Greg stopped halfway down the deserted highway, breathing hard. He had no idea where he was going or where he was. His life may have been spared for the moment being, but if he didn't find someway home soon, he was a goner anyway - it didn't matter that he'd lost David and Roger, for they were definitely not tagging along behind him. He looked down at the gun in his hand, and pocketed it. He had to preserve the fingerprints on it, even if his were overlapping them. If he had learned anything tonight, it was to stick to your job - and DNA was his current career.

Wiping away sweat from hid brow, he gazed across the wet road. It had finally stopped raining. Perhaps he had gotten far enough back towards Las Vegas that the weather was starting to turn for the better. He looked back over his shoulder, calm and confident. It wasn't impossible to hitchhike a ride back home - a car has passed him not 30 minutes ago. Had he not been running for his life, he would have hitched a ride.

"...so the both of you are brothers headed to Carson City?" asked Sara, squinting in the darkness. She could only tell that there were two of them, not their gender, age, or even a vague idea of what they looked like.

"Yep," said David, stepping backwards to hide Roger, who was pressed up against the car door. "Would you like a ride, Miss Sidle? It wouldn't be much trouble for us."

"No, no, I just need to look at a map. Do you have one?"

David looked scornfully at her. She was ruining his plans, just like her coworker. All the luck for a CSI to come when the other had run away...it would be just plain stupid to let them both get away. He had to do some quick thinking. If she didn't want to get in the car, he'd have to get her in the car himself. He knew she was armed and his brother's firearm was no longer available, so it would be no use to draw a weapon upon her, for it would surely mean his untimely defeat. He would have to trick her..somehow.

"Yeah, it's in my car. Let me show you the way..." He made his way towards Roger's vehicle, which was closer to the road.

"On second thought," said Sara. She had just taken a small flashlight out of a pocket and used it to look around the enclosement. "If you're brothers, why do you have two cars here?" She brought the flashlight around to David's face as he stepped in front of Roger again and the light reflected off his glasses.

He stammered, thinking about what to do and what to say. If he wasn't careful, he could lose his second chance. "W-we, uh, c-come from different places. Yeah. You know...we ..erm..wanted to meet up. See, he lives in, uh, V-Vegas, and I'm from...Las Angeles."

Sara raised an eyebrow. He could tell she wasn't really buying this but was too confused to try and figure out otherwise. "So...you're just going to leave one of these cars here and carry on together in one car? Or are you meeting here for a reason?"

David smiled nervously and wiped away sweat. She was tough. It felt like he was already in the interrogation room. He half wondered if she had figured him out long ago and was just playing him.

"Move it, dammit," gasped Roger, still huddled against the car. "I can't breathe here."

"So, um, would you like me to show you the map?" asked David, ignoring the complaints of discomfort behind him. "Just..this car, here."

He was relieved when she obliged, and walked slowly towards Roger's car, before turning quickly. David stepped in front of his brother a third time. "Where is your brother?" She ran the small flashlight up and down him like a spotlight before noticing a second pair of shoes by the pavement. "What's he doing there? Shouldn't you be giving him some room for breathing, maybe?"

"Well...see..." said David, but he was spared of thinking up a phony explanation by a call from the road.

"Sara!" came Warrick's voice. "Let's go, come on. We have to go find Greg, there's no more time to spare here!"

Sara turned. Warrick was right, they had to go before it was too late. She made her way back towards her friends.

"No, wait!" thought David desperately. Dammit! Now they'd lost their chance. The only good news was the wild goose chase they were on. They weren't going to find Greg. In fact, if they were lucky, the little weasel would be dead from dehydration before they found him, especially if they weren't going to get to Carson City and find out he wasn't there until too late. Even so...it would have been great to get the job done.

A sudden harsh, hacking sound came from behind him. David turned to find Roger on the ground, leaning over and coughing his lungs out. Sara turned to see what was going on and saw him doubled over like that. She dropped her flashlight and ran to the side of the coughing victim. "Are you alright?" she asked, falling to her knees and putting an arm around him as Roger began wheezing. She turned to David. "What's wrong with him?"

"I - I have no idea!" he answered honestly. "It sounds like he has asthma or something."

Sara pulled out he cell phone and called 911. "We need an ambulance on the side of the I15, bad asthma attack. How long will that be?" Roger picked his head up slightly and gasped, "Can you take me to the hospital..please?"

Sara abandoned the call and put away her phone. "Where's the hospital?" She demanded, grabbing the keys from David's hand. She opened the driver's side door and got in the front. David brought his coughing brother into the back and sat next to him, holding him steady as he let out violent gasps and shuddered.

"There's one right off the I15," said David. "Just a few miles from here."

"Alright." Sara turned the key and the engine started. As she pulled on the road, she rolled down the window and shouted into the night "Nick! Warrick! I'm going to the hospital! Good luck finding Greg!" With that, she sped away into the unknown, relying on the strangers in the backseat to give her directions.

A few minutes passed and Sara kept driving intently. In the back seat, David leaned over to his brother. "Bloody brilliant," he whispered, and they exchanged a smile.