Greg, Sara, and Brass entered the home of the missing girl's
parents. They led Brass into the living room as Sara and Greg went
down the hallway toward the girl's room.

The room was painted lavender with a dark purple carpet. The bed
was up against the left side wall and had a lilac spread. A white
dresser was to the left side of the only window in the room. A
bookshelf sat in the right side of the closet which was across from
them.

"Dust the window for prints," Sara suggested as she set down her
kit.

She opened the kit and brought out the ALS. She went over to the
bed and turned on the blue light. She scanned the top of the
bedspread and found nothing. She pulled the covers back and scanned
once again.

Greg opened his kit and stared at the contents. Luckily, he knew
enough to pick out the fingerprint powder and brush.

At least I can't screw this up, he thought as he dusted the window
sill for prints.

A rush of images flashed before him, causing him to freeze in
shock. The images raced through his mind as if in fast forward or
rewind. They soon slowed until they stopped on one set of memories.

He was in the lab with Sara and they discussed a case. He flirted
with her, but she only rolled her eyes and asked for the results. He
gave them to her, adding one last flirtatious comment before she
left.

The images flashed again, bringing a headache pounding in his
skull. His hands flew to his head as he closed his eyes against the
pain.

"Greg!" Sara's voice came to him and he opened his eyes.

He looked up at her and saw the shocked expression on her face.
She pointed to the floor and he followed the finger to the black
powder before his knees.

"Damn it!" Greg shouted, knowing he probably dropped it during the
assault of images and pain. He tried to clean it up, but only succeed
in making more of a mess.

"Leave it, Greg," Sara said, grabbing a hold of his hands. "I'll
ask for a vacuum and clean it up."

"I dropped the powder, I should clean it up."

"No, Greg. You need to take it easy. Stay here, I'll be back."

Sara left and Greg ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
The flashback came without warning and he had dropped the powder all
over the carpet.

I shouldn't be here, he thought with anguish. I don't know what
the hell I'm doing.

I should go home, he thought as he stood. I don't need to be here.

Greg headed down the hall as Sara came toward him, pushing a
vacuum. He barely heard her call him as he walked pass her. He
stepped outside and strode down the sidewalk.

How long will this go on? Greg thought miserably. What if I was in
the lab when a flashback occurred? What if I had dropped a beaker or
tube? I shouldn't even be near evidence until these stop.

"Greg, wait!"

Greg turned around and saw Sara running toward him. Her expression
was one of worry and fear.

"What?

"You gave me a fright running off like that," she answered.

"Why?"

"Why?" Sara asked, shocked. "You barely have any memories.
Anything could happen to you. You could get lost on your way home or
worse. Come back to the house with me."

Greg shook his head, "I don't belong in there, Sara. I don't know
what I'm doing, plus these flashbacks could occur at any time without
warning."

Sara's eyes fell, but he held his ground. He really had no
business being there and they both knew it.

"At least let Brass take you back," she said at last. "I don't
want you wandering around, especially so far from the lab."

"I'm not a child," Greg said, but agreed. The two walked back to
the house in silence.

Greg sat in the locker room, his thoughts in turmoil.

Grissom shouldn't have let me go to the house. I belong in the lab
where I know what I'm doing.

He sighed and went to his locker. Until he remembered everything,
he would have to convince Grissom to allow him to go back to DNA
analysis.

"Greg?"

Greg looked up to see Nick step into the locker room. He closed
the door to his locker and leaned against it, his arms folded.

"What?"

"I heard what happened," Nick answered as he sat on the
bench. "Are you all right?"

"Fine," Greg answered. "I always enjoy dropping powder all over a
crime scene. Keeps people on their toes."

Nick smiled slightly, "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Greg."

"Don't start," Greg said, storming out of the locker room.

He headed down the hallway and into Grissom's office, not
bothering to knock. Grissom looked up from reading his reports, a
surprised expression on his face. It turned into curiosity as he took
off his glasses.

"What is it?"

"I can't be in the field right now. I can barely do what I'm
supposed to. I'm better off back in the lab."

Grissom stared at Greg for what seemed like forever. Greg changed
from one foot to the next, slowly becoming impatient.

"Sara told me what happened," Grissom remarked at last. "She's
worried about you."

"Then you agree I should go back to the lab? At least until all my
memories return."

Grissom slowly nodded and leaned back in his chair. Greg relaxed
and sighed in relief. He knew he couldn't screw up DNA.

Thought that's what you thought when fingerprinting, a voice
whispered to him.

"Thanks," he said softly.

He left the office and headed across the hall to the familiar lab.
The woman he had seen earlier was still there. She looked up from
staring through the microscope and raised an eyebrow.

"Forgot where you're supposed to be again?"

"No," Greg answered, stepping further into the room. "I've been
reassigned back to DNA."

The woman smiled slightly, "Good. I could use some help. I'm Mia,
in case you forgot."

Greg smiled slightly and pulled on some gloves. He went over to
the pile of evidence and picked up the top bag. He opened it and a
blue cloth dropped into his hand. He saw the blood in the upper
corner of the cloth and smiled.

This I can do, he thought.

Sara watched Greg as he prepared the blood sample for analysis. He
seemed so much more comfortable in the lab than he had out in the
field earlier. She knew he was having a hard time with no memories,
but she was still worried.

What if he's driving and has a flashback? Sara thought with dread.

She wished there was a way she could help him regain his memories
faster. She saw how frustrated he had become and it grew everyday.
She feared he would snap eventually and hurt himself or worse.

"Back to your favorite pastime?"

Sara spun around and saw Grissom behind her. She sighed and looked
at Greg as he removed the results from the printer.

"There has to be something I can do to help him," she said softly.

"He's remembering, Sara. Give him time."

"These flashbacks are unpredictable, Grissom. I'm afraid he'll
have one and end up getting hurt or worse."

Grissom's pager went off, causing Sara to jump. Grissom looked at
it and shook his head.

"Right where he can see us and he still pages."

Sara smiled slightly and followed Grissom into the room. She
caught the surprised expression on Greg's face upon seeing her. She
offered him a reassuring smile.

"What do you have?" Grissom asked.

"The blood is female," Greg answered, handing the results to
Grissom. "I compared it to the hair that was also in the envelope and
they're a match."

"Thanks, Greg."

Grissom left the room and Greg went to pick up the next bag. Sara
closed the gap between them. She placed a hand on his shoulder,
getting his attention.

"What brings you here?"

"I want to make sure you're all right?" She answered. "I'm worried
about you."

Greg smiled, "I know. I'm fine. I haven't had a flashback in
awhile."

"Have you remembered anything?"

Greg was silent for awhile and her heart sank. She shouldn't push
him so hard, but it hurt he had no memories of her or their life
together. She opened her mouth to tell him not to worry about it when
he turned his dark eyes to her.

"I remember you," he whispered.