Okay many apologies for this chapter, I may rewrite it because I can't decide on how to continue. Also sorry for the long wait, been quite ill for a while and everything's just caught up with me…again.

"David?" Brass walked into the interview room with a cup of coffee. He set it down in front of the man and took a seat. "This apocalypse can only be done with a chosen host a person to pass the energy through, but I'm a bit confused as to where this energy comes from."

"So you know of our Lord?" David exclaimed over his coffee cup.

"A bit." Brass said, watching the man brighten up and set the coffee down.

"Our Lord needs energy of humans." David explained, his hands becoming very animated in his explanation.

"So you kill them to feed your Lord with energy?"

"No! We never kill them; we merely borrow their life energy and store them in the Jars Of Night. We keep these jars until the final ceremony and then when we call forth our Lord for the last time he takes the jars, the last people and the chosen one."

"The chosen one?" Brass asked.

"The man who worships and knows of our Lord, but who has turned from his path."

"Greg?" Brass gasped.

"Yes, that was his name." David smiled, clasping his hands together.

"Then what?" Brass asked, trying to keep his cool. He had read and re-read Greg's books over to find the basics but was still confused.

"Our Lord will feed off their energies, feed off your Greg and then come to our realm entirely to rule over us all." David exclaimed gleefully.

Brass smiled slightly as he pulled a file up off his lap and pushed it to the centre of the table. "I've been doing my homework." Brass said, opening the file and pulling out the pictures. "As has Greg." He spread the photos out so David Carlton could see them clearly. "I found other worshipers of your Lord. And this is what happened to them." He pointed to three pictures.

David leant forward and took in the sight. The photos showed a man just about eaten alive and a woman who had her throat slashed. The last picture was a man with half of his face missing. What was left of his face was painted and twisted up in horror and pain. David sat back looking very pale.

"That's what would happen to you." Brass stated, pointing out the other photos. "All these idiots thought they could do something great, their Lord didn't come sot hey sacrificed each other. Nothing happened, no one came."

"No! Our Lord came for us…"

"That herb you burnt," Brass started pushing a piece of paper over to David. "Is this it?"

"Yes." David said, looking at the familiar flowering herb.

"It's a hallucinogenic." Brass continued. "What you all saw was just what your mind wanted to see. There is no Demon, no Lord and that woman is not the Lady of Shadow or what ever she claims to be. She has a personal vendetta against the CSI team." Brass set down the last of the sheets. "This is where you started." Brass pointed to the map and began to explain the link of people, each of them having a connection to the team, the crime lab or police.

"But the last of ours were ordinary people." David stated defiantly.

"They were just to get the team on working." Brass answered back, growing ever more angry at the man.

"Those people are fine anyway. No one's dead." David continued with his defence.

"Yeah right!" Brass shouted pulling out the photos at the bottom of the pile on the table. David gasped and fell back out of his chair.

"No!" he screamed. "That's not true! Your lying!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face.

"We can get you off lightly for this." Brass said, suddenly feeling sorry for this guy. "You were manipulated and under influence of drugs." Brass explained. "Just help me find my team. Tell me where they are and who your leader is."

David looked up as the tears flowed. "Mrs Marlow." He sobbed. "She got us into it. She took them out here." He pointed to the enlarged map of Vegas. "We took the team out with the van while she drive Greg out in her car."

Brass looked at the spot David was pointing to, it was miles out of the city and was a single farmhouse no doubt abandoned.

"Thank you!" Brass said, moving to the door to get a team together.

"You better hurry." David whispered, just loud enough to hear. "They'll be dead in an hour."

And then Brass was off.

"Guys?" Warrick shouted, trying his best to drive and look at the mass of bodies in the back.

"Any body hit?" Nick asked, motioning for Warrick to keep driving. Leaning back he pulled Sara and Catherine up and watched as Grissom cradled Greg's head on his chest.

"No, it just missed us." Grissom answered. "Greg just collapsed."

"He needs help." Warrick said, seeing the city appearing above the horizon.

"Concussion." Sara said helping Catherine sit back, still holding her ribs.

"I'm thinking internal." Grissom said, holding up the tip of his fingers to show fresh blood. He carefully sat Greg back and made sure he could still breath.

"What now?" Nick asked.

"We get to a hospital and a phone."

Tygerwind8 thank you for all your help and to everyone for reviewing, I'm near the end so tell me any suggestions or if I should re-write this chapter. thanks