DISCLAIMER: (Insert typical disclaimer here, including "I don't own CSI, yadda yadda yadda, Greg and all other characters are property of CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer…bla bla bla…you guys get it. I own no one but the girl and all other characters…yadda yadda yadda…and yeah. You've all read it before…so deal with my spin on the disclaimer…)

SUMMERY: Greg is having reoccurring dreams where he dies and a vampire angel of death tends to his wishes. He has no idea what's going on, but when a case involves a woman who bears a striking resemblance to the angel in his dreams, what kind of deja vu will Greg have? And what kind of chaos ensues when Greg finds out that his dream is really a premonition? What kind of turmoil will everyone be cast into when they find that werewolves, vampires, and angels are really walking among them? What will Greg learn of his death when he has to watch the woman accused of murdering a man? How will the team react when they find that Catherine and Warrick are engaged? And… Nick finally asked Sara out??? What kind of twisted dimension has Greg been thrown into? Can he find the truth and clear the suspect's name before he dies?

Rating: I'll go M for language for right now…it might change after a while. But yeah. This shall be my first attempt at a fantasy story…so…please don't eat me. I'm trying here.

Genre: I'll go with Drama, Fantasy, Adventure, and some humor…enjoy!

Character focus: This shall be a GregOC fic…so it focuses around my favorite character.

Written for my friend Julie…hope you like Julie!!!!!

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"I don't get it though. If I'm here, then why can…this is just too freaky. How did I end up here?"

"Don't you get it? You were in their way. They needed you out, and that is just what they did. You're dead. You are dead, and no one can help you now."

"Can't you?"

"I am only here to fulfill what ever you wish whilst you are suspended in between life and eternal death. I can only help you send signals to your friends, not talk to them. They would be very angry with me if I let you talk to your friends."

"Who are this they you keep talking about?"

"The ones that I work for. They would be very angry if I disobeyed the rules of death."

"There are rules?"

"Do you ever stop asking questions?"

"Not when I'm dead, no. I want to know why you can't send me back. You are supposed to fulfill my wishes. I wish to be alive again!"

"I do believe I said they had to be within reason…"

"SCREW REASON!!!! I want to go back dammit!!!"

"I can't do that. Unless they decide to let you have a second chance, I'm afraid you are stuck right here in the middle of heaven and hell Mr. Sanders."

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Greg awoke in a cold sweat on the break room couch. This had been the 13th time he had this dream, and it was getting quite annoying. He always started in the same place, and ended after the blonde haired beauty of an angel of death, as she introduced herself in the dream, said his name directly.

"Greggo! What is up dude?" Nick Stokes asked as he entered the room with Warrick Brown. They tossed a football back and forth across the room until one false move from Nick spilled a cup of coffee.

"Oh shit dude, you're in for it now bro," Warrick chuckled as Conrad Ecklie made his way down the hall to inspect the noise.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Ecklie asked. Nick and Warrick shared glanced as Greg wiped some sleep from his eyes.

"Uh…nothin'" Nick replied, hiding a grin. Ecklie looked between Nick, Warrick and Greg and glared.

"Well, stop that. Brown, you've got a 406; B and E on Flamingo. Stokes, you and Sanders got a 419. One suspect is already in custody, go question her," Ecklie snapped.

"Wait… her?" Greg asked, standing up. He stretched and then yawned, looking at Ecklie.

"Yes, her. Pay attention Sanders. And no more sleeping on company time," Ecklie spun on his heel and left the room.

"What a dick," Warrick muttered. "Well, have fun with Sanders Nicky. Try not to piss anyone off today, mkay?" And with that, Warrick also left the room.

"Okay, to interrogation!" Nick exclaimed leading the way down the hall, Greg close behind.

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"Where the fuck is my car you assholes?!" The shout came from interrogation room 3. Greg glanced at Nick before he took a breath and entered the room.

"Miss Anderson, could you please be calm?" Greg asked as he came into the room, gazing at the case file in his hands.

"No I will not be fucking calm! Not until you fucking tell me where my god damn car is!" The woman shouted again.

What if it's a pancake now?" Nick asked as he took a seat.

"If it's a pancake, you fuckers owe me a $150,000 fucking car!" she screamed back. Greg took a seat and looked up, a gasp escaping his mouth.

"Oh my god," Greg whispered as he stared at a strikingly beautiful girl with golden blonde hair and green eyes. She looked back at him sourly, a look of pure venom in her eyes.

"What is it Greg?" Nick asked as her heard the gasp come from his partner.

"You are the girl from my dream," Greg whispered, ignoring Nick's question.

"Ha! Like no guy hasn't tried to use THAT one on me before," She spat.

"No, you are the girl in my dream. You are the angel of death," Greg breathed.

TO BE CONTINUED……..