confines of the Tahoe and entered the house. When she saw Greg bracing himself on the couch, she ran to him. She threw her arms around him and the two collapsed to the ground. She softly cried into his shoulder as he stared off into space.

"Greg, are you okay?"

He slowly came out of his trance-like state and realized the confusion and pain that Beth must have been felt. He started to massage her back and when he spoke, his voice was full of emotion. "Give me some time and I'll be fine."

She didn't ask any more questions, knowing that all would be explained in due time. For now, she just remained in his embrace, thankful to be reunited with him once again.