She's getting a cup of coffee before work. She hands the cashier the money, and gets the feeling that someone is watching her. She turns around and looks out the window. A figure walks just out of view. She turns around to receive her change, and cup of coffee. She leaves the coffee shop and returns to her car. She turns the key in the ignition. She doesn't put the car into gear. She just sits in silence for a few moments.

She had been thinking about him a lot lately. She had never gotten the chance to tell him. The truth. She never got to seductively whisper her fantasy in his ear. She thought that letting him go would be hard, but it proved to be impossible. She saw him, felt him everywhere that she went. She sometimes wondered if she was losing it. Sometimes she felt like he was watching her. Sometimes she could almost smell him. Sometimes, like today, she was even sure that she saw him. And once when she got home she could swear that she smelled his scent on her pillow.

He was gone she knew that. Rationally she knew that he was gone. He was dead, he wasn't coming back. Still in the back of her mind she hoped that somehow he could. She wished she could be with him. She didn't need a lifetime more, she just wanted one more day. Just long enough to see him. To touch him. Long enough to live out her fantasy. She just wanted long enough to feel him next to her, to have him hold her in his strong arms. She knew that he wasn't coming back, but it was still so hard to believe.

Was she going crazy? She had seen him. She saw him lying in a casket. She knew that Grissom was with him in his last moment. She knew there was no way in the world that he could have survived. Still.... She wipes away her tears, and checks her make-up in the mirror. She puts the car into gear.

He'd always known that marrying Tina was a mistake. He didn't think that Catherine would ever forgive him. He didn't think that they could ever be together. He wasn't good enough for her. He didn't mean to hurt her. He hated to see her cry... even a single tear. He wanted her. He wanted to be with her. He needed her. She grounded him. She was good for him. And he knew that she was the half that made him whole, she was his better half. Even if he never had the guts to tell her.

It's late. Lindsey is sleeping soundly when she gets home. She brushes her teeth and takes a shower. She crawls into her bed and cries herself to sleep. She could never get over losing him, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted to. As she lingers between sleep and wake she smells him. She is certain that she can smell his cologne. Maybe she needed to talk to someone. Was she hallucinating. That was the only explanation. She had dreamed of him so many nights. When she finally falls to sleep there are still tears on her cheek. She dreams of him.

He comes into her room quietly. She feels him standing over her. He bends down and brushes her hair out of her face. She breathes in his scent. He kisses her cheek. He places the back of his hand on her cheek. He whispers, "I could never stay away from you. I love you. You're my soul mate. One day you'll understand. I'm so sorry I hurt you." He stands back up and turns for the door. "Don't leave me," she pleads. "I can't stay," he tells her.

And her heart breaks into a million pieces at the conclusion of the dream. Yet she feels a sense of calm, and peace. She wakes suddenly. She sits up in bed and looks around her dark room. It's just before dawn. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to clear her mind. Instead she breaths in his smell. Maybe she was crazy, maybe she was delusional, but maybe she wasn't. She races down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen, into the garage. She opens the hatch of the Denali and opens her kit. She pulls out a swab, and rubs across her left cheek.

Maybe it was a little much. She was probably being irrational. She was probably being crazy, and maybe she had reached a psychotic break. She probably needed to talk to someone. She'd probably be committed. She'd rather be losing her mind, than feeling nothing at all. Somewhere in her gut, in the back of her mind a flicker of possibility still lingers.