A Note from Me to You: Most ghost stories don't have happy endings, or they always have horrid deaths and histories. The following fan fiction will have a scenes of violence/rape so if that is not your cup of tea, then I beg you not to read it. But for those adventurous ones, who wish to read this, please enjoy it!

Chapter 1

The drive to work was always dull and unexciting, nothing never really happened on the streets of Miami. But today, it was gray and stormy, and to Horatio Caine, that meant that an unwelcome event would follow. As he drove the Hummer toward the direction of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab, he even swore that he saw a flash of lightning in the distant sky.

Today promised to be particularly boring…for some reason not one crime had been called in over the past two weeks, and as far as Horatio knew no one in his team was having a day off…except Calleigh, who was in the Florida Keys with her father for some quality father-daughter time.

At that last thought a flare of lightning did streak the sky and a loud clap of thunder rumbled inside the clouds. Horatio pursed his lips into a thin line. Oh yeah…it was just one of those days: the days where Miami was going to be treated to a miserable down-pour and the flood warnings would go up again. Already the city had four of those in a row and Horatio, for one, was getting sick of it.

A hard rain began to fall.

Just my luck, thought Horatio as he turned on the windshield wipers and squinted as best he could through the sheets of water. God, I can barely see anything! He flipped on his cell phone and called Eric, just as he stopped at a red light – or what he hoped was a red light.

"You're fifteen minutes late, H," said Eric over static. "Normally you're the first one in…you OK?"

"I'm fine, just stuck in traffic," replied Horatio. "And the rain is coming down pretty hard. I shouldn't be though I don't think."

"OK then. You'd better hurry…the chief has just put a boatload of paperwork on your desk and he wants it all done by Monday."

Dammit. Just when this day couldn't get any worse, the chief gave him a load of homework to do. Guess I won't be going home tonight, thought Horatio glumly. The light went to green and he hung up, easing the Hummer into the thirty-mile speed limit.

Quite suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two glaring headlights appear very closely to his window and the loud honking of a car horn blared into his ears. Horatio had no time to slam on the brakes as the truck's grill smashed into the driver's side of the Hummer, sending it into a violent and rapid spin. For a moment it was like time itself seemed to slow down as Horatio gripped the wheel for dear life. All he saw was Miami going into a protracted yet blurry rotation as the Hummer continued its mad figure-eights across the street. He heard people screaming; though the noise was very faint, as if he was trying to float out of his body, but then that was replaced by feelings of pain…something was cutting into him. Pieces of glass were flying across his vision like twinkling stars, except Horatio saw spatters of blood of them: his blood. For a second he knew that it was glass from the window and windshield that was cutting him. He thought, Goddammit, this is not how I'm supposed to die… when the Hummer suddenly tipped over and started to roll, how many times Horatio wasn't sure. All he saw was the breaking glass, the Hummer's roof and doors caving in. All he felt was the pain becoming white-hot agony. When the Hummer decided to stop rolling, it was on its wheels again, and had stopped completely.

Horatio slumped in the seat, his death grip on the steering wheel fading into a feeble clasp. Through half-closed eyes he saw that there were crimson splashes all over the front of the car and he felt a hot liquid rolling all down his face. When he lifted his left arm he found that he couldn't do it very far so he had to lower his head to he could touched his brow. His hand came away bloody.

Then the pain kicked in.

Every part of his body hurt excruciatingly, though he wasn't sure what hurt the most. Darkness was beginning to settle in all around him and for a while Miami became so black that he couldn't see anything at all.

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"Horatio."

The voice calling him out of the blackness was soft and female. As Horatio struggled to get his eyes open he heard the voice again, this time more urgently: "Horatio, please wake."

When he did manage to finally open his eyes, through a shade of fogginess, Horatio saw what appeared to be a woman, a teenage girl to be more exact, standing outside the wrecked Hummer. She was very pale, and wore what looked to be a blue gown of some sort and a long blue cape with a large hood pulled over her head. She had a pale oval face and gray eyes and by her expression, she looked very distraught and she was also wringing her hands.

"Horatio," she repeated. "Please wake. Please."

"Help me," he said.

The girl, who looked to be about fifteen by the looks of her, nodded, still wringing her hands. "Aide is coming to you, Horatio, fear not," she said. Her voice had traces of an accent…British most likely.

Horatio blinked but the haze didn't go away. "Who are you?" he asked.

The girl turned around at the sound of people running toward the Hummer and Horatio heard the voice of Eric clearly calling out, "H? H, you hang in there, all right? We're coming!" She turned back to him and she looked panicked.

"I have to go!" she cried. "He's coming for me! I'm sorry!"

"Wait…" Horatio tried to reach out to her and his fingertips grazed the hem of her cape. It felt icy to the touch, but the girl was already off running toward the crime lab.

Why is she going there? Horatio asked but he passed out again just as Eric and two officers ripped open the Hummer door.