The two officers, as well as Greg, ran after him.

Lloyd was standing in the lobby, with his back against a wall with one arm around a young woman's neck, the other one stretched out. "Don't come closer or I'll KILL her!"

They stopped a few feet away from him, both officers and two others that were in the lobby, pointing their gun at Lloyd.

"Alright, just don't hurt her!" Greg said, trying to calm him down.

"I didn't kill Ellen, you HAVE to believe me!" He said desperately. The young woman in his arm was crying deeply.

"Okay... I want to believe you but I can't if you hurt her now!" Greg said while coming a few inches closer. "You want to convince me you're not a murderer, then let her go."

"Tell them to let me go!" Lloyd was looking to the exit.

"I'm sorry but I can't do this. Now let her go. Let's talk about Roger's involvement in the case, inside." Greg pointed towards the interrogation room they were coming from, getting another few inches closer.

"Stay away from me!" Lloyed yelled, pressing his arm against the woman's neck with more pressure.

"Okay, okay!" Greg took two steps back.

"If I let her go these guys will be all over me! I can't let her go!" He shook his head rapidly.

"Well then... How about we go inside the interrogation room, alone? Just you and me. You can tell me what happened with Roger and Ellen. I promise they won't hurt you, alright?" Greg suggested, trying to hide the fear in his voice and eyes. He just wanted to get the woman to safety and thought this was the only way to do it without jeopardizing her.

"And then? You throw me into jail and throw away the key!" He cried desperately.

"Listen, if you really didn't kill Ellen and won't hurt this woman, you won't go away to jail forever... You can get a deal, alright? You'd help us find a murderer!" Greg said, trying to convince him.

Lloyd nodded. "I want a deal, yes..."

"You'll only get it if you don't hurt this woman. Let her go and we'll talk about it."

"I TOLD you I don't want these guys all over me!"

Greg sighed. He didn't want to do this but thought it was necessary. "Alright, then, we'll go into the interrogation room and talk about it. But they will arrest you afterwards, do you understand that?"

Lloyd at first tightened the grip he had the woman in but then loosened it a bit again and nodded.

Greg gave the officers a hand sign to put their guns down but also a look to let them know they should watch Lloyd every step of the way.

"Get out of the way!" Lloyd said, still with the woman in front of his body, going backwards after he passed the officers to make sure they won't try anything. Greg followed him to the interrogation room.

"You get in first!" Lloyd demanded.

Greg entered. "Now please let her go."

Lloyd shoved the young woman away from him and entered the interrogation room as well, closing the door and pushing the desk he pushed over earlier in front of it to make sure the officers wouldn't follow them.

Greg didn't have a good feeling about this, but figured since Lloyd was unarmed he'd be okay. He was standing at the other side of the room. "Okay, so tell me about it. How did Roger approach you?"

"He was visiting his wife at work three weeks ago when I was there. He saw me flirting with her..." Lloyd sat down on the ground. "I thought he'd rip me a new one but instead he asked me about my tattoos... He then asked if I'd like to earn some money... He gave me a ride home and explained what he wanted me to do. He had planned to kill her since she wanted a divorce and it would've cost him much more money than he offered me. All I had to do was drive her out there. Told her we'd be alone there so that we can... You know. Then Roger joined us and shot her. He picked up everything he thought could be used as evidence against him, you know, cartridge cases or stuff like that. He even took the sand that was stained with blood... He brought a box and a shovel for this."

After Lloyed stopped talking, it looked like he was lost in his thoughts, so Greg asked, "What happened then?"

"I dug up a pit to cover her in there... I then had to get her in it. She was so heavy, I had to kick her into the pit. Roger was already gone, but I was supposed to bury her with the sand, but the pit I dug wasn't deep enough, so I just left. I swear I didn't kill her. He did."

Greg nodded. "Alright, I believe you. I'll have the husband arrested. But first I need to get an officer in here to arrest you, okay?"

Lloyd stood up. "I don't want to go to jail again..."

"Talk to your lawyer, you can get a deal and maybe won't have to go to jail at all." Greg knew that wasn't about to happen since he played a pretty big part in Ellen's murder, since he lured her to the scene. Also he had a criminal record. He'd get less jail time with helping identify the real murder at best. But Greg needed him to believe that, or else he might try anything to escape.

"I'm gonna leave the room now and get an officer in to cuff you." Greg slowly walked up to the door, but Lloyd was standing in the way.

"Hank, please. I trusted you, now you have to trust me."

Lloyd finally stepped to the side, giving Greg the chance to open the door.

The officers stormed inside and cuffed him.

After they walked him out, Greg slowly sat down on the ground outside.

"Are you alright?" An officer asked him.

Greg nodded. "I'm fine."

Catherine and Greg were sitting in the break room. She had her hand on his shoulder and a smile on her face when Brass, Sara and Nick stormed in.

"What the hell happened in that interrogation room?" Brass said furious.

"Why did you tell them, Catherine?" Greg asked rather annoyed. He didn't want Brass to know about this, not after his speech about him being too naïve and trusting people when they don't deserve it.

"Why didn't you let my men handle this situation? They would've been fine!" Brass yelled at him.

"Jim..." Catherine tried to intervene.

"No, it's alright, Cath. I was just trying to protect the hostage! He didn't have a weapon, he was just desperately trying to get out of this situation!" Greg tried to explain why he went into that interrogation room with a dangerous criminal, without any backup.

"He could've killed you, you know that?" Nick said concerned. He wasn't angry, just worried.

"Come on, guys! The room has glass walls. Four officers were standing around the room in case he tried anything! He was unarmed and Lloyd might be a scumbag, but he's not a murderer!"

That actually did make sense to Sara. She wasn't sure she'd have taken that risk, but it sounded like Greg had the situation under control.

"What are you talking about? He murdered Ellen Stewart!" Brass was still outraged. If he would've been there, the situation would've ended differently.

"He didn't. He told me what happened and I believe him. And because I made him go back into the interrogation room we have it on tape," Greg replied confident.

"Oh great! Because YOU believe him he's telling the truth, I assume? And who did he accuse?" Brass asked rather sarcastic.

"Roger Stewart..."

Brass didn't know what to say. Greg was sure the husband had nothing to do with Ellen's murder, and suddenly he changed his mind because some criminal said he did it. "So you admit you were wrong earlier?"

Greg nodded. "I think I am."

Brass smirked. "Alright, fair enough. Let's get the husband back here, maybe we can finally close this case."

Greg noticed the gloating look on Brass' face but didn't really care. It was never about being right or wrong for him, he just wanted to trust his instinct. He was rather disappointed that Stewart's crying about the loss of his wife actually was an act, though. "Did you find anything interesting at the office?"

"We did." Sara stepped forward. "Betty Haim, Ellen's best friend at work, claims that Ellen and Miles didn't have an affair. They had a one night stand over six months ago, but right now she was seeing one of the lawyers at the firm, Carl Hemsworth. He wasn't there when we arrived, he went on vacation the day Miles died. Convenient, isn't it?"

Greg looked up to them. "Well then let's try to get his DNA!"

Brass called at Carl Hemsworth home. His wife was answering. When asked about his whereabouts, she claimed he was visiting his aunt in Reno. Brass asked for her phone number and immediately called her. The aunt claimed she didn't hear from Carl for at least three months.

When confronted with this information, his wife claimed she had no idea he had been lying to her.

Brass asked her to come down the station to talk to him and also asked her for something with his DNA on it, claiming to file a missing person's report. He didn't want to tell her he suspected him of murder, yet. They had nothing solid against him but rumors in the firm he was working at.

"Thanks for coming, Mrs. Hemsworth." Brass shook her hand.

"I brought a tooth brush, I hope you can get his DNA from it?" She sobbed when she handed him the tooth brush.

"That's perfect, thank you."

DNA quickly came back. Carl Hemsworth's DNA was indeed found both inside the shirt they found at Stewart's home and on the tissue at Ellen's murder scene. It was a safe bet that he did kill Miles Jones. The only thing the CSIs didn't know was why. And how he managed to get the gun and the shirt back into Stewart's closet. And his whereabouts, of course.

Brass and Greg questioned Stewart about what Hank Lloyd said about his involvement in Ellen's death.

"Well, do you have an alibi?" Brass asked him. He claimed that he's never met Hank Lloyd and had nothing to do with Ellen's death.

"...I was at home... Alone," he said.

"Where did you get the gun from?" Greg asked Ellen's husband.

"What gun? I didn't kill her! You said you believed me!"

"Well I don't anymore. Why did you transfer 10,000$ to Lloyds account, when you don't even know him?" Greg pulled out a copy of Lloyds bank statement.

"Heh, that was stupid of you," Brass said amused.

"Now, tell us about Carl Hemsworth," Greg said.

"...What about him? He's a lawyer at my wife's office."

"We found his DNA on the shirt we found in your closet."

"...What?"

"We believe he wanted to frame you for the murder, but we're not sure why. Rumor has it him and your wife had an affair, not her and Miles Jones."

When Greg told him his theory, he didn't seem too surprised. He just kept a rather neutral face impression.

"What's wrong?" Brass asked, "You don't seem too surprised that he wanted to frame you, do you?"

Stewart looked away nervously.

"You knew all along! That's why you killed her?" Brass was getting excited. "Where's Hemsworth? Did you kill him, too?"

Stewart stared at Greg and Brass with evil in his eyes. "I'm not saying anything without my lawyer..." Stewart laid back with his arms crossed over his body.

Nick pondered over the evidence and crime scene pictures. When he first took a look at it he saw something he couldn't figure out, but with everything they knew now, he had the feeling it was important after all. He just wasn't sure WHAT it was he saw.

He went through everything when he finally reached what he was looking for.

"Sara!" Nick called from inside the layout room.

"Yeah?" She went in.

"I think I know where Hemsworth is..."

Nick found a number at Stewart's house. It was written on a piece of paper that was lying on the end table in his bedroom. Nick wasn't sure what to make of it when he collected it, but felt it might be important, so he took pictures of it.

Now that they thought Stewart knew about the affair all along, Nick figured it out. The numbers were the number of a storage room Stewart rented two weeks ago. They immediately sent a unit down there and Nick and Sara went along with them.

They prepared for the worse, they even told David to meet them there.

Nick gave one of the officers a sign to open the storage room. They all went in with their weapons drawn.

"That smell can't be good," said Sara while turning on the lights.

Brass' phone was ringing. Greg and him were still with Stewart, waiting for his lawyer to be able to continue talking to him.

"Brass." He got up as he answered. "Mhm..." He looked over to Stewart. "He's alive? Great."

Greg looked up to Brass.

"We found Carl Hemsworth." Brass grinned at Stewart. "He's alive. He'll tell us everything we need to know. Let's go."

An officer helped Stewart get up and escorted him out.

"Is he going to be okay?" Greg asked the Captain.

Brass nodded. "He's been roughed up pretty good, but he'll be fine. Now come on, let's find out what really happened between them."