Sara paced the floor of the waiting room, her thoughts in turmoil.
She glanced at the clock on the wall with each turn she made. Two
hours had passed since Greg was taken into surgery. She never through
time could move so slowly.

"Sara," Grissom said, getting her attention.

She stopped and turned to see the doctor coming toward them. She
pushed down the dread which threatened to overwhelm her. She sat
beside Grissom and waited for the news.

"He's suffered two broken ribs and a broken nose. He's lucky it
wasn't worse."

"We got there in time," Grissom said.

"Can we see him?" Sara asked, wanting to be near him.

"If you keep it quick."

She nodded and followed the doctor down the hall to Greg's room.

"I must warn you," the doctor said softly. "He woke up briefly and
I asked him what year it was. He thinks it's 1999."

Sara hid the shock she felt and thanked the woman. She went inside
and sat on the chair by the bed and gazed at him.

His face appeared better now that the blood had been cleaned away.
The swelling of his left eye had gone down and a bandage was on his
nose.

She ran her fingers through his hair, needing to touch him. Her
fingers traveled down his face and across his jaw. She fought back
the tears in her eyes, determined not to cry. He didn't need her
tears right now, he needed her strength.

"You need rest, Sara," Grissom said, coming up beside her. "You
haven't slept in two days."

"I can't leave him, Grissom. He needs me."

"So does your son. Greg wouldn't want you to neglect Erick."

Sara nodded. Grissom was right. Erick needed her more at the
moment. She leaned forward and kissed Greg on the lips.

"Get better," she whispered. "I'll see you soon."

Greg opened his eyes and a rush of fear went through him when his
blurring vision saw the white walls. His heart pounded as he stared
at the door a few feet in front of him. His vision slowly came into
focus and he gazed at his surroundings.

Hospital, he thought with relief. I'm in the hospital.

He tried to remember how he had escaped, but nothing was
forthcoming. All he could recollect was the torture he went through.
He shook his head to get rid of the images.

"You're awake," a voice caught his attention.

Greg stared at the woman as she came toward him. Her dark hair
touched her shoulders and her brown eyes danced as she looked at him.
She sat beside and took his hand with hers. She obviously knew him,
but he had no idea from where.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore and confused," he answered as he gazed at her. She really
was attractive. He wished he knew who she was.

"Confused?"

"You seem to know me, but I have no idea who you are."

The woman's eyes fell and he regretted his answer. When she looked
at him again, her eyes were bright with tears.

"I'm Sara San…Sidle," she answered. "We work together."

"Really? I would have remembered you're lovely face."
She smiled slightly and he returned it.

"I started working at the lab five years ago."

"Five years ago?" Greg asked even more confused. "What are you
taking about?"

Sara's face fell even more and tears rolled down her cheeks. He
felt even worse for causing such an expression. He reached out to
wipe the tears away and she grabbed his hand.

"The year is 2006, Greg. We've been married for ten months. We
have a baby named Erick."

Greg stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't wrap his mind around
such information. He shook his head, not wanting to believe what he
had been told.

"I don't remember any of that," he said softly.

"It's all right," she said calmly, but her eyes told him
differently. "It'll come back eventually."

"I hope so," Greg said, wanting her tears to go away. "I'd hate
for your face to get stuck like that."

Sara smiled and shook her head. His heart skipped a beat at her
smile. He couldn't help, but return it. He wanted to see more of
these smiles, everyday if he could.

"I'm glad to see your humor didn't vanish," she said softly. "I'd
hate it if that happened."

"So would I."

She kissed him tenderly and a jolt of electricity flowed through
him. A flash of images went through his mind, but he couldn't place
any of them. When he tried to bring them back, his head began to
hurt.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, standing.

"I'll be here."

Greg watched her leave, suddenly wanting out of the hospital. He
couldn't get his memories back lying in bed. He sighed and leaned
back on his pillow. He closed his eyes and relaxed, hoping memories
would flow back to him.

He felt a presence beside him and he opened his eyes. Grissom
stood before him, a calm expression on his face.

"Grissom," Greg said softly.

"You know me?" Grissom asked as he sat on the chair Sara vacated
earlier.

"Of course. We work together. Or I should say you give me DNA to
analyze and process."

Grissom stared at him and he wondered what he said wrong this
time. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"You haven't analyzed DNA in nearly a year, Greg. You're a CSI
now."

Greg's eyes widened in surprise. It seemed there was a lot he
didn't remember. He suddenly felt frightened, wondering what else had
happened that he forgot.

Maybe I don't want to know, he thought with dread. No telling what
could have happened within a year.

"All I remember is my first couple of years at the lab," he
admitted.

"A lot has happened since then," Grissom said.

"Tell me about it. I wake up and learn I'm married and have a
baby."

"That's a long story in itself. One Sara should tell you."

"I'm not going anywhere," Greg said, smiling.

Grissom sighed, but said nothing. Greg wondered if he would speak.

"The lab knew about your crush on Sara. Of course, she wasn't
receptive at first."

"I wasn't her type?"

"It wasn't that," Grissom admitted. "She was smitten with me."

Greg raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He didn't think he
wanted to hear any more.

I probably made an idiot of myself chasing her, he thought.

He stared at the ceiling, trying to bring some memories to the
surface. None came and he closed his eyes against the headache.

"Don't force them," Grissom said. "They'll return eventually."

"That's what she said. They won't return lying here either."

"I'll talk to the doctor about it. Meanwhile, you get some rest."

"That's all I've been doing," Greg remarked, bringing a slight
smile to Grissom.