A/N: This was written for a challance over at LJ. Greg runs into someone who is wearing the same freaky contacts that Demetrius James was wearing.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

"Breathe."

Greg's heart beats faster with every forced breath.

"Look at me."

He couldn't see anything. He couldn't focus.

Nick and Greg were at an old warehouse processing a victim who had been hanging from an old rafter. There had been a Halloween party and the guest just thought the girl who was hanging was a manikin, a life like manikin.

Nick had been interviewing party guests and Greg was supposed to be taking pictures of the victim. When Nick glanced over toward Greg, he noticed him shaking and sweating.

"G, you're scaring me. What's wrong?"

Greg couldn't talk, couldn't make his mouth form the words.

"Talk to me Greg. What happened?"

He can't say the words. He can't tell Nick that he had just seen Demetrius James.

Greg was taking routine pictures when he had seen him. Demetrius James. Standing not five feet from him. 'NO' his mind shouted! He was dead. He had killed him. The city paid the family.

Nick looked to where Greg was staring. There was a young boy, dressed as a mummy. He noticed his eyes. The white contacts the boy was wearing to complete his look. Then it hit him. Greg must think he is seeing Demetrius James.

"You're safe Greg. It's not him. He's dead."

Greg feels a warm hand grasped his own. He instantly begins to focus and realize exactly what is happening. It's just his mind playing a trick on him. But it doesn't stop the stray tear from falling down his cheek. Then he feels it. Warm breath against his cheek. A brushing of lips stopping the tear in it's track.

"Let me take you home, baby."

Greg finally turns to look at his best friend, his lover, his soul mate. He can see the love in his eyes and instantly feels safe and secure. As they leave the crime scene, Nick holds Greg close. No words needing to be exchanged.