Poor Greg doesn't seem to catch a break, does he? :)

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The straps were gone, but the security guards were still standing in front of Greg's room. He wasn't allowed to leave the hospital just yet. He thought it was because of his injuries, but that wasn't the only reason.

They checked the story. By reading online news. The news were quite incomplete, there was no word about CSIs being involved. They believed Greg when he said there was a hostage situation, but they had no idea what exactly went down. For all they know, Greg could be one of the bad guys. Right now they were waiting for the police to show up. St. George was a small town, though, but the police was kind of busy right now. It took them some time to come here and deal with something trivial like a possible bad guy from Nevada. Greg had to wait.

"Excuse me," Greg said as a nurse went in. "I asked to use a phone. It's really important."

"I'm sorry, that's not possible at the moment. Just wait for the doctor, he should be here in a while."

Greg rolled his eyes. He was being put off like that for hours. Why wasn't he allowed to use a phone and tell everyone where he was? They said they contacted someone at the LVPD but he didn't believe them, and they really didn't. They treated him like a suspect and didn't think it was necessary to contact anyone in Las Vegas. They weren't even sure if Greg had anything to do with the hostage situation, they still thought it was possible he was lying or mentally ill and making something up. The doctors decided to wait for the police before they do anything else.

"What are the security guards still doing out there?" Greg asked while the nurse was checking on his infusion.

"It's mandatory, don't worry about that."

"Mandatory? I doubt they're standing in front of every hospital room. What's going on? You do believe me, right?"

"Just stay calm, I'm sure it'll all be cleared up in a while."

Cleared up? What the hell was she talking about? Now he was sure they didn't believe him. Arguing with them wouldn't help, though, so he decided to just wait for something to happen.

Sara walked into the break room. She just received a call from Brass. They were still trying everything to find Greg. She had tears in her eyes. "Brass got a call from a hospital in Parowan. It's about an hour drive from Quail Creek State Park, where they found the car and Greg's wallet. A man died in that hospital half an hour ago, his description fits Greg... Brass is on his way to check it out..." She sighed.

Nobody knew what to say to that news. Sara sat down next to the others.

"Mr. Sanders." Two police officers walked into his room. They woke him up.

Greg looked at them a bit confused. "Did you talk to Captain Brass?"

"Why don't you tell us what happened?" one of them asked rather annoyed. They thought they had better things to do than to talk to a confused guy who thinks he was a hostage in Las Vegas. At least that's what they thought Greg was. Just a confused guy looking for attention.

He explained everything. He gave them the short version, though, because he wanted to get out of this hospital room as quick as possible. "Can I go now?"

They shook their heads. "We need to check with the Captain first."

"Then why don't you just call him? I can give you his number."

"We mean OUR Captan. Captain Coburn. He wants to talk to you before you're being discharged. If you're being discharged, that is..."

"...If...?" Greg was getting really angry. "Are you gonna arrest me?"

"No, Sir. We need to wait for the Captain."

"Well in that case... There's no need for me to sit around in this bed!" He stood up and walked towards the door, but instead of getting the infusion needle out, he took the I.V. pole with him this time.

"Where are you going, Mr. Sanders?"

"I'm in this god damned hospital for hours, I'm gonna make a phone call now!" When he opened the door, the two security guards were standing in front of him. He walked pass them, but they held him back.

"Get your hands off of me! I'm not under arrest, you have no right to keep me here!" He struggled with them, but stopped when he noticed a patient that was just taken in. He was rolled in on a gurney. His face was smeared in blood, it was hard to recognize this patient, but Greg thought he did recognize him. He wasn't sure, though. "Who's this?" he asked as he wanted to follow him, but was restrained by the security guards and police officers. He was carried back into his room. Three of the four men made sure he kept lying on the bed while the fourth was strapping Greg on the bed with hand cuffs.

"What are you doing?"

"Mr. Sanders, you're under arrest. If that's what it takes to keep you in here..."

At the same moment, Captain Coburn walked in. "What's going on?"

"He tried to leave," one of the security guards explained.

"I didn't, I..." Greg sighed. It really did seem pointless to argue with them. "Please... Call Captain Jim Brass from the Las Vegas police department..." Greg had tears in his eyes.

"I need to ask you a few questions..." Captain Coburn said, sitting down next to Greg's bed.

Brass prepared for the worst when he was in Parowan, taking a look at the dead body that fitted Greg's description. The pathologist took the sheets off the dead man's face.

Brass shook his head. "No... That's not him." He sighed in relief. "Thank you." He put his cell phone out to tell Catherine and the team about the good news. At least they could still hope to find Greg alive. After he hung up the phone, he sat down in the hospital waiting room. He was exhausted. Every lead they followed turned out to be a dead end. His cell rang. "Brass."

"Captain Brass, this is Captain Coburn from the St. George police department. We have a suspect in custody who claims to have something to do with a hostage situation in Vegas two days ago. He asked us to contact you."

Brass was speechless for a moment. They tried everything to find Greg and now he got a phone call like that? Seemed almost like a wonder! "Where is he?"