Disclaimer: Why, yes, I am Carol Mendohlsohn, and I do own CSI…whoops! It was just a dream. Oh! And I also don't own Lost. How disheartening. I don't even own a car.

Spoilers: Ummm, let's just say all the seasons, but disregard Mea Culpa

A/N: Okay, so all of you who asked me if Greg got on the plane, here's your answer. Hope it's to your liking!

What Am I to Do Now?

"Stupid cabbie, doesn't even know where the airport is," Greg mumbled as he paid the cabbie and exited the cab. He felt as though he were on the Amazing Race, the dreaded language barrier. He took his luggage from the trunk and ran as fast as he could to the desk.

"Hi, I'm here for the flight to Honolulu," he said, out of breath.

"I'm sorry, sir, but that plane has just taken off," the clerk explained, "We can try to get you on the next flight, which will be tomorrow."

"Yes! Please! I need to get to Honolulu."

The clerk typed something into the computer, as Greg anxiously awaited her answer.

"Okay, you're all set. You'll be on the next flight which leaves at 10 AM tomorrow morning," she smiled.

"Thank you thank you thank you so much!" he said, a smile sprouting to his face.

Greg picked up his gear and decided to get some food while he was here. He entered the lounge and sat at the bar. In one corner of room was a big screen television, which was currently on the news channel.

"We have a breaking story that just came in not but one minute ago. Flight 157, carrying 200 passengers has just crashed somewhere en route to Honolulu. The only source we have of this is the airport located on the island. They said the last message sent was 'Calling for help, we're going down.' The co-ordinates are unknown and we can only assume that everyone is safe. More on this story as it breaks."

Greg felt all the blood flowing from his body. He prayed it wasn't the plane he was supposed to board. He fished out his cell phone and immediately started to dial the numbers of his friends. No answer, just the same 'The caller has their phone turned off' droning message. He stared transfixed on the television, awaiting another little blurb about the crash. He couldn't see anymore; his eyes were filled with tears as the realization hit him. They could be dead.

Back to....

Catherine awoke what felt like hours later. She sat up, trying to make heads or tails of where she was. Her head was throbbing, and she couldn't see anyone else. Fear instantly rose up as she looked around for Lindsey. When she could only see lush greenery and the dirt below her, she started to yell.

"Lindsey! Lindsey!"

"Hey! I hear someone over there, in the forest," a voice was saying. She didn't recognize the voice, but at least it was someone.

A tall thin man in his early thirties appeared through the palms of some bushes.

"She's here! I found her!" He yelled. He offered his hand to help her up, and she accepted.

"What happened? Where's my daughter?" Catherine kept asking repeatedly.

"Don't worry ma'am. Everyone that survived is being taken to the beach. There are some criminalists there who are going to try to piece together what went wrong," The man explained.

"I know them! I mean, I'm one of them," She explained as she followed him to the brightly lit beach.

"Great," He smiled.

The sun hit Catherine like a bullet. It was really sunny, unlike the dark clearing she was just in.

"Hey fellas! I found another one!" He called to a group of people. Fifteen heads turned to face them, five of them she recognized.

"Mom!" Lindsey squealed as she ran up to her mother.

"Lindsey!" Catherine hugged her daughter and tried to hold back her tears.

Nick, Warrick, Sara and Grissom all walked up to meet Catherine.

"See Cath, I told you I'd protect her," Nick said, his twang ever present.

Catherine looked at him with a smile plastered on her face.

"And I'm eternally grateful, Nick, I truly am," she let go of her daughter for a minute. "Do you guys know who that guy was who found me?"

"Yeah, his name is Carson Davis. He's an architect from Plymouth," Sara explained. She had written down everyone's name in a notebook that had managed to survive the wreck, along with a pen that was in her pocket.

"Sara has everything written down, so if you need to know anyone's name, just ask, but I don't see how it'd be hard to keep everybody straight," Warrick added, scanning the crowd sitting by the fuselage.

"The pilot and co-pilot are presumed dead, since we can't seem to find them. My guess is they ejected somewhere over the ocean; where is unclear," Grissom pointed out.

They all looked out over the water, expecting to see a life raft or cruise ship go by so they could be rescued. No such luck.

"Anyone have a radio?" Catherine asked, Lindsey still in her clutches.

"Yeah, but the battery is pretty low on it," Nick said.

"Well, let's go meet our new neighbors, " Catherine joked as the rest of the team lead her down to their island mates. This would be called home, for now.

TBC

A/N: I hope that answered your "What happened to Greg?" question. Oh, and as always, review!