A/N - hello, me again. I got really carried away and had to write a third chapter and I think I might finally have put the beginnings of a plot into it now rather than just focussing on Greg's misery (bless him). Anyway the story will always be from his point of view but will include some more events as he goes alongtrying to get his head around what has happened to him.

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Chapter Three

I sat on my sofa, staring at the inactive television like it was the best programme I had ever seen. Predictable but entertaining all the same. I had been sitting like that for half an hour now. I knew I should really get up and move but if I did that I would have to start thinking about what to do next and I liked not having to think.

Grissom and the Dr hadn't argued with me. Just located my clothes and let me leave. Grissom drove me to my apartment and I slammed the door in his face before he had chance to enter, offer to make coffee and sit in the awkward silence that seemed to be following us like a shadow. The last thing I needed was someone there who didn't know how to care, if he cared at all. I realised that was probably unfair and found myself no longer looking at the television.

Maybe I needed to get some sleep. Not that I thought that by going to sleep and waking up again I would find this to be a clichéd nightmare that I was waking up from. No way, like I said before, I knew what had happened to me, was under no illusions. Except now I was getting a step closer to actually having to deal with it.

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock was getting on my nerves. Second after second of silence. Minute after minute of the blank television screen. I should be out there, looking for the bastard that did this to her. To me. To us. Grissom would never let me back on the case, I knew that. Stupid protocol. Stupid sensible Grissom. Stupid everything.

I was going around in circles now. Had to move before I became one of those tragic zombies who ended up sitting in a home just staring and going no where. I had to fight this, do something productive. I had an active mind . Couldn't sit still for long. Had to be doing something.

My car was still at the lab. I scolded myself for being an idiot by thinking of going for a drive. I walked into the bedroom, needed a change of clothes.

'I can't get over how beautiful you are,'

She turned and gave me a curious look.

'What?'

'Sorry, I just had to say it, in case you didn't know,' I realised I had said it completely out of the blue and it had nothing to do with the conversation we had just been having.

She smiled and turned back to the mirror and continued to touch up her make up. I lay my head back down on the pillow and sighed, still looking at her. She caught my gaze in the reflection of the mirror and rolled her eyes at me.

'Don't you know it's rude to stare?' she said sarcastically.

'Well I'm just rude in general,' I shot back.

'So, where do you want to go tomorrow?'

'Tomorrow?' I feigned ignorance.

'My birthday?' she spoke slowly like I had such poor cognition that I needed her to.

I laughed 'Oh yeah, that.'

Her face fell. 'You didn't forget did you?'

'Of course not!' I exclaimed, not believing that she would think for a second that I could forget.

She stood up and walked over to me, placing a kiss on my lips.

'Good, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow.'

'I'll pick you up at eight. Wear something nice.'

'Are you saying I don't normally wear something nice?' she accused.

'Didn't you hear what I just said? I can' t get over how beautiful you are.' I said and kissed her again.

'You're so pathetic,' she mocked. 'You're supposed to be a man, be more manly.'

'Yes ma'am,' I saluted her as she grabbed her handbag and left the room.

My heart pounded in my chest and I took a deep breath. Not wanting to invite the chest pains and dizziness I had felt in the hospital to return, I managed to calm myself and remember why I had entered the room in the first place. Suddenly finding a clean change of clothes seemed so unimportant. I hadn't cancelled the dinner reservation yet. I looked at the clock. It was 9am, plenty of time to cancel.The meal wasn't supposed to be until 8 tonight.

Why was she so dressed up last night? Not that you could call a ripped bloody dress being dressed up. Somehow I don't think the restaurant would have let her in looking like that. Where was she going? Some kind of black cloud descended over me as I began to realise my second worst nightmare.

Was she seeing someone else?

A/N - der der der (dramatic music). Sorry, anyway there you go. Am attempting to put in a little twist here and there and have thought of one or two more to put in future chapters. Hopefully this story will be done by the end of this week because ihave to go home and wont get online for ages otherwise. Hope you enjoyed these chapters. Please read and review again.