Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, nor will I come into the possession of CSI during the writing of this fanfiction to my knowledge; I would like to further state that I do not have ANY affiliation with anything or anyone concerning CSI (Jerry Bruckheimer, William Peterson, CBS, etc.). I would also like the state that the idea of having Greg's name being Gregers instead of Gregory was first seen by myself in another fanfiction on this site, and I wanted to state that to cover all of my bases. The only character that I fully own, mind, body, and soul, is Erzsébet; she is created from my own mind.

The words went down onto the paper as Erzsébet sat in her car outside her fiancé's apartment building; he would be inside now, sleeping like a rock that wouldn't wake until his alarm went off. A chunk of her hair, some dark brown and some color "Pretty Flamingo" dropped over her face and the paper as she finished the note, and she just pushed it out of the way.

Taking a deep breath, Erzsébet tucked the note into her pocket and pulled a hood over her head; the rain had been coming down in torrents in Atlanta, but she just hoped that it would let up enough for her plane to take off in four hours. Her best friend Jessamyn was going to drive her, so Erzsébet's time to drop off the note was limited; she was supposed to get married in a month, and here she was taking off to what?

Whatever her reason, it was strong enough to cause her to go. As she took the note out of her pocket the moment she reached her fiancé's door, she felt the need to scan it once:

Sarò indietro, Matt, prometto. Devo occorrere appena un certo tempo me, mi distendo; lo sforzo di questo evento sta ottenendo essere troppo ed essere qui non sta andando aiutare. Per il momento in cui traduciate questo, probabilmente sarò indietro livellare. Non si preoccupi prego.

Erzsébet took a deep breath, she signed her name, and kissed it before sliding it under his door. As she turned to go, she thought she heard some sounds coming from inside, but shook it off. It was too early in the morning for her to be analytical. By the time the sun had only been raised for a few hours, she would be in Las Vegas, Nevada, and hopefully within the comfort of her sister's apartment; hopefully, too, her sister would recognize her, as they hadn't seen each other in many years, since their mother had gone wonky.

Now if only she could find her friend from San Gabriel...