Nick was walking towards Archie's lab when he noticed Hodges come into the hall. "Hey, what's up?"

Hodges shrugged. "Depends. Want good news or bad news?"

"Bad news?"

Hodges nodded. "Okay, bad news, the soda can we found at Greg's house only had his finger prints on it and a very diluted mixture of saliva." Hodges gave Nick one of three files. "Now, the bad news. Ivan might not be our guy. There's no sign of Ivan in Greg's house. There is an unknown female's fingerprints in the nasty bathroom, however."

"So?" Nick asked, though he had a feeling he knew the answer already.

"That's what this is." Hodges held up the last file. "Greg had a rape kit done on him. Sara's request. Guess what we found?"

-Sara-

"Hey, Mia, did... you..."

Mia wasn't in her lab, but there was an open file with a purple Post-It stuck on.

Sara read the Post-It. "Check this out?" She flipped the Post-It aside and gasped. "No," she hissed.

"Sara! Thought you'd be back before I was able to snag the last bit." Mia shrugged.

Sara nodded and stepped back. "So, what?"

Mia set down the four new pages. "Possible. There's female and male epithelial all over Greg's rape kit. I can't distinguish which came from where, as there's no way to determine the exact time. However, I found something else." Mia gestured to the four pages.

Sara picked up the second of the papers. "This one says Greg's got something strange in his DNA."

"Yeah, that anomaly is common with Norwegian mixes. It's because Norwegians have an extremely high tolerance, when it comes to alcohol and how quickly the body digests it. But check this." Mia held out the last of the papers. "Greg's CT scan showed me something that explains pages one and three."

"Greg's blood is thinning and his adrenaline and ecstasy are off the charts!"

"Look at the concussion he suffered from whatever happened to him."

The CT scan revealed a blood clot in Greg's brain as well as the thin veins. It looked almost like Greg was having a huge clot that might actually damage his brain.

"So, you're saying Greg could die?"

"Oh, no, because his blood is thinning, for whatever reason, the blood clot will break up. Soon enough, Greg will be in the clear." Mia leaned on the counters. "Greg hadn't bathed in the four days he's been away from home. His body contained so much DNA, mostly male, but I'm confused about the female DNA. Still, the DNA is pointing to foul play and imminent danger."

"Two suspects."

"Three."

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Three?"

"Greg knew one girl, but Ivan's missing one foot to drive the car. So, that leaves, who lured Greg to the trap?"

"And who drove him into the desert."

-Greg-

His eyes still hurt, but they were closed and a slight pressure was keeping most of the tingling away. He didn't move, as he was trying to feel his surroundings.

"Greg?"

His heart fluttered and he heard the monitor say so.

"Nick," he muttered. He raised his hand just a bit off the bed from the side he thought Nick was on.

He felt a hand catch his.

"Greg, I know it's early, but I need you to try to remember something."

Greg smiled. "Nick, what is it?"

"Do you remember who drove you to the desert?"

Greg swallowed hard. That thought made images flash before his eyes. He repeated them to Nick as they came. They weren't in order, he knew that much.

There was a Joshua tree with one, huge branch falling. There was a truck with a smudged hand print on the back, near the end of the bed. There was a sunlit room with white-washed walls and white furniture. There was a door without a knob on the inside. There was a little girl's laugh as he saw the bat come down on him again. There was Ivan...

Greg suddenly choked on the last part. He clenched Nick's hand to reassure him that he could come out of the darkness soon. When he couldn't breath, he raised his left hand to his throat and started to cough. He felt an oxygen mask fall over his face and he leaned back, breathing again.

"Greg, you didn't have to strain."

Greg shook his head. "You need to know." He huffed a deep breath. "You're not wearing your ring."

Nick's hand let go for a second and then came back. "You're right. I put it on the wrong hand."

Greg let go this time. He guessed right as to where Nick's face was. "You're sweating. You ran here, didn't you?"

"Sort of."

Greg smiled. He felt Nick's rough stubble across his jaw line as his hand fell back to the bed. "It's strange."

"What?"

"I'm kind of blind right now." Greg took a deep breath and felt the sharp pain in his chest that shot down his torso. He hissed in pain and felt Nick's warm hand touch his chest.

"Breath slowly and a little at a time."

"How-?"

Nick just chuckled. "You forget I was trapped in the dark before, too."

"Yeah, at least you had hopes of being saved."

Nick's hand didn't move from right over Greg's heart. "You think we'd give up on you that easy, Greg?"

"Yeah. Three days and no chance of finding someone alive."

Nick's hand moved up and touched Greg's face. "I'm not going to give up if you don't."

Greg smiled into his darkness. "Then I'll keep fighting so you can keep up." Greg felt the weariness of being awake come back to him. His breathing started to mellow down.

"Have a good sleep, Greg. Don't worry." Nick's voice was a whisper in the dark. "We'll help you fight off your nightmares."

Greg smiled as the oxygen mask was removed and Nick held his hand. Maybe he'd actually dream this time.