Greg stepped into the unfamiliar living room and stared at his
surroundings. He turned slowly around, taking everything in. Not a
single memory was triggered and he ran a hand through his hair in
frustration.

"Nothing," he said, sighing. "I don't remember any of this."

He sat on the couch and placed his head in his hands. He
understood the memories wouldn't return so quickly, but it annoyed
him. He thought coming home would trigger something, but not a single
memory showed itself.

Give it time, he told himself. You're not going to remember
everything in one day. Or an hour.

Greg leaned back on the couch and listened as Sara made lunch in
the kitchen. She had been patient and understanding with him
concerning the fact he didn't recall her. He felt for her and wanted
to do everything in his power to remember.

Maybe they would return if I went to work, he thought. I met her
at work.

He looked at her and smiled as he imagined her solving a case. He
saw the passion within her by gazing at her.

He made his way over to her as she placed the bread back in the
fridge. He leaned against the counter and watched as she shut the
door. She turned and looked at him with a question in her dark eyes.

"What?"

"Just admiring you," Greg said, smiling. "I thought it would be
better to do so here instead of in the living room."

Sara slowly shook her head as if contemplating a reply. She then
tossed the napkins on the counter, causing him to wonder if he said
the wrong thing. He folded his arms across his chest as he waited for
her to lash out at him. He didn't know why he felt suddenly
defensive.

"I can't believe I've miss your flirting," she said with a slight
smile. "It's comforting."

Greg relaxed and returned her smile.

So we flirted with each other, he thought. Maybe I can start there.

He closed the gap between them and gazed into her eyes. He felt
the heat flow between them as her eyes darkened. The urge to take her
in his arms and kiss her senseless came over him.

"Greg," she whispered, her hands roaming over his chest.

He gasped at her touch, electricity surging through him. He drew
her closer to him, his eyes taking in her lips. He wanted to know
what they tasted like and if it would trigger a memory. He lowered
his head to kiss her when the phone rang.

Greg groaned and stepped back. He watched Sara as she went to
answer the phone. He picked up the sandwiches and went into the
living room. As he bent to place the sandwiches on the coffee table
an image flashed before him. He almost dropped the plates in
surprise.

"Greg," Sara's voice came to him and steady hands grabbed his
shoulders. "What's wrong?"

He sat on the couch as reality came rushing back to him. He looked
at her, her concerned eyes touching him.

"Something flashed. An image."

"Of what?"

Greg closed his eyes, hoping the image would return. Instead, his
head began to throb, causing him to growl in frustration.

"I don't know," he said. "It's gone."

Sara ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him. She kissed
his temple sending a jolt of awareness through him.

"It's all right," she whispered. "It'll come back."

"What was the call about?" Greg asked, changing the subject.

"Grissom," Sara answered. "They found Stevens."

"Stevens?"

Sara stared at the coffee table and Greg wondered what was wrong.

"He was the man who kidnapped and tortured you."

White walls flashed before him followed by pain. He gasped and
fell against the couch. He clutched his chest in pain and fear. An
image of a man hovering over him was the only thing he saw.

"Greg!" Sara's voice came from far away. The image wavered as he
felt hands on his shoulders.

"Greg, wake up!"

He blinked and Sara appeared before him. He took a deep breath as
his heart slowed to normal.

"I saw a man and white walls," he whispered.

"We found you in a room with white walls. The man is Stevens."

"I was tortured."

"Yes," Sara remarked, her voice breaking. "You were in the
hospital for a week. You don't remember me at all."

A sob escaped her and he wrapped his arms around her. She cried on
his shoulder and his heart ached. He stroked her hair, hoping to
soothe her.

"I wish I could remember," he whispered. "I'd give anything to
remember."

"I know," Sara said between sobs. "It hurts to know that we also
might have to start over."

"I thought you loved my flirting."

Sara chuckled and he smiled. It was a beautiful sound as one he
wanted to hear more of. He kissed her temple then pulled back to
look at her. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs and felt a jolt
of electricity shoot through him. He glanced at her and saw she had
felt it as well.

"I'll help you remember," Sara said softly. "Even if we have to
start over."

"Thanks," Greg whispered.

Sara and Greg headed into work the next night. Greg went straight
into the DNA lab and got the shock of his life. A woman stood by a
microscope as she prepared something for it. Surprised turned to
confusion as he stepped closer.

"What are you doing?"

The woman jumped then glared at him.

"I'm preparing a hair for a DNA analyzes. What are you doing here?"

Greg stared at her, still wondering what was going on, "I started
back to work today."

The woman raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms against her
chest.

"You don't work in DNA anymore. Remember?"

"No."

The woman didn't reply as Grissom called Greg's name. He turned
around, feeling even more confused and frustrated.

I entered the Twilight Zone, he thought.

"In the briefing room, Greg," Grissom said then headed down the
hall.

Greg looked at the woman, who only shrugged. She then shooed him
out into the hallway. He followed Grissom to the briefing room,
feeling quite out of his element.

He sat beside Sara, wondering if he should really be here. He took
a deep breath to calm his nerves and turned his attention to Grissom.

"There's a 419 at the Tangiers," Grissom said, holding up a piece
of paper. "Maid service called it in. Nick you're with me on this
one."

"Goody," Nick said, taking the assignment paper. "Let me guess,
the body was found in Murder Central."

Grissom only raised an eyebrow as he continued.

"A girl of twelve is missing. The parents said they last saw her
five days ago. Sara, this is your case."

He handed the paper to her. She glanced at it then back to Grissom.

"Shall I take Greg?"

"If it'll help him remember, yes."

The room cleared then, each one heading toward their assignments.
Sara led Greg to their SUV.

"You really think I'll remember something?"

"You never know. Besides, I get to keep an eye on you."

Greg smiled as he climbed into the vehicle.

"Now who's flirting?"

"Shut up, Greg."