6 months ago, Greg was kidnapped and left for dead. Now just as he's beginning to get his life back together is it destined to fall apart all over again?

It felt like he had waited his entire life for this moment and now that it was here, he wanted to savour it forever. He drank in her appearance stood before him. God, she really was beautiful, her glossy brown hair hung loosely off her shoulders, her almond eyes sparkled happily. His eyes roamed down the rest of her body, even dressed in simple jeans, tight T-Shirt and heeled boots; she was the most stunning woman he had ever met.

He reached up to move a stray strand of brown hair from her eyes, her hand caressed his cheek tenderly. Both only had eyes for each other, outside the night time world of Las Vegas was in full swing but nothing could break this young couple apart, entwined in each other's arms.

The man felt his pulse quicken that little bit more as she leaned in closer to him, this was the moment, he closed his eyes in anticipation, her lips met his hungrily. The first thing he noticed was how deliciously soft they were, his hands went to the back of her neck as he pulled her in closer to him, deepening the kiss with more passion, more urgency. Her hands wandered to the front of his shirt as they fell down onto the sofa together. She worked quickly unpopping the buttons and the shirt fell away to the floor. Her hands roamed his toned muscular chest and he gave a little moan of pleasure as she bit down on his lip.

He wanted her, wanted her so badly it hurt, she pulled back slightly as their passion increased, allowing him the room to pull her T Shirt up over her head. She sank back down into his warm embrace, kissing passionately now. Her skin was so soft to touch as she melted into his arms, the sweet scent of her perfume was overpowering. He closed his eyes again in absolute bliss. She kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips before leaving a butterfly trail of soft kisses beginning with the nape of his neck, going down his throat, his chest, teasing, licking, sucking every bit of flesh in sight. He moaned contentedly once more, wanting more. Her hand closed on the zipper of his jeans, which she began to ease down. The man froze, his eyes flew open. He forcefully pushed her hand away and sat up immediately.

"I'm sorry I can't do this" he said, hastily redressing

"Greg..." Hurt and confusion swam in her eyes

"I'm sorry" He repeated "you don't understand"

"It's OK…"

"No! It's not" He shouted, hot tears stung the back of his eyes "Damnit! It's not ok! You'll never understand I'm so sorry". Without another word, he snatched up his jacket and things and fled the apartment out into the rain soaked alleyway.

Greg Sanders slumped against the wall, tears falling down his face, it had been six months, he thought he had finally gotten over it but that just proved when it came down to it, he would never be free of his memory.

His tears flowed bitterly, he was so disappointed, he had wanted to be with her so badly but he had messed up big style. She probably thought he was such a freak.

Way to go Sanders! he thought miserably. He shivered involuntarily against the cold rain, and realised he was still bare chested, with horror he realised in his haste to get away he had forgotten his shirt. He mentally kicked himself for his stupidity, he couldn't bear to face her again, the look on her face had been heartbreaking enough. He pulled his jacket tightly around him and walked out into the busy street, he hailed a cab and was relieved when it pulled up just a few feet away from him. Without a backward glance, he leapt into the backseat.

The driver caught his reflection in the mirror "Hot date was it" he smirked. Greg's cheeks flushed as he remembered the love bites oh so visible on his neck, not to mention the lipstick marks on his face and ears where she had kissed him. Embarrassed, he scrubbed at his face and pulled up the collar of his jacket.

"Something like that" he mumbled

The driver, sensing his passenger was not in a talkative mood left it at that. Without uttering another word the whole ride home, Greg paid the fare and made a dash for his front door. All he wanted to do was get to his bed and forget about his humiliating evening. He was about to sidestep the mountain of bills that had inevitably flooded his mail box when one envelope caught his attention.

Prison stamp. His stomach turned to ice and with shaking hands, turned the envelope over in his hand, his mind reeling. Why now? Was all he could think Why did those memories have to be dredged up now. He tore into the envelope, knowing what it would say. He scanned it anxiously "James Alan Robins" "Requests your presence on 16th February between 4 and 6 pm" "Ahead of scheduled execution on Saturday"

The words swam before him on the page, leaping out at him. Should he go? His mind was in turmoil, tonight confirmed as much, that the events of that fateful night were still firmly imprinted in his memory. "Never forget" that's what he had said. It was true, no matter how hard he tried to erase it he couldn't escape his memory. Not even through those expensive counselling sessions that Grissom had insisted on him attending, had succeeded in clearing his mind of his nightmare.

Now Robins wanted to stir these memories again? He stared again at the letter, there in black and white were the words he didn't want to see. Angrily, he tossed the letter on the floor. Why would he want to see the man that had caused so much pain? No, he couldn't go, he wouldn't go he wanted to forget about it all, not reignite painful memories. Tonight had already done as much, he winced as he thought about it all. The night had started so well, he had being a complete gent about everything, done it properly, asked her out on a date, booked a table at a posh restaurant, wined and dined her, paid the bill and then she had taken the initiative, inviting him back to her place. It was all he ever wanted and more and he had blown it big time, he didn't know if he could bear to face her again but it was inevitable that he would have to. He let out a frustrated sigh as he sat down on his bed. He had been doing so well! Until tonight, he thought he had succeeded in trying to move on but then, this? this double whammy? Not being able to make love to a beautiful woman was hard enough but then to come home and find that on his doorstep? The Gods were conspiring against him once more, did they not want him to be happy? He pulled the covers around him, wanting them to swallow him up, he eventually managed to fall into a restless slumber.