Italics are from the dream in the last chap and Bold is the action
Lost and…Found 11/?
Rating: possible R
Disclaimer: I only own John Scarze, Michael Hall, and the name Nathaniel Roberts
Summary: it started out with a case he didn't want to work but when Greg Sanders turns up missing, he's got the whole lab looking for him. a year later he's unexpectedly found-but he doesn't remember his life as a CSI. Will Sara ever help him remember? Greg-centric w/ Sandle.
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"I'm sorry." Replacing the shirt over the swell of her abdomen, he looked up, bringing his gaze to hers, a smile coming to rest on his face. "Can I ask you a question?"
Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her features. "You know you can."
"Okay…will you marry me?"
Stunned at the words that slipped from his mouth, Sara stuttered. "Wh…what?"
"I asked…" He started, standing from his spot on the floor and pulling her closer. "…if you would marry me."
Trying to keep herself from falling to the floor at that question, she slowly nodded, feeling all the breath leave her body. "I…yes…absolutely."
Overjoyed by her answer, he pulled her even closer and pressed his lips to hers
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Bolting up in her seat, Sara vaguely registered Nick's voice as she panted heavily.
"Whoa Sara, are you alright?" He asked, pulling into one of the crime labs many parking spaces.
"I…I don't know."
Raising a confused eye, he shook his head, turning off the engine. "Okay…well were here."
"Uh huh." She nodded, her gaze stationed toward the front of the car. One question ringing in her mind. What did that dream mean?
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Stepping out of the car, Sara heaved a sigh of frustration as Nick went to the back waking Nathaniel in the back seat.
"Were here?" He groggily asked, opening his eyes into slits.
"Yes were here." Nick answered, opening the door. "Our detective would like to speak to you."
"What I cant even get a hotel." Nathan snickered, sliding out of the Denali, grabbing his bag along the way.
'At least he hasn't lost his sarcasm.' The Texan thought, shaking his head as he guided his friend to the front doors of the lab. "Right this way, Mr. Roberts." Reaching the door, he turned back, calling. "Sara, you coming?"
"Umm…I'm gonna stay out here for a while." She shakily called back, catching Nathan's eye.
"Alright." Nick nodded, opening the crime labs door as he ushered Nathan and himself into his work place.
"Is she always that beautiful?" Was the last thing Sara heard as both men slipped inside the building.
Hearing Nathan A.K.A Greg mutter those words brought tears to Sara's eyes, making her bolt to the side of the building.
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"Alright, Mr. Roberts take a seat." Nick mumbled, pointing to the table, inside of the interrogation room.
Plopping down at one of the chairs, Nathan raised a brow. "Now, what?"
"You wait." He finished shortly, walking from the room, and straight into Brass. "Hey, he's in there. Hopefully you can get something from him about his disappearance."
"Not promising anything, Nicky, but I'll try." He finished, walking past him and into the interrogation room.
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"So Mr. Roberts, how did you meet Mr. Scarze?" Brass asked, nearly an hour later, having gotten all the other vital information.
"Umm I was actually…" Nathan's mind flashed back to that day, his eyes blinking rapidly as random pictures flickered through his mind. "Umm lost, walking on the I-93…" His mind moved back to John pulling up in front of him in a white car before the scene did a complete one-eighty, changing to him and the pretty brunette CSI in an intimate embrace and kissing in what appeared to be a locker room. "Umm…" His mind was assaulted once more, this time by a dead body before it once again switched to him in the middle of the desert, walking aimlessly around. "Would…would it be alright…to get some air for a few minutes."
If this had been a normal suspect, Brass would have told him no and left the room, but with the fact that this was a co-worker he couldn't help but nod.
Nathaniel couldn't get out of the room fast enough as more memories continued assault his brain.
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"What was that?" Catherine asked the room, having been sitting behind the glass partition that was between the interrogation room.
"I think he's starting to remember." Psychiatrist Dr. Philip Kane mused, watching as Nathaniel/Greg ran from room.
"How do you figure that?" Nick questioned, as Brass stepped into the room.
"His rapid eye movement, the fidgeting, his stammering at the question and his need to leave." The doctor explained, ticking off each of the reasons
"So he's remembering." Grissom raised a brow, trying to figure how he came up with that."
"I think so."
TBC….R&R if you want more…………..so sorry this took so long to update but this one had me completely stumped.
A/N: I have no idea what symptoms there are for a person who lost their memory to remember is but I tried my best. And fellow CSI lovers, the doctor is not mine. Philip Kane was in an episode in the early seasons, he was played by 'Reginald Vel Johnson' (sorry if that is spelled wrong) but I thought I'd add him.