Phone on his ear, Nick sat on the side of the road waiting for someone to answer his call. He had searched the car and area around, bagged as much evidence, took as many photos as he could gather, and had still found no trace of Greg. This car was so clean he was sure it was pretty new; all he managed to get were some prints off the wheel and a few fragments of God-knows-what from the trunk and backseat. And now he was stuck in the middle of the highway. He hoped Warrick had not abandoned him in vain, and that he would be able to catch the perpetrators before they killed again - because the doubt in his mind that Greg was dead was dimming by the minute.

At long last someone picked up. "Finally!" he said. It was Catherine. He thought for a second of what to tell her and she waited. Then he began, "Listen, I don't know how to tell you this..."

All the events that went on that day made Roger look bipolar. But he had no idea how he was supposed to act some of the time. It certainly wasn't appropriate to be smiling when there was a gun pointed at his face; yet the next moment he was smiling in triumph. All these emotions were making him feel just one - stupid. "What a day," he sighed and stretched out in the back, watching his brother to see if he was still angry from Sara's insults. David was showing no emotion, but his trigger finger was twitching and he was drumming his fingers on his lap; in short, he looked a little bit nervous.

"Pull over, girly," he ordered suddenly, and the car was brought to the side of the road. "Here, Roger, you take over." He handed his brother the gun. Roger stared down at it for a second and then looked up for an explanation. But David has walked off. He looked out at the empty landscape and lit up a cigarette.

Roger walked over to Sara's door and knocked on it. What luck that David needed to stop for a smoke; this was the opportune moment he needed. "Hey," he said, "get out of the car. I need to talk to you."

"Ah, Nick," muttered Catherine to herself. "Why does he make me the taxi? Do I look like I have the time to pick him up at random intervals?" She pulled onto the highway, searching left and right for Nick - until something else was caught in her headlights.

There was something large lying across the road, bigger than a deer and definitely less furry. Catherine pulled her head out the window to get a better view. It was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans: a person. She ran out of the car at once, taking out her cellphone in case she needed an ambulance...or the coroner. As she kneeled down next to the body, she was relieved to see that there was no blood. She placed her hand past the familiar spiky hair on the neck to check a pulse...yes, there was one, but it was weak.

"Send an ambulance to the I15, we're on the side of the road..." she trailed off as she turned the body over and saw the boy's face. "...nevermind," she added, smiling and getting some water from her car.

Greg opened his eyes as the water trickled down his throat. He sat up after drinking a bottle or two. "Thanks, Cath," he said. "Can we get a pizza now?"

"Later," Catherine answered, but she looked at him puzzled and concerned. She put her hands on his shoulders. "Greg, tell me what happened."

"So why are you doing this?" Sara asked, sitting down on the railing between the highway and the desert land behind her. Roger was beside her, but he was not threatening her in any way. The firearm was held to the ground.

"I'm going to jail either way," he answered. "I mean, I did kidnap someone. But I know that David wants you dead. And ultimately, you're death is gonna be by my hands forcefully, or I'm gonna be blamed for it anyway. I don't want to kill anyone; I just wanted some cash."

Sara sniffed. "So it's just because you don't want to do jail time? And you think I'll get you off if you rescue me?"

"No, not at all!" He shook his head. "You have me all wrong..."

"If you knew this all along, that I was going to be killed, why did you trick me into getting into the car with you!" Sara fumed.

"I don't know!" Roger said at last. "I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to help my brother, maybe I was afraid he would kill me, too. I don't know. But it's not like I'll figure out the reason now. So whether you help me or not should have nothing to do with what I did before." He turned his back on her and walked a few feet up the road before turning around.

"So...so do you have a plan on how we're supposed to carry this out?" Sara asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Um...no," admitted Roger.

Sara sighed. "I'm sure I can figure out something," she said, folding her arms.

"So-so you're obliging?" Roger said, smiling.

"Like I have a choice," said Sara, noting the gun in his hand. "Only...one more question."

Roger looked up. "Yeah?"

"Give me one good reason," she sighed, "why the hell I should trust you."

"Was this the man who kidnaped you?" asked Nick, showing the picture of Roger Mason they printed out.

Greg looked away. "I told you," he said, "he didn't kidnap me. I went with him of my own free will. He just took me...somewhere else than where I thought. It was my own fault. I'm sorry."

"Just answer the question, Greg," said Catherine desperately. This wasn't working out so well. She didn't understand Greg's story in the slightest, but giving him a day to rest up before he told it might give the kidnappers enough time to get away with Sara, even if Warrick was chasing them.

"Yes," said Greg. "That's Roger. He's the good one."

"There is no good one, dammit!" said Nick, who was also frustrated. "They're both guilty. With your help, Greg, they're both going to be caught and they're both going to jail."

"No, Nick," said Greg. "Roger didn't try to kill me. He should get less of a sentence than David. David tried to get Roger to kill me."

Nick slapped his forehead and paced back and forth in Greg's office. "In your story," he said slowly, trying to make a point, "you said that Mason, using a fake CSI ID, told you that he could get you a job as a CSI in Carson City. He then drove you to a secluded part of the I15 and took you out of the car by force. Then, he was told to kill you, but you ran away. When you were brought back, he turned his gun on you, correct?"

"Very good, Nick. I didn't think you were actually paying attention."

Nick let the insult slip by. "So, he lied to you, kidnaped you, and tried to kill you twice! What exactly makes this guy good?"

"You don't understand," said Greg. "Both times, he didn't end up doing it, and it wasn't his fault when he tried. He let me escape, and he risked his life the second time. Don't you get it yet? He risked his life letting me escape! He had a gun at his back, and he still let me go!"

"What was the name of the other man who was there, again?" asked Catherine, giving Nick a look to stop him from debating Greg any further on this issue. "This man who held Mason at gunpoint?"

"I told you, David," he answered. "I think he was Roger's brother."

"Don't assume that," said Nick. "There's no way we know that for sure."

Greg blinked. He was right. But...they weren't brothers? How was that possible? They were acting so immature around each other, they just had to be.

"Oh, wait!" Greg just remembered the evidence he was harboring in his pocket. He took out Roger's gun and put it on the table in front of him. "This should have both their prints on it. We should be able to find out his last name from here."