A/N: This story is something I've been thinking about entirely too much. Since this is my first mysterious type of story, I was trying different things and asking my friends how they think it would work before I finally had this gem of a chapter. It took longer than expected to get this done but better late than never. So, enjoy! :D

Carlos' POV

I stood there in shock as the truck slammed into this man. As the truck kept driving forward, there was nothing there. I looked around the area he was standing in and there wasn't a trace of him. I heard mumbling and I turned to see everyone on the sidewalk looking at me. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked back onto the sidewalk.

"Go on about your business." I told them as I walked into the coffee shop. I walked back to my booth and sat down, sighing. Was I losing my mind?

"What the hell was that?" My waitress, Camille, said, looking down at me with a hand on her hip.

"I really don't know. I thought there was a guy there trying to kill himself."

"Okay, I think it's about time we put you on decaf." She said, taking my cup. I sat there in my booth and went over what just happened. I clearly saw him looking into the window of the coffee shop. He was crying and screaming and everyone just ignored him. I had never seen something like this in my life. Everyone is usually so nice and caring. An old woman came up to me and smiled.

"Are you okay there, son? I saw you out there in the street yelling. I think you could go for a little nap and stop drinking all of this coffee. An officer like you has probably seen some things that's weighing on your mind."

See what I mean? I never even spoke to this lady but I still nodded my head and she went on with her day. When Camille came back, she sat down in the booth with me.

"Look, we've been friends for a long time and I really don't need to be the waitress with the weird cop for a friend." Camille told me and I sighed.

"So, I take it you didn't see that guy out there."

"What guy? Carlos, really. I think you should go home and get some rest."

"Camille, its still morning."

"Yeah but I don't think you got in all your rest. Just call out of work or something."

"I can't do that. Shoot! I can't be late either. Bye Camille." I said, getting up, getting my coat and giving her a hug as she went back to work.

"Try not to yell at anything on your way there." She said as I walked out, waving her off.

As I headed to work, I couldn't shake the image of the guy's face. He looked horrified but I don't know why he was standing in the middle of the street. He looked confused and- ugh, I'm going insane. I headed into my building and took the steps to the second floor. I headed into my office and greeted people I passed.

It was around lunch time and I was swamped with reports about some mafia trashing stores. I am getting tired of all of these guys thinking they're better than everyone else. All of these reports were after they have exited the building. Every time I send a team there, it's nothing but trash and no type of evidence.

"Boss, they found another body." My assistant said, peeking through the door.

"Send a team over to investigate and I want a full DNA search of the place and I want everyone who's DNA showed up in my office."

"I took the liberty of doing that and they only found one person's DNA and it's the person's blood everywhere."

"Fuck." I said, laying my head on the desk. I heard the door close before I heard a gasp. I jumped up to see the guy that was in the street, standing right in front of me. I quickly reached in my drawer and pulled out my gun.

"Don't move." I told him and he stared at me in shock.

"W-Where am I?"

"I'm Officer Garcia and you're in my office."

"How did I get here?"

"I'm wondering the same thing. Sit down." I told him. He sat down in the chair and I put my gun back into my drawer. "Explain to me how you managed not to get hit by that truck and disappear at the same time."

"I-I don't know. It just happened." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. He's supposed to be dead. From what I've seen, he isn't supposed to be in front of me right now. He's supposed to be in someone's morgue.

"How did you find me here?"

"I don't know. I-Everything went black when the truck got close to me and when light came back I saw you pointing the gun at me."

"This is fucking insane. Are you some type of witch?"

"N-No, I don't think so. I've never done anything bad in my life. I-I don't kn-know why I'm here? I-I can't remember anything." He said before he started sobbing.

"Okay, okay, calm down." I told him when I heard someone knock on my door. "Come in." My assistant opened the door and smiled awkwardly.

"Um, I was wondering if I could go on my break now."

"Sure." I said before he closed the door.

"Wait." I said, getting him to come back.

"Yes."

"Do you see something out of place?"

"No, not really. Just you looking a little out of place."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, just go on your break." I told him, waving him off. He closed the door and this guy sitting in the chair just looked at me in shock. "Don't say anything. I know he didn't see you." I sat back down behind my desk and rubbed my temples as I tried to come up with something reasonable.

"Am I a ghost?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders. Both of our eyes widened in shock when he stuck his hand through the desk.

"I guess that answers your question." I told him as he looked down at his hand.

"I don't understand."

"How you became a ghost?"

"I don't remember anything." He said, looking at me with tears in his eyes. I grabbed a tissue off of my desk but then I remembered and when he saw me it made him cry more. I sat on the edge of my desk in front of him, trying to figure out a way to console him. Normally, I would give someone a pat on the shoulder or a tissue but all of that would just go through him.

"Sir, you have to remember something."

"All I remember is a bright light and then I was on a sidewalk and then I-"

"You tried to re-kill yourself."

"I didn't try to kill myself."

"Well, I mean, you were standing in the middle of the street."

"I wasn't trying to kill myself!" He yelled, standing up. He was scaring me a little but I couldn't let it show.

"Calm down, if you weren't trying to kill yourself what were you trying to do?"

"People were walking pass me, ignoring me. They even walked through me. I thought I was in a bad dream so I tried to wake myself up."

"That's a weird way of going about it."

"I panicked okay!" He yelled again before slowly disappeared. When he was gone, my door opened and one of the mail boys came in. He stopped when he saw the look on my face.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine." I said as he placed my mail on my desk and left the room.

I got up and sat in the chair that the mystery guy was just sitting in and it was cold. I don't know if I'm losing my mind or if all of this is actually real. I figured the only thing that could get my mind off of all of this foolishness of today was to throw myself into my work until this guy came back.

"Alright guys, see you tomorrow."

"See ya, Carlos. Make sure you get some sleep tonight."

"I will." I said before I walked out of the office building. I had to explain to some of my co-workers why I was looking a little rough and the best I came up with was I needed more sleep.

As I walked home, I was still thinking about that guy. He hasn't shown up since earlier today in my office and I found myself looking for him. I shook my head as I walked into the front door of my building, heading up the stairs. I took out my keys and opened the door and smiled. The sun hasn't set yet and I still had time to watch it happen. I took off my jacket and hat, placing both of them on my coat rack before I grabbed me a bottle of water. I grabbed my keys and quickly headed to the roof.

The sun was beginning to set as I reached my same spot on the backside of the building. I sat up down on a crate that was up there and sighed as I watched the sun set. It was something that my mother and I did before she died. Ever since my father died, she had always made sure that we spent as much time together as possible. She would always make dinner and we would go to the roof of our building and eat it in silence as we watched the sun set. She always spoke about how she and my father use to do the same thing when they go their new house.

Sometimes it feels like they're next to me when I've had a particularly tough day. I smiled a little to myself when I remembered the last time me and my mother had this moment. She told me that she was proud of the man I've become and this was back when I was just a regular ole cop. Now I'm at the top and I know she's probably more proud of me than ever. I know my father is proud of me because this is the exact position he was in when he met my mother. I had closed my eyes when I started thinking about my parents and when I opened them, I gasped at the figure in front of me and fell off of the crate.

"I-I'm sorry. I-"

"No, it's fine." I said, collecting myself and standing up, using the crate to help. I recognized that voice and when I looked towards the person, I gasped again seeing that it was the guy. There was a silence in between us as I stared at him. I could see the sun setting almost through him. It looked to be as if I were looking through a darkened window. When he noticed my shocked gaze, he looked down at himself and looked at me as if I could do something about it. I picked myself up off of the ground and dusted off my pants.

"Um, I'm sorry about earlier." I told him but I could see that he was still distracted by the transparency of his body.

"Sir." I said, getting his attention. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and I wanted to help him so much but if he doesn't know who he is, then there's no way I could help him.

"How about we go inside and we can properly talk things out without having me look clinically insane." He nodded at my words and I moved the crate back to an upright position before I walked over to the door. I opened the door and held it open for him before the realization hit me that he could've probably went right through. He didn't seem to notice my slip up, so I followed him, careful of not walking through him.

Once we reached my apartment, I unlocked the door and walked in, closing it behind him. He stood in the middle of the room and I walked over to my kitchen, where I grabbed a pen out of the coffee cup I had filled with them. I opened one of the drawers looking for my pad of paper. When I didn't see it, I walked into my bedroom to find it on top of my dresser. When I came back out, he wasn't there anymore. I sighed heavily before throwing my pad and pen on the coffee table.

"Get it together Carlos." I mumbled to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I sighed once more before I unbuttoned my shirt. I took it off as I turned around and screamed again when he was behind me.

"You cannot keep scaring me like this, it isn't good for my health." I told him and I could tell he wasn't paying attention. He was looking pass me and I turned around to see that he was looking at the window. I stepped in front of his line of vision and he shook his head before he looked at me. He looked down at my shirtless chest before he looked back at my face.

"Sir, you seem confused and for my sanity and yours, can you please stay in one spot." I told him and he sighed.

"That's the thing. I don't know how long I'll be here before I vanish."

"Okay, so you acknowledge that you vanish. Okay, I'm not too crazy." I said, sitting down. I grabbed the pad of paper and pen before I wrote it down. I wanted to write his name at the top of the paper but I realized I didn't know it.

"Um, what's your name?" I asked him and when I looked up he wasn't there anymore. I almost sighed before I heard what sounded like crying. I turned around to see that he was looking at the pictures of me and my family. I still remember the day we took those because that was also the same day that our dog birthed puppies.

"Sir, do you have a name?" I asked him and he turned to me with a shocked expression.

"I don't know my name." He started looking frantic and I remembered what happened last time he got upset.

"Sir, okay, just…lets go through some names and if they sound like yours, then, we'll go with it until you remember."

"What if I never remember?" He asked me as he walked around the couch.

"Then you'll have a new name." I told him and he sighed.

"Okay, how about John." I asked and he shook his head.

"Michael."

"Maybe."

"I'll write it down and we can cross it off if it doesn't match after all."

"Okay."

"Howard."

"No."

"Okay, stop me when you think I'm close."

"Okay."

"Victor, Francis, Josh, George, Tom, Bob, Danny, William, Oliver, James, Brandon, Richard, Liam, Pa-"

"Wait!"

"Yeah."

"I think it starts with an L." He told me and I nodded. I laid down on the couch and moved a throw pillow under my head.

"Okay, so it starts with an L so that's a good start." I told him and he nodded from his standing position. I wanted to tell him to sit down but he looked too nervous to sit down. I wrote down every vowel and pronounced them all for him. When he didn't respond the first time, I did it again and he gasped.

"It's definitely a 'Lo' sound." He said and I nodded, writing it down. I yawned and adjusted myself on the couch. I could hear him trying to figure out what letter would be next and I could feel my eyes closing. I don't know how long I was sleep but I was woken up by his voice.

"I remember my name." He said smiling. I sleepily nodded as I watched him.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"It's Logan!" He said before the room was filled with silence. I nodded as I opened my eyes slightly. When he wasn't there, I sighed and turned over on the couch and fell back to sleep.

A/N: Ah! Logan finally remembered his name! Of course with that comes with him getting over emotional and well, you see how that works. I love the introduction of Carlos' character because you can really see how much he's working and how everyone can tell he's not normal. I particularly love his relationship with Camille. Thank you for reading and reviews are much appreciated! :D