Roger was taken by surprise at Sara's question. He never thought she would ask that. After a moment, he answered simply. "...because I let Greg escape."

Sara was not expecting that. She was so sure that he would use an old cliche like "because I'm your only hope," or "what other choice do you have," that a direct answer left her speechless. All she could manage to say was "..I...you...what?"

"Roger, let's go!" called David, running back to the car. "I think we're being followed." He shot a look at Sara as though it were her fault. It probably was. "Get in the front to keep an eye on her." He said "her" like she wasn't there, or like she didn't matter at all. Sara was too keen on Roger's explanation to care.

He glanced quickly at her. "You heard me," he whispered before grabbing her by the arm and ordering at her "Let's go!"

Sara slid back into the still-warm front seat and became prisoner again as David took back the gun. But she wasn't as afraid this time; she knew it was foolish, but she trusted Roger and believed him when he said that Greg was still alive and had escaped from their clutches. Although he could easily be tricking her, there was a fear in his voice that told her he was sorry for his wrongdoings.

"Where are we going, anyway?" asked Roger, his voice quavering slightly.

David rubbed his eyes. "Shutup!" He snapped. "I haven't gotten that far yet. Planning takes time."

"I thought you already had a plan," said Roger, careful not to let anyone cut him off. "You know - kill as CSI and then prove your Carson crew is better by solving the crime very easily..."

It was a good thing that David hadn't bothered to keep Sara covered yet, because Roger's words made him twitchy, and he pulled the trigger, firing a round through the windshield.

"Dave!" cried Roger. "My car!"

"Dammit, Roger!" David yelled back. "Would you mind not revealing our plans!"

"Sorry, I thought it would help you think of what to do next."

Sara looked sideways at him. He said that in front of her on purpose. Was he hoping David would finish her off with that gun blast, or was he trying to tell her their plans?

The road was long, it seemed, but as long as she kept on driving, she was safe. Maybe the long ride would give her time to think of a scheme to get away.

"David, is there any water back there? I really need a drink," Roger said out of the blue.

"Yeah, just a bit," said David, handing over a half-full bottle of water up to the front. Roger drank it quickly, and Sara could tell that he was forcing it down. What in the world was he doing? Was he planning to try and knock David out with his empty water bottle? No...he threw that out the window when he was finished. So what was his agenda?

"Got any more?" He asked. "I'm really thirsty."

"No," said David, looking around the backseat. "I see some tissues, paper towels, gum wrappers, a broken umbrella, melted candy bar...God, Roger, you should be raising pigs back here! Here, have some of my canteen. But don't drink it all." David handed over a small metal flask that was definitely filled with some sort of alcohol. Roger gave it back.

"How the hell do ya expect me to drive back when the task's complete if I'm drunk off my ass? I have a low alcohol tolerance, ya know!" Sara went pale. He was talking about driving back when they were done killing her. She slowed down the car. Maybe the person who was following them could catch up if she drove only 20 miles an hour.

David rolled his eyes. "What the hell do you want me to do, stop by a water fountain? Can't you wait until we get there?"

Roger shook his head. "No, I really need something now. I think I have some water in the trunk. Can you get it?"

Sara raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I get it," she thought, and smiled.

David looked at his brother suspiciously. "Why me?"

"Well...why not?" said Roger. "I can't get it, cos I don't trust you alone with the gun in my car. That itchy trigger finger of yours - you could really put a hole through it, Dave, and I just got it." Sara had to hand it to him - he was a really fast thinker.

David frowned. "You don't trust me? Come on, I'm your brother. Your own flesh and blood! We have the same parents! What's not to trust about me?"

"You don't seem to trust me," said Roger. "Acting all suspicious on me and the like."

"Fine." Then, David smiled maliciously. "I know," he said. "If you don't trust me in the car alone with the gun...how about if Sara gets the water?"

Roger turned quickly. Sara thought "Oh, shit!" But David continued to smile his evil smile. "How about it?" Roger repeated. "Um..that's fine. But what if she runs away?"

"She won't run away, you twit," said David, smacking Roger's head with a folded map, "because I'm going to be outside making sure she doesn't. And you can just stay here in the car sitting on your lazy ass. Pull over."

Again, Sara was pulled from her seat and brought outside into the cold. David pushed her towards the trunk of the car. Roger got out on the other side and watched over. His original plan was ruined, but he could still make up for it somehow.

"What are you doing?" asked David.

"Getting some fresh air," he answered. He looked around, trying to act casual. "I think it's in the back somewhere. You should reach in all the way there..."

Sara looked at him. He didn't have the best escape plans. She knew that he was hoping if she leaned in far enough, she'd fall in the trunk and he'd drive off, leaving David behind. But that wasn't going to happen. She looked at him and shook her head. "No, it's in the corner, here." She reached into a corner. But there wasn't any water there. The trunk was such a mess it was hard to believe he just got the car. She continued her search for the water.

The CSI database had finally figured out whose fingerprints were on the gun besides Roger's. Catherine pressed the "print" button, and shook her head in shame.

"It's a damn shame," said Catherine. She clicked her tongue. "He was a good CSI. Intelligent, a supervisor of his shift, and not as old as Grissom. Hm." She continued to read off the paper. "Well, you were right, Greggo, they are brothers. David Mason is the elder, but they're both promising criminalists. Too bad they're both going to jail."

"Both going to jail?" Greg had forgotten all the fear he felt when he was with Roger Mason alone in the car. "But...but..."

"Greg, we can't make an exception," said Nick. "We'll be sending out the cops now. Once we figure out where Warrick is on the road, we can get Sara back!"

Greg smiled about getting Sara back, but he still felt it was wrong to let Roger be persecuted. He continued to protest until Nick couldn't take it anymore.

"Listen to me, Greg," he said, "I know you think he's good because he helped you...a little. But if he's so good, how come he's now with a different hostage? He kidnaped someone else! Someone you care about. Tell me, if he's so good, why hasn't he returned Sara to us?"

Greg mumbled a response. But he was discouraged by this. Was it really Roger's doing that Sara was in trouble? If so...he could never forgive him. Let the bastard rot in jail...he should suffer for the endangering of Sara's life.

Catherine attempted to contact Warrick. She was annoyed with Nick for not following them himself, because she knew Warrick was terrible at directions. "Please tell me you've found them," she said as soon as he picked up the phone. "Please."

"Oh, I've found them alright," he said. "And they've stopped for some reason. I can see the three of them. Sara's still alive and moving."

"Great," said Catherine. Then, she said with anxiety, "Can you tell me where you are?"

"Send a bunch of police down the I15 until they see my car," said Warrick. "I'm going to try to get Sara back now!"

Roger had to think of a new plan before Sara actually found the water. But with David on to him, it was hard to do anything. Unless...yes. If he had to, he would go to the extremes. He shivered. "It's really cold. Do you think I can borrow your coat, Sara?" he asked.

Sara was confused by this. Was this part of his new escape strategy? She doubted it. "No," she said firmly. That was one thing she wouldn't give up. She needed that coat.

David was not pleased by this statement. "Give him the coat," he said threateningly.

Sara was frantic. She had no choice but to give up the coat, or she'd be giving up her life. However, she might be doing that anyway. Since there was more of a chance of living without her jacket, she handed it over to Roger, who's shivering was so obviously an act, David must have been nearly blinded by the darkness not to see through it.

A sudden beam of light cut the black abyss. A car had come! "Shit!" David cried. "They caught up with us!"

"Put your hands on your head and get down!" called a familiar voice. Sara squinted through the headlights and saw Warrick Brown, alone, pointing his weapon at David.

With great force and speed, David grabbed Sara around the neck and held the gun against her head. Sara's eyes widened with fear. She started to yell, until David covered her mouth with his free hand. Warrick became angry and David was pleased. "Drop your weapon, or I'll shoot the girl," he called.

"Don't be stupid, Mason," said Warrick, attempting to reason with him. "I've got backup coming. There'll be a whole lot of cops here in a few moments."

"A few moments should give me plenty of time to kill her," he shot back. "Until they come, I could just pull the trigger at any time...unless you drop your weapon."

Warrick still held strong to his gun. David smiled and cocked the gun, ready to fire. Sara whimpered. Roger stood dumbstruck. "It's not me killing her, it's you!" David chanted. "Drop your weapon!"

What other choice did he have? Warrick slowly bent down and placed his gun on the ground. He stood up, his arms raised in surrender. "They're going to come any time soon, anyway," said Warrick. "You're going to get arrested no matter what."

"I have until then," said David. "Kick your gun off the cliff. Go on."

"What?" said Warrick. That was an odd request. He would have though Mason wanted to take his gun to use it or something. Not kick it off the cliff. "Why?"

"Because," he said, "once the cops come, I can have two hostages at my disposal. Think I want you to be near a weapon? Now kick it off the cliff."

Warrick did, and he watched as his gun fell helplessly down the steep ridge. The cops had better come soon...he hoped they weren't as lost as he was.

Now was the time. David was motioning for Warrick to come over. Roger reached into the jacket's pocket and pulled out Sara's gun. Aiming it right at his brother's head, he said "Drop your weapon."