"Man, you totally fucked up." I am laughing in God's face. He just smiles at me. It's a little annoying. "I mean, come on! You think you could keep better track of me."

"I never lost track of you."

"Right, that's how you found me in my dreams. Very nice." it'd be nice if I felt superior to God, but that would just be absurd. "But here I am, alive. And dreaming."

"Yes, but you didn't get yourself there." what? It's true I guess, but what? "I put you back."

"But-...wha...why?"

"It wasn't your time; you have a little more to do."

"What? What is it?" so maybe God's not as out of everything as I thought.

"It's a surprise."

XXX

"Greg..." shake shake. I moan. I have never been a morning person.

"Hi..."

"I thought you'd never wake up. You gotta get up, man."

"What time is it?"

"Late afternoon, let's go."

Nicks car is so kickass. I have no idea how he was able to afford this thing.

I'm wearing dress shoes with jeans. I miss my sneakers, tell ya what.

"I rode a bike to the lab yesterday. Is it still there?"

"You don't own a bike, Greg." hm.

"I know. I stole it. I think I should return it." Nick laughs.

"Yea, okay. We'll see if it's there." I don't think he believes I stole it.

XXX

I never used to have time to slack off at work. Not like it's really my 'work' anymore.

I've spent the past three hours staring at the people staring at me.

I am not happy with them. They want to take a break, but they won't even come into the same room as me. These people used to be my friends and co-workers, and now they won't even look at me. Hodges gave me a mean look about half and hour ago, but I ignored him. It's hardly worth it to get attention from him.

"Hey Greg, would you-" I know exactly what Catherine wants.

"Sure." I open my mouth for her. DNA sample.

"Sorry Greggo, but you know."

"I said 'sure'. Now swab my mouth and get it over with." I'm still disappointed none of them really trusted I was me. Except for Nick and Grissom-kind of. I don't want Catherine to feel bad though.

Ever since I was fourteen I have been amazing at covering up pain with sarcasm and humor.

I can't help it.

Catherine rubs the Q-tip along the inside of my cheek, before plopping down in a chair across from me. She stares at the copper-colored cap and sighs.

"I'm sorry about all this."

"Catherine..."

"No Greg, I really am."

"Whatever." I sigh and glare out the glass wall. How could I tell her I knew it was her who first brought up the me-not me thing?

Wow, I'm really moody today.

Maybe it's cause I feel sick as hell.

I can't stay mad at Catherine. She, everyone, has every right to wonder and be suspicious.

I blink and she's gone.

I am so sick of this.

Blink again and Grissom and Catherine are rushing towards me.

"Greg," Grissom says softly. It's funny how much they all say my name. It seems like at least once per sentence. "How do you feel?"

"What?"

"Catherine said you just... stopped, blanked. That you were fiddling with a pen and then dropped it. That your eyes glazed over, just stopped." I was? I did?

Oh crap.

I'm almost panicking. God wouldn't send me back... messed up, would he? Maybe?

I'm too scared to speak.

"Greg?" I nod at him, trying to note that yes, I am still here. I didn't phase out.

That's what happens when things... Skip. Except usually I'm just going on auto-pilot I guess, and I don't... completely stop.

XXX

Grissom insists on taking me to a doctor. I try to argue that they'll all freak out because all of my medical records will state,

'Deceased.'

As in dead. Which, as of now, I'm not.

It's a scary thought to me. That I'm dead to the world.

"No," Grissom sighs. "You're going to a doctor." he can really suck sometimes.

I pout on the ride there. Or try to. I'm not much of a pouter.

I really feel like driving. Grissom says I can't, because I don't have a license. I used to.

"Grissom..." I defiantly shouldn't be asking this. "Why didn't you care when I died?" I know he did, but he bottles up his emotions so much...

God told me once that dreams are the truest things out there.

I was being especially snotty that day. I shrugged and ignored him.

"I cared." Grissom is the epitome of nonchalant.

"You didn't act like it."

"I've lost a lot of people I've cared about, Greg." he sighs, glancing towards me.

Oh god, what have I done?

"I've learnt to deal with it. Don't take it personally."

"I am so-" his cell phone rings.

Technology can really ruin a moment.

"hey, yea..." its so horrible hearing just one side of a conversation."You have the- good... oh. Oh. Yea. Okay. I'll be there soon." click. "Greg?"

I know already.

Important crime scene. A must-have Grissom scene.

"Let's go."

XXX

AN: updating will be slower now. I'm on computer restriction and I have TONS of school work. But I won't quit this story, so hang on!