Later, in the DNA lab, Greg is processing some blood evidence from Warrick's case, still thinking about what is going to happen to him tonight.

I bet I'll be shot. And murdered. And raped. Well, maybe not raped..

He looks up at the clock. 11 PM. There's one hour left. He sighs and puts the sample into the machine for it to process. He walks into Grissom's office and sees him freak out at a small cockroach on the ground, and stomp on it repeatedly. Grissom looks up at him with wide eyes.

"Don't.. tell.. anyone..."

Greg looks around, confused.

What the hell is up with this lab?

"All righty.." he looks up at the clock, "When do you want to leave?"

"Pretty soon. Just let me get my coat and.." he gestures to the squished bug on the floor, "clean this up. Sorry you had to see that, by the way.."

"It's.. it's okay." Greg sits down on one of the chairs in his office as he prepares to leave. He looks around the room, silently saying good-bye to the many oddities, wondering if he'll ever see them again. Grissom breaks his train of thought, telling him that it's time to leave. He stands up slowly and walks out the door.

Bye, Grissom's office..