Before I start the chapter, I have something to address. A reviewer who has been thinking very logically about this fanfiction has posed an interesting question, and I would like to answer it.

The Question: " Didn't Sara clearly see Roger's face on both the video and the database?
Since she was thinking about finding Greg, wouldn't it follow that she would recognize his kidnapper and not get into a car with him?"

The Answer: I tried to put in some details to make the answer to this more clear, but apparently, it's not clear enough. So, I'll go over it.

(a) Although Sara, along with Nick and Warrick, were looking hard at the security video, it is pixilated, and therefore hard to see detail. She says she recognized him in the database because of his "stupid haircut," because nothing else was clear enough. But she did have the database picture she printed out...

(b) David was blocking Roger from view.

(c) By the time Sara was about to get a good look at Roger, she was called back to the road by Warrick. And once her attention was taken back by the brothers, she had dropped her flashlight in order to get over to the person who was having an "asthma attack." And now, the only view of him she had was in dark profile, as his head was close to and facing the ground.

(d) Sometimes, emotions mess with our own sense of logic, and other emotions. The desperation of finding Greg was overcome by the need to get this man to a hospital. Needing to leave a car for the others to go get Greg, she got into the car with two complete strangers.

I hope this answered your question!

They had just made it back to the car when Sara pulled out in a car out of nowhere and she shouted something about going to a hospital. Nick thought this strange - where had that care come from and why had she gone to a hospital? Being a CSI three, he put two and two together; there must be an emergency...someone had probably pulled over on the road in need of aid and Sara was taking their car to the emergency room..because Nick and Warrick needed this car to find Greg. Remembering this, he snapped out of deep thought.

"Come on, Warrick, let's go, there's no time to lose!"

But Warrick stared after the car that had just left. Nick went up to him and tugged on his sleeve. "C'mon, man. Let her go, she knows what she's doing. It's an emergency. Now we gotta go get our little buddy."

Warrick still didn't budge. He lifted a finger and pointed into the abyss. "That car," he said, "that was a Nissan Altima."

"Your point?" said Nick cluelessly, still yanking at Warrick's sleeve. What was with this guy? A few minutes ago, he was yelling for Sara to get in the car, and now he was struck still in the middle of nowhere. "This is no time to be gawking after a car just because it has hot taillights. We're on an active case, here!"

"This is important!" said Warrick, shrugging Nick off his arm. "Don't you remember our first clue?"

"Sure," said Nick. "The blurry picture on the security tape, later rendered pointless by the fingerprint on the -"

"You really don't pay attention," said Warrick. "That was your first clue. Remember when Sara ran outside...Catherine said the word 'car'? Come on, how dense are you!" Warrick knew he shouldn't be yelling and that Nick was smart, but just blinded by desperation. So, he decided just to tell the guy what he was talking about. In turn, Nick became angry as well.

"If that's the suspect's car, what are you waiting for?" Nick asked. "Call her!"

Warrick was smart enough to know there was no time to argue anymore. He took out his cell phone and called Sara on speed dial. Nick looked out to where the car had emerged from and saw a dark figure; a second car. He took out his mini maglight and approached it with caution. When it was clear no one was around, he ran the light over the car, staring at its interiors for clues. "Greg?" he whispered, looked over the backseat. But no one answered.

"Damn!" said Warrick, slapping down the cover of his phone. "She didn't answer! Nick, this is bad."

"If...that's the perp..." Nick thought out loud, "then...Greg should be with them!" He frowned. "But it's a sedan. If Greg was there, she would have noticed it before she drove away."

"Unless he's in the trunk," said Warrick miserably. "And if we don't do something fast, the same thing could happen to Sara." There was a pause.

"Go, go after them," said Nick, pointing back towards the car on the road. "We don't want to give up on hope, on either of them. I've got a crime scene here that might lead us to Greg, if he's not in the direction you're headed. So, go! Ride! Off with you! Take the car, and get out of my sight!"

Night was coming on fast, and the road was becoming darker. Sara flipped on the brights, and stared out on the road, wide-eyed, trying to ignore the barrel of a gun on the back of her neck. The men in the backseat had said nothing, but she knew it was a gun. Nothing else would be so cold.

"What is it that you want?" asked Sara. She had connected the dots, but still was not absolutely sure that these were Greg's kidnappers. "You're Roger, aren't you?"

Roger smiled, arms folded. "Wow, we don't give you Vegas CSIs enough credit at my lab. Congratulations, you found the culprit. Too bad it won't help you much anymore. Now, hand over your cell phone."

Sara slowed down so she could reach into her pocket and get her phone, just as it rang. She paused in handing it over her shoulder.

"Let it ring," said David. "Now, hand it over, or you'll be dead earlier than you planned."

"Don't give me that b.s.," said Sara. "You both know damn well that if you shoot me now, this car will go veering off the road, possible into a large canyon, where you will be killed upon impact." Nevertheless, she gave them the joyously buzzing phone.

"You've got a lot of nerve," said David. "Your friend didn't mouth off like that."

These were the words Sara was waiting to hear. "Where's Greg!" she demanded.

David smirked. "Ooh, I seem to have touched a nerve," he said mockingly. "Don't worry about the little blonde boy. He's just fine, riding in the back with the spare tire."

"That's a lie!" Sara yelled, wanting to believe her words, but completely unsure. "Stop telling me bullshit!" She blinked tears out of her eyes and they flickered back to the road.

David switched the gun from his right hand to his left. Making her think Greg was dead would definitely discoordinate her at least a little bit. And now their plan could not fail, combining Sara's dulling senses with how much more wrathful David was now that his first shot was a flop. Failure had made the usually merciful man unsympathetic and vengeful. He had no intention of letting her live.

Roger, on the other hand, had been relieved by Greg's getaway. Although he mocked and made fun of Sara's situation, he was sure that in the end, the death of the CSI would be blamed on him. He was long from forgetting that David threatened him with a gun not long ago, and without his own weapon, he felt like a prisoner as well. He thought back on when Sara first came into the scene...he had only been thinking of the money, and how his brother really wanted to get this done. David was protecting him as he was talking to Sara. He was touched by the situation, and helped him out in trapping Sara in a closed vehicle in the middle of nowhere. Now that he thought about it, had the deed been done already, David would probably have let Sara arrest him. He doubted whether his brother would ever protect him again.

The fighting was far from over. David had just settled back, hand outstretched, combing the hair out of his eyes, when Sara hit the breaks and the car stopped short. He stumbled forward, and grabbed Sara around the neck for support. "I told you to wear a seatbelt," said Roger in a parental way. "Then, you would have been fine."

"I am fine," said David, out of breath and clutching Sara tightly. "What are you, my mother?" He took some time to breathe. "What the hell did you do that for? Try to throw me off? Well...that didn't work too well.."

"Stop being so arrogant," said Sara. " I wasn't trying anything. We almost hit a deer on the parkway."

David gasped. "Bloody vegetarian!" he yelled. "You should be worried about yourself, not a goddamn deer! Now, keep driving!"

"Okay, okay," said Sara, hitting the gas. "You really need to relax. Go get yourself a girlfriend."

"Excuse me?" said David, sitting back down and raising his eyebrows. "Are you calling me incapable of having a girlfriend? What makes you think I don't have one?"

"Well, you don't," said Roger, chiming in. "And it's kind of obvious. You yell a lot."

"I didn't ask you," said David. He gave Roger a cold look and then turned back to Sara. "Unless you were flirting with me to get out of your situation? I didn't think a CSI would do something like that -"

"Don't flatter yourself," said Sara. "I wouldn't go out with you if your little friend there paid me."

The color left David's face. He scowled. "This isn't exactly the best time for you to be insulting me. Let me remind you that I can pull the trigger any time I want. And if you weren't so afraid that I might, you wouldn't be driving this car right now."

Sara fell silent. She did keep driving, not because she was afraid he could kill her in the car. But she knew that if she stopped driving, he could take her out and kill her somewhere else.

It was getting later and later, and Greg was growing weary. He couldn't see anything, and his maglight was still in Roger's car, under the seat. He trudged onward, following the railing back to the city roads. He sat down, hungry and lonely. Ugh. "Wish I had my cellphone," he said. "I could order out. Get a pizza delivered in the middle of the highway."

His breath was short. He guessed that he was dehydrated, and despite how wet the ground was, he couldn't exactly lick the pavement to get a drink. "Need...sleep," he mumbled, and collapsed.