Here's the second chapter, it's short, I know, but I don't know when I'll be able to update again. More answers coming in the next chapter! Love all the reviews, and as we all know, they're what get me writing faster :D

Chapter Two: Mysteries abound

"How far are you headed?"

Greg shrugged his shoulders, turning to look down the long stretch of road. "As far as you're willing to take me I guess."

The truck driver looked at him skeptically, but shrugged her shoulders in the end. "Hop in then, I don't want to get behind."

Without hesitation he climbed in, using one hand to pull himself up that first step. He knew what he was doing was dangerous, that know would be the time to find a phone to call someone.

Still at the same time he couldn't find the strength to really care. He had gotten lost, in the middle of nowhere, miles away from any gas station. Part of him knew that by the time he found a way to get his car running again, the others would have already caught up to him.

He knew they were looking for him, he had read about it in the papers. Thankfully no one had posted pictures yet; or if they had no one had cared enough to call him in. Greg rested his chin in one had as the truck pulled back onto the road, lost in his own thoughts.

At first he hadn't thought too much of it. A simple dinner, a single night out. That's all it was...still, it had made him feel alive. The one person he ever truly cared about had finally noticed him. He had never pushed her, had never forced her. She came to him on her will. The next day he had gone in with high hopes.

Nothing much had transpired the next day, or the day after that. But the next night, she had taken him back to her place. He could still remember everything…the brush of her lips, the warmth of her hands…

Greg let out a solemn sigh, shifting uncomfortably. It had been a special night for him, one that he would remember always, but not in the way he first intended. He hadn't told anyone about it, but somehow word had gotten out. The following shift he had ended up dodging questions from his co-workers. The only one whom didn't seem to care was Grissom, but it wouldn't surprise him to no end if the older man had even heard them.

He should have noticed it then, Sara seemed uncomfortable, upset even. He hadn't asked, hadn't prodded. Part of him thought that it had been because of the night before, but those thoughts were dashed during their first break.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

Greg didn't even raise his head, declining the driver's offer quietly. He hadn't been hungry for quite a while now. He heard the driver shift across from him.

"Well, I never really introduced myself, the name's Amy, Amy Klein."

There was a moment of silence before he sat up some. "Greg…just Greg."

"You know," Amy started, turning to look at him. "I'm not an expert in psychology or anything, but….something's wrong…do you want to talk about it?"

Sara pushed the loose strands of hair from her face as she hurried into his office. Grissom didn't even need to look to know that it was her, calmly motioning for her to take a seat, one that she ignored.

"I just got off the phone with the company; Greg cancelled all his credit cards last Tuesday, and pulled all his money out of savings about an hour later. That's pretty drastic if you ask me."

Grissom looked through the records calmly, shaking his head. "He's making sure we can't follow him."

Sara bit her bottom lip, looking down. It had been four days now since his disappearance, and they were running out of leads. It was hard to believe, but the further they got, the more it looked as though Greg had actually vanished.

A knock on the door alerted the pair that they weren't alone, and Sara looked up quickly as Mia walked into the office. "The fingerprint Sara found on the empty medicine bottle belongs to Greg, and the substance Nick collected from the drain matches the prescription on the bottle."

"So he dumps sleeping pills down the drain?" Grissom mused lightly, "Why?"

Mia shook her head slowly, "I can't give you that answer. But by the amount that was found in the drain I can assure you it's unlikely he tried to OD."

"Greg's not suicidal," Sara corrected her firmly, meeting her gaze evenly.

"You'd be surprised what someone can do when they're irrational," Grissom pointed out, his hands folded on top of the report.

Sara was about to protest, but was cut short as Brass stepped inside, working his way around Mia. "Kansas state police just called, they pulled an abandoned car off the side of the side of back road near Dodge City. They ran a license plate number; it came back to a Mr. Gregory Sanders."

"I'm going," Sara said quickly, already leaving the office. Grissom let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "Make sure Nick and Warrick get there as well."

Brass nodded shortly, pausing before he left. "You think anything criminal is going on here?"

"It's hard to tell Jim," Grissom shrugged his shoulders. "If we don't find anything that proves otherwise soon, we're going to have to close the case."

"What about Greg?" Mia asked, "We just can't forget about him."

"Sometimes the right thing to do isn't always the easiest."

TBC