i just realized something. When I was telling everyone I was really careful when I was checking for mistakes, I spelt if wrong.

Anyway, I'm not sure how many times a week guys go to the gym, so I just made it twice a week. That's probably not right, but it's just a story, no hard feelings. Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing and sorry this one's a little late. I'll try to update more, but for now enjoy!


Chapter 4

Sleeping Handsome

Sara kept visiting Greg every day to see if he remembered anything. So far nothing. She was on her way to his room again. She knocked on his room door and heard a faint 'come in.'

"Greg? Are you awake?" She quietly sat beside his bed.

"Yeah." He said groggily. "What do you want?"

"Same reason as every day. I'm going to keep coming here until you remember something."

"I had that dream again last night. It doesn't make sense to me, but it might to you." Sara leaned forward in her chair, urging him on.

"I remember entering a house with someone. I went to the back of the house and he stayed in the kitchen. We were looking for something. Suddenly I heard something crash in the kitchen. I came out to see a masked man in black beating and kicking and punching the guy I came to the house with. Then he shot him. Once in the leg, and once in the stomach. All I saw was red. Every where. I told him to leave the guy alone, then he came after me. He had a gold object, but it was covered in red. He started hitting me over and over again. He hit me in the back and that's when I went down. I looked over and saw the other guy coughing, with red coming out of him. I reached for something in my pocket, but the guy and kicked me, almost knocking me out. Then I looked over and the guy that beat on me lit a match and threw it across the room. There was fire every where. Then it went dark."

"Do you think you could describe what the guy looked like that came with you?" He shook his head.

"He's blurry in my dream. He gets little more clear every time I have the dream."

"How long have you been having this dream for?"

I've been having this dream every time I fall asleep. It started two days ago. I was afraid to tell the doctors. I thought you'd understand."

"I do Greg, I really do." He smiled up at her. Finally there was someone that understood him.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Sara asked him. He thought for a moment before speaking up.

"I hear music. It starts out soft, then as I get closer I see someone in some sort of room. The room is full of machines. As I get closer, the music turns into like heavy metal. The guy is dancing around the room while working with the machines."

Sara had tears down her cheeks. He was finally beginning to remember.

Nick began to stir in his sleep. Warrick reached out and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

The doctor said his condition was improving, though he still shouldn't get too excited. He could talk a little bit, but not too much.

"Hey Nick. Nick wake up." Warrick said gently. Nick's eyes fluttered open.

"War-" He tried to say.

"Hey sleeping handsome, it's okay. Don't go hurting yourself again. Just write whatever you have to say down on a piece of paper." He handed Nick a pad of paper and a pencil. Almost immediately he started writing. It took him about five minutes to finish writing. He handed it to Warrick when he was done.

Hey Warrick. How's Greg? I want to see him, but I can't leave my bed. How's Sara holding up? Did you ever find out who did this to me and Greg? I'll try and explain what happened when I can talk. It'd take to long to write.

Warrick laughed at the last part. "Greg's doing better. He has amnesia though, so Sara goes to see him every day to help him try and remember things. I would take you to see Greg, but the doctor would probably kill me. As for Sara, she was really upset when she heard what happened. She doing better, but she's still upset. I'll go find her for you if you wan....." Nick nodded his head.

"I'll be right back. Don't go dying on me now." They both laughed. He got up and left Nick's room and went down the hall.

Sara was still in with Greg, but they were looking at pictures, with Sara pointing to each person in the pictures.

"Hey." Sara jumped.

"Warrick, hey. I didn't hear you come in."

"I'm a sneaky kind of guy. I just thought you'd like to know that Nick's awake. He wanted to see you. I'll stay with Greg if you want." Sara agreed and hugged Warrick.

"Thank you Warrick." She left and went to see Nick.

Warrick sat down in the chair Sara had just got out of.

"So....." Warrick tried to start a conversation.

"I like her. She's nice." Warrick laughed. He had liked Sara before the accident too.

"What are you looking at?" Warrick looked down and saw a picture of him, Sara, Nick and Greg down at the park. It was one of the few days they'd spent together out of work.

"What was I like before the accident?" Greg asked suddenly. Warrick's head shot up.

"You? Well, you were the strangest person you'd ever meet, but we all liked you. You had this way with people. You listened to the craziest music and you were everybody's little brother. Everyone looked out for you."

"Well then it must be true. That's what Sara told me too." Warrick smiled. Greg was getting more like the old him every day.

"How's Nick?"

"What? How do you know about Nick?"

"I've been having dreams about the accident. Sara told me the guy that was with me was named Nick. He's right down the hall."

"He's doing better. He just woke up actually."

"Do you think maybe.... you could take me to see him?" Greg pointed to a wheelchair in the corner since he wasn't that good at walking yet.

"Yeah... sure." He brought the wheelchair beside the bed and helped Greg get into it. Once he was in, Warrick took him down the hall to see Nick.

"How are you feeling?" Sara asked Nick.

I've been better. He wrote on his paper.

"Greg's starting to remember some things. I gave him a picture of me, you, Warrick and him at the park on our day off. He's......"

"Right here." Warrick interrupted.

"So this is Nick?" Warrick pushed Greg up right beside Nick's bed. He looked at him carefully. "I remember you. You were the one spitting up blood. You were with me that day." Nick closed his eyes, he hated re-living that day.

Before Greg could continue, Grissom and Cathrine rushed in the room.

"Nick!" They both said.

"We've got everything we need. We just need the who. The man was wearing a mask right? Do you think you could tell me any distinct characteristics about him?" Grissom asked. Nick wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Grissom. Cathrine leaned over Grissom's shoulder to read with him.

He was fairly tall, maybe 5'11 or 6 ft. He had pretty broad shoulders and was more built then any guy I've ever seen, like he worked out a lot more than a regular guy would. Or he was a body builder.

"So we're looking for someone who goes to the gym a lot? How many times do you go to the gym Nick?" Nick held up 2 fingers.

"Twice? Okay, so we're looking for a guy that goes more than twice a week. Thanks Nick." Cathrine hugged him. "We need to get back to the lab and look up gym registrations. We'll see you guys later." Grissom and Cathrine left the crowded hospital room

"I knew they would find something!" Warrick exclaimed.