A/N: I do not own CSI, CSI: Miami, CBS, or the characters of the shows. In this chapter, Greg goes back to work, and Speed's right there with him. This chapter's slightly more humorous, and there are a few new revelations, so please enjoy and review. :)


Chapter 2

Speed hovers through the door of the Las Vegas Crime Lab as Greg opens the door after him. "That's badass," Speed says, smiling. "I always wondered whether or not I could do that."

"In two years of being dead and being down here, you never tried it?" Greg asks, looking his direction.

"Nah, never really felt like it. It's only cool if someone can watch you do it." Greg laughs.

"Dude, you're strange."

"I was worse when I was alive."

"Really? I wish I would've been able to see it."

"Yeah, that'd have been cool." Nick walks up to them, putting his arm around Greg's shoulders.

"Welcome back, man," he says. Greg smiles.

"Thanks," he replies. "Hey, uh, I'm sorry about the other night…"

"Don't mention it. Grissom needs to see you."

"Yeah, I figured." Greg walks down the hall with Nick toward Grissom's office while Speed tags along behind.

"Hey, I have a question, though."

"Okay."

"Were you bullshitting about that guy? The ghost?" Greg froze momentarily.

"I told you about that?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Well, what would you think if I wasn't bullshitting?"

"Nothing, really. I know your grandmother was into the occult and could contact the spirits and stuff, because you told me. And I guess it'd be proof to your family that you got that from her." Greg nods, chuckling.

"Right. Nah, I wasn't kidding. He's still here, right now."

"And I'm about to start hitting on your lab tech, because she can't hear me," Speed says, winking.

"You never mind," Greg replies, glancing at him.

"What'd he say?" Nick asks.

"That he's gonna start hitting on the lab tech."

"Which one?"

"He didn't say."

"The pretty one," Speed says.

"I got a pretty one for you to hit on," Greg tells him. "Find your way into the Trace lab."

"Okay." Speed wanders off, and Nick looks at Greg.

"He go?" he asks.

"Yep," Greg replies.

"If he were alive, he'd probably kill you for that."

"What do I care? He can't hurt me. He's dead." Nick laughs. "Thanks for believing me."

"It's not that much of a stretch, considering it's you."

"Yeah, but still. I was afraid no one would believe me. Speed said we should go to a medium and see if they could prove I'm seeing him."

"Might not be a bad idea. No disputing it, I guess."

"I don't know. Some people would still dispute it." Greg reaches Grissom's office, walking in. "Hey, Grissom," he says softly. Grissom looks up from the paperwork on his desk to find Nick and Greg in his office.

"Welcome back, Greg," he tells his employee. Nick excuses himself, walking away.

"Thank you."

"Have you completed your counseling?"

"Yes."

"Good. Until the coroner's inquest has passed, you're going to be working in the lab."

"Yes, sir. In DNA?"

"Yes."

"Okay. What about after the inquest?"

"You'll be back in the field, unless they happen to rule that your actions were criminal, which probably won't happen. Don't worry right now, Greg. Just take things slowly."

"Yes, sir."

"And know that you can come in here any time you want and talk to me, okay?" Greg nods, growing apprehensive. "About anything. I mean it."

"Well, actually, now that you mention it, I think there's something I should probably tell you about…"


Speed walks into the Trace lab, finding Hodges immersed in his work. He looks around the lab, finding no one else in there. He groans loudly, cursing Greg for lying to him. He flings his arm out, knocking over an empty beaker. He stops, and Hodges looks over at the shattered beaker in confusion. "Since when can I touch, hold, and knock things over?" he asks aloud.

"How did that fall?" Hodges asks as Bobby Dawson walks in.

"Everything okay in here?" he asks.

"Yeah, fine. A beaker fell."

"How?"

"I don't know. I was over here the whole time." Speed stands still, knowing the two men can't see him, but also wondering since when could he feel things and touch things.

"I'm dead," he says aloud. "How in the fuck did I do that? Am I supposed to be able to touch things? Does this make me closer to crossing over? What the fuck is going on?" Speed walks out into the hallway, slapping the doorjamb along the way. Hodges and Bobby turn at the sound, looking first at the doorjamb and then at each other.

"Did you hear that?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah," Hodges says. "What was that?"

"I don't know."


Greg walks into the DNA lab, smiling at Wendy. She looks up at him and groans. "They stuck you on lab duty with me?" she asks. He nods, smiling. "Great."

"Oh, come on," he says. "You love me."

"Just sit down and shut up."

"Yes ma'am." He sits on a stool, folding his hands together as she walks around. "Need any help?"

"No, not yet. It's between shifts, and I'm just finishing this up for Kristina." He nods as Speed walks in, looking confused.

"Greg, I don't know what's happening to me," he says. Greg gives him a questioning look without talking. "I just knocked over a beaker in the Trace lab. I've never been able to touch things and knock them over. Why can I all of a sudden? Because you see me? Because more than just you know I exist? What's going on?" Greg shrugs, glancing briefly at Wendy before looking back at Speed. Speed looks at Wendy before nodding his understanding. "She doesn't know I'm here." Greg shakes his head. "Yet you're still gesturing to me, so that must mean she's not really paying any attention to you anyway." Greg nods. "Right. Okay, so, I'll just chill here in the corner quietly and wonder how in the fucking world I got to the point where I can actually start knocking shit over. Because that's just weird. I mean, I spent two years wandering around, and no one could see me, no one could hear me, and I couldn't feel or touch shit."

"Hey Greg, can you hand me the methlyene blue?" Wendy asks. Greg obliges silently.

"And now that I'm here in Vegas, it's like everything's completely different. Someone sees me, and I can touch shit, I can knock shit over. I can do a lot of stuff I couldn't do before. How in the fuck did this happen? Is it because you see me? Because Nick believed you when you said I existed? Is it just something totally, completely random? What the fuck is going on?" He sighs as Greg reaches for a blank sheet of paper and a pen.

"Grissom knows about you too," he writes. "And so does my therapist." Speed reads his writing and sighs.

"And they both believed you?" Greg nods. "They didn't think you were crazy." Greg shook his head. "Wait, I knew that about the therapist. I was there. He kept saying there was a weird energy in the room, and you told him that it was the obnoxious ghost who would leave you alone. You asshole." Greg shrugs, and Mandy comes into the lab.

"Greg!" she says, hugging him. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks, Mandy," he says softly.

"She fucking crazy?" Speed asks. Greg rolls his eyes.

"How are you doing?" she asks, concerned.

"I'm doing alright," Greg tells her honestly as Wendy continues to ignore everyone else in the lab.

"That's good. I was really worried about you."

"Liar," Wendy retorts.

"I'm not lying," Mandy defends. Wendy looks over at Greg.

"She just wants to get in your pants."

"Oh, like you don't."

"See, she didn't deny it."

"Neither did she!"

"Dude, you could hit both of them," Speed says, looking at Greg. Greg shakes his head.

"Ladies, please," he says. "I'm not worth fighting over."

"Yeah, I agree. Man, if I was alive, I'd be something worth fighting over for ya'll." Greg glances at Speed. "What?"

"Something worth fighting over?" he writes down while Wendy goes back to work and Mandy talks about how she's glad Greg's still alive.

"I am, bro. I used to get so much action. I was a very popular man down in Miami."

"Yeah, okay." Greg turns back to Mandy, smiling softly as she continues talking. He nods when appropriate while Speed sits on the stool next to him.

"Hey, Greg, did I tell you that I can now knock shit over? That's just fucking crazy. I never used to be able to do anything like that, and now, all of a sudden, it's like I'm alive again. I don't understand, Greg. Why?"

"I don't have the answer for you," Greg writes down.

"What'cha writing?" Mandy asks, curiously peeking at the paper.

"Nothing," Greg says aloud. "Just some notes to myself." She nods slowly.

"Right. Well, I should get back to work. Welcome back, Greg."

"Thanks. I'll see you later, Mandy."

"Later, Greg. Wendy." Wendy nods her acknowledgement as Mandy leaves the lab.

"Love that girl to death, but she's trying to smother you," Wendy points out to Greg. He laughs.

"Ya think?" he replies playfully.

"I love her, though."

"She's great. She just needs to take a step back a bit."

"Exactly." Wendy walks past Greg, casually noting the few lines he had scribbled down on the paper. "So, notes to self, huh?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Dude, she totally scoped out the paper," Speed says. "You're so busted."

"'I don't have the answer for you' is a note to yourself?" she asks.

"I started writing a story in my off time," Greg says. "I was just working out some dialogue in my head."

"That looks like a very one sided conversation."

"Character's on the phone. Someone else is watching him."

"Dude, you seriously should write fiction," Speed says. "You're good at this."

"Right," Wendy says, not believing him.

"What?" Greg asks.

"You don't write fiction. You can't write."

"You shouldn't be spying on my stuff in the first place. And secondly, I'm a pretty good writer, thank you very much."

"Yeah, right, Greg. You couldn't even write your way out of a paper bag."

"Sure I can. Watch." Greg writes 'your way out of a paper bag' on the piece of paper in front of him, causing Speed to laugh and Wendy to roll her eyes.

"Cute, Greg." She walks away and out of the lab while he smiles.

"I think she thinks you're crazy," Speed tells him.

"Who doesn't?" Greg replies nonchalantly with a shrug.

"I'm serious, dude."

"Maybe I am. You're sitting here with me."

"You're into the occult. You're psychic. It's not a stretch that you'd be able to see me, or that I'd be here."

"You've been listening to Nick too much."

"Which one's Nick?"

"The guy that was there the night I got drunk."

"Oh, right. Him. I guess he's right then."

"Maybe. We'll see." Greg sighs, stretching while Speed watches him quietly.

"You have an amazing support base around here, bro."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't know how supportive they'll be when they find out I'm being stalked by a resourceful spirit. Or when they find out that these skills stick with us even in the afterlife." Speed chuckles.

"But you'll be a hit at parties with me around."

"Dude, I'm already a hit at the parties without you."

"But with me, you're unstoppable."

"You're nuts." He laughs.

"You've already mentioned that, Greg."

"Doesn't make it any less true."

"Right. Anyway…" Before Speed can finish that thought, Wendy walks back in, and the night's shift begins.