When Catherine and Brass reached the cabin, they didn't find James in it or anywhere near it. They searched the whole area for him, but he wasn't there.

Catherine was accompanying Brass and his men, she wanted to be there when they arrest James. "I'll take a look inside," she said while entering the cabin.

"What's all of this?" Brass asked while taking a look inside.

Catherine sighed. "This doesn't look too good. It looks like he was building a bomb in here."

"A bomb? So the bomb Greg saw was real?"

"Well, Greg was face to face with Monroe, not with James. But I'd bet my money they both know how to build one."

"Great, we have two lunatics out there, probably both with bombs strapped around their bodies. THAT can't be good!" Brass said sarcastically while answering his ringing cell phone. "Brass."

While he was talking on the phone, Catherine took a closer look in the cabin. She found some blue prints, pictures of buildings and a list with names on it. Catherine decided to concentrate on the list first. "That's a list of everyone who's involved with Dunbrook, I think. Randall, Monroe and a bunch of other officers' names are on it..." Catherine turned around to Brass.

"Ray asks us to join them at Monroe's apartment. There's something we need to see."

Greg was sitting on the bed in the room he was supposed to process. On the walls was blood spatter, as was on the bed. He's been sitting there for half an hour now.

"Greg? Did you find out what that smell is?" Sara opened the door to the bedroom, followed by Ray and the officer.

"Good, your friends are here." James grinned while pointing a gun at Greg.

They stopped.

"Come on in, there's plenty of room!" He made them sit down on the bed as well. "I'm glad you're all here. But this little group is not complete yet."

Nick's phone was ringing. "Hey Sara."

"Hey, I know you're busy, but could you come to Monroe's apartment? There's something you need to see."

"Yeah, I told you I..."

"Thanks, see you later." Sara hung up before Nick could finish that sentence.

Hodges sat down next to Nick with a cup of coffee in his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Sara just called me... She asked me to come to the crime scene. I told here I'd join them later, anyways, and now she asks me without saying anything else."

Hodges shrugged. "You think something's wrong?"

"Maybe..." Nick got up and walked out.

"Attagirl! When he, Captain Brass and Willows arrive... We can get the party started, right?" James laughed devilish. Monroe was sitting next to him. He was bleeding from his head, but was alive. He didn't look too well, but considering the head wound, that was no surprise. Next to them was a bottle of lye. That's what caused the smell, the CSIs thought.

"Why are you doing this? Why didn't you just leave Vegas?" Ray asked angrily.

"Well, things didn't work as planned, so I had to change my plans."

"Okay, you're mad at us..." Greg chimed in. "Then why don't you let him go?" He pointed at the cop. "He didn't do anything to you, it's us you're mad at."

"I'm sorry, Jared." James turned to the officer. "You've always been a good colleague but you're at the wrong place at the wrong time." He grinned. "No one's getting out of here alive, you understand?"

They all looked at him in fear.

"Now, whose gun is that?" He picked up Ray's. "Wouldn't it be fun if I'd killed each of you with their own gun?"

"Catherine, where are you?" Nick asked her over the phone.

"Just past Henderson, why? Are you at Monroes' apartment?"

"Yeah. Sara called me. She sounded weird, I think something might be wrong."

Silence for a few seconds. "I understand... We'll hurry up. Just don't do anything before we arrive, alright?"

"Got it." Nick hung up. He knew as well as Catherine that that wasn't an option for him, he just needed a plan.

Walking around the apartment complex, he noticed the fire escape. Thinking about it for a moment, whether it was a good idea to try anything without knowing what was really going on, he decided to trust his feeling and get up there.

"Alright, four people and only three guns. Too bad you don't carry," James said to Greg. "You want to decide which gun I'll use on you or should I surprise you?"

They looked at each other scared. How were they supposed to get out of this situation? Sara just hoped Nick got the message she tried to convey.