Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters. This is it folks. The chapter you've all been waiting for and also what I like to call it THE FINAL CHAPTER!

Grissom must have been driving for at least a half hour when he finally saw Jon's van parked at the edge of the road. He pulled over and slammed into a complete stop. The other four police cars did so too.

"He's in the woods." Nick realizes, noticing that the van was completely still.

"Hope Greg is okay." Warrick said.

"What are we going to do?" asks Catherine.

Grissom stared at the van then at the woods. He turned to them and said, "I got an idea."

            Grissom, Warrick, Nick, Catherine, Sara, and Brass walked through the woods. They came upon small clear area, almost in a circle and saw Jon, surrounded by his troop that was behind him, but they did not see Greg.

Where is Greg thought Grissom, knowing that they check the van for him before they walked in the woods.

"Hello Grissom," Jon greeted, he turned to Catherine, "I see you're finally out."

"What do you want Jon?" ask Grissom.

"You know exactly what I want." Jon snarled, "I want you to give me proof that the police will be off my back and me and my gang will leave town with the five million dollars."

"No." Grissom said, firmly.

"Maybe we can make a little deal." Jon started. He could see the tensions in the CSI eyes.

"How about Greg…"

 One of the goons that stood in the back behind everyone else came forward, holding Greg, who was moaning. Greg was beaten up badly, he had a scar on the right side of his face, which was also bloody, and his shirt was ripped, which revealed some of the bruises on him. Greg was in so much pain that the two goons had to hold him up. The CSI and Brass widen their eyes as they saw him, and Catherine immediately regretted not getting to him in time.

"for the proof…." Jon finish.

Grissom sigh, he took out a paper and said, "I have a this paper from the judge to release your conviction."

Jon smiled, "Bring me the paper." 

Grissom, Nick and Warrick walked up to him and the goons realize this. Three of them, since the others were holding Greg, took out a gun.

"Only Grissom." Jon said.

Warrick and Nick stood three feet behind Grissom as Grissom reach Jon. He handed Jon the envelope that the paper was in. Jon smiled.

"Release him." Jon said.

The two goons who was holding Greg threw him to Grissom. Grissom groaned at the weight of Greg. He backed up a few steps before Nick and Warrick rush and grabbed the moaning Greg. They lifted him up slowly.

"Are you okay?" they asked.

"I feel like shit." Greg moaned, softly.

Meanwhile Jon and his force were walking away from them. Jon pulled the paper out of the envelope and un-folded it. It read- "Gotcha!"

Jon turned around and looked at the smirking Grissom.

"Get them!" he yelled.

Jon and his force took off running towards Grissom and his crew, guns drawn. But in out of the blue 10 police officers jumped out and surrounded them, with their own guns drawn. The CSI (expect for Nick who was holding wounded Greg) and Brass took out their guns and pointed it to Jon.

"Surrender Jon, either way we win!" Grissom shouted.

Jon and his force slowly put down their guns and the ten officers and Brass went and put handcuffs on them.

Greg saw this and moaned to Grissom, "That was good man…"

Grissom smiled, "It was nothing Greg, I couldn't lose my best lab tech could I?"

Greg smiled.

"Come on," Grissom said, "Lets get you cleaned up."

            The Next day at the beginning of the Graveyard shift………..

Greg sat outside, watching the sunset over the lab. He sigh, he was still in a little pain from Jon's beating the day before. They had whispered to him, "Suffering is the way out.." That was before they had beaten the shit out of him. He had a visible bandage on his neck and where the bruise was on his neck. And the other thing that was visible was the cut from his right eyebrow down to cheek.  He laid his back onto the back of the bench and closed his eyes.

"Hey Greg."

Greg opened his eyes. He saw Grissom standing in front of him.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asks.

Greg shook his head, "Go ahead." he answered.

Grissom sat next to him; "It's been a tough couple days for you, hasn't it?"

"It depends on your definition of tough." Greg replied.

"Well maybe this might cheer you up." He threw Greg an envelope on his lap. Greg stared at it.

"What is it?"

Grissom smiled, "Just a little something."

Greg took it out and read it, "Have permission to tag alone with CSIs on their cases, what is this?"

"It's just a little deal I made with the my boss, you keep up the good work in the lab and you can work with us on some of your cases, but if your work starts to suffer…"

Greg smiled, "It won't man, I get every the DNA results in five minutes top at least.."

"I wouldn't say five minutes Greg more like-"

"Hey, no jokes about me being fast in the lab!" Greg interrupted.

Grissom held up his hands, "I promise."

They laughed but a loud bang from the door slamming stopped them. They looked up and saw police officers leading Jon and his force to a police van to take him to the Vegas Jail. Jon saw them and looked at them with hatred in his eyes. Greg stiffens up a little to show Jon that he was not scared. Jon turned his head away and the officers push him inside the police van. Greg and Grissom watched as the van slowly drove away.

"I guess we got what the victims wanted…" Greg said.

Grissom turned to him, "What that?"

Greg looked at him, "Justice."

~That's all FOLKS~