"ohmigod." people are fleeing from me.

"omigosh." as I walk by, they push themselves against the walls and into connecting rooms.

"Oh lord..." Becky or someone stands in front of me, seemingly to scared to move.

"Don't. Fucking. Pray to him." I shove her out of my way and push through a silent throng of staring people to Grissoms office.

He's leaning over his desk, staring at me. Everyone else, Nick, Catherine, Warrick, and Sara even, are hovering around. Staring.

"What's going on?"

XXX

This wasn't funny anymore.

This was past cruel too.

God said there wasn't anything he could do to punish me.

If this is him joking, I hate him more than ever.

This cant is real.

XXX

Grissom is pale and serious, his jaw is clenched shut.

Nick and Sara and Catherine and Warrick look almost as freaked as the people I passed in the hall.

There is nothing wrong with this picture. Everyone is just how they should be.

But this can't be real. It just can't.

God does not bring people back to life.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know."

"You're dead." Catherine breathes. "You can't be here."

"I know..." this was starting to scare me too. This is wrong. This whole thing is wrong.

I slide into a chair.

Why is he doing this to me? I can't handle this. I can't do this.

"I can't do this." my hands are shaking. "I...I can't..." I phase out. I feel sick. Blink.

"Greg. Greg." I snap out of it and Grissoms right there. It was like a jump in time. Everyone's here, and then they're not.

"What's going on?" I can't answer. I don't know.

XXX

"This is going to end badly." God said to me.

Another one of our visits where he berates me for not being a perfect citizen.

"You're not going to be happy when it's over."

"I'm not happy now." what was he trying to tell me?

XXX

I don't know why I'm here.

Grissom puts on his gloves and handles me like evidence. But I know he's glad to see me. DreamGrissom would be.

I'm glad to see me too. Here. Alive-maybe. But just like everyone else, I'm confused.

How can this be happening?

"Grissom..." blink.

He's done. Finished in an instant. Evidence bags filled with half my clothes and scrapings from under my nails.

What the fuck? This keeps happening. What is it? A bump in time?

XXX

No one told me I could leave, so I stayed at the lab. Not like I had anywhere to go anyway.

I dug through the break room, and there was still a bag of my Blue Hawaiian coffee in the back of a cabinet.

"I hid it there." blink.

I'm standing up now. Nick's smiling at me.

I don't like this... jumping thing.

"You want some?" the coffee in heaven is pretty bad...

Nick's always been good to me. He makes a full pot of my coffee, and it smells so good. I end up wrapped around myself in a chair. I phase out until Nicks sitting diagonal from me pushing a mug towards me.

"You don't look so good."

"I...I've been through a lot. This is weird for me." Nick laughs.

"Welcome to the club."

Somehow, I think I expect myself to know what's going on. Like everyone else expects me to. I don't like letting people down.

"Tell ya what," what? "Why don't I take you back to my place and you can get some sleep. And maybe some fresh clothes."

It's just then that I realize that Grissom really had taken most of my clothes. I'm sitting in the break room in pretty much just my boxers and a dress shirt. ack. I must look bad.

Funny, I come back from the dead and I'm thinking about how I look.

"Okay."

XXX

I forgot how wonderfully soft Nicks couch was.

I used to get completely wasted and crash at Nick's. He was nice about it too. I used to drink a lot. On bad days, you know.

At least I didn't do drugs like I did when I lived in New York.

"We kept most of your stuff, in case your family ever showed up to claim It." my family? I scoff.

Nick tosses a pair of my jeans at me. I remember loving how soft my jeans were.

Everything is soft in heaven. Everything's too nice. It gets boring.

"here." a soft, worn out flannel-ish shirt about five sizes too big gets thrown in my face. "It's mine. Sorry if it's too big." I roll up the sleeves to my elbows and bury myself in Nicks couch. He lays a blanket over me super-gentle. Crouching down next to me he says, "All set?" I nod.

I am so tired.

"You look exhausted."

"I feel like I haven't slept in forever." he smiles.

And tousles my hair.

I fall asleep curled up with a fleece blanket on Nick's couch.

XXX

"Maybe it's not him."

"What do you mean? How could that not be him?"

"He means it could be a trick of some kind."

"Why? You talked to him... you saw him..." long pause.

"He... he died, Nick." Sara sounds horribly sad...

I can feel nick glaring at her.

I'm asleep, but I can hear all this.

"She's right. We can't be too careful." so not even Grissom believes in me. "But personally, I think it's him. I don't know how, but I think it's him."

"We can do some tests in the morning."

XXXX

AN: sorry this is taking so long to update. Inspiration is coming slow. This story will continue though. In the meanwhile, review. And be sure to tell me what's wrong with it if you find anything.