LilDevyl: El Chupacabra means "The Goat-Sucker" in Spanish. The Chupacabra is a bloodsucking mythical creature that sucks all the blood out of farm animals and pets. The Chupacabra is in the South America and Mexico region and even in some parts of South-western North America. There were even some reports of it being as far as in Pennsylvania.

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"Why aren't they keeping me longer?" Greg asked. It's not like he enjoyed hospitals; he just knew there was something wrong that needed attention.

Riley was driving him to his apartment in the company SUV. It was just after sunset and it had only been about 13 hours since he arrived at the hospital. They gave him fluids, rabies shots, and stitched up his shoulder and neck. His neck was marred with bite marks and slices where the fangs raked across the skin. Other than a few bruises, those were all the damages he sustained from the attack.

During his hospital stay, the doctors all had a problem with the heart monitors. No matter which one they used they all seemed to malfunction. The temperature was low and they each declared that Greg had no heartbeat. But Greg being conscious and talking showed the machines wrong. The doctors apologized profusely and instead checked his blood pressure, which was in the healthy range after he was given the fluids.

Greg assumed it was all the excitement that finally exhausted him by morning. He awoke later that afternoon and was given his clothes while Riley filled out the forms. He felt like he had been thrown out of the hospital.

"They can't do anything else since the machines won't work for you. The doctors didn't feel safe giving you any major drugs, like anesthetics, that might have an adverse reaction with you. So they're sending you home." Riley assured him.

Greg turned his head away from the window to look at Riley. "Funny; how every heart monitor that came my way couldn't get a reading."

"Oh, please, not this again! You can't have blood pressure without having a heart that's beating to push your blood through your veins. You are 100% alive and working, Greg." She raked her fingers through her hair in annoyance.

"I bet their getting rid of me because they don't know what to do with me." Greg stared up out of the window to gaze at the stars. The sky was cloud free.

"Well, Greg, if you were listening to what I just said, then you would have already known that that is exactly why they're sending you home. There's nothing else they can do for you, so what's the point in keeping you there?"

Greg sighed. This had to be tenth time he had tried to convince her there was something wrong. And for the tenth time she had pushed it aside with what he and his fellow CSI's always use to reason things with; science. He decided he'd just drop it. This was obviously not going anywhere and he'd prefer not to bug her any more than he already had been doing so.

"No point, I guess." He admitted.

"Exactly." She smiled with what Greg knew as contentment because he wasn't beginning another argument.

A few minutes later the SUV found a parking spot in front of Greg's apartment building and Riley cut the engine. As they approached the door she held it open for Greg. His doctor had strongly recommended Greg not to carry anything over ten pounds with his injured arm so that the tendons could strengthen. After walking up the flight of stairs they walked down the hallway to Greg's apartment. Greg used his key to unlock the door before pushing it open with his good arm and turned the lights on as they entered into his living room.

He walked from the living room to the kitchen, placing his keys in a glass bowl on the counter before turning on the kitchen lights. The actions caused him to wince a little.

Riley noticed this. "Are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Greg sat on one of the bar stools beside the breakfast bar. "I think so, but if you want-" he wiggled his eyebrows as he put on a boyish grin.

"Ugh." She would have thrown a pillow at him if it wouldn't hurt him. "No thanks, Greggo. I think the oxycodone has made you a little loopy."

He chuckled lightly but didn't deny it. "You want anything to eat or drink?"

"No thanks. I'm actually going to go to the lab. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, alright?" She was already opening the door to leave.

When Greg raised a brow immaturely she added, "Except for that."

He let his brow drop and smiled. "Yeah, alright. Thanks for bringing me home, Riley."

"You're welcome, Greg. I'll see you later." She turned and pulled the door after her.

As the door was about to shut he said his, "Bye."

After the door clicked shut, Greg looked around his apartment, noticing the disorganization and realizing all the few days off he was given. Maybe he should organize his apartment a little bit. He sighed and looked to the kitchen. Dirty dishes lay in the sink even though he had a dishwasher he could easily clean them in. he thought about it, wondering if he felt too lazy to do anything about it or not. He sat there awhile, not really thinking, but trying to see if he really felt like doing this.

He made up his mind with a sigh and stood up. He approached his door and locked all the locks, feeling unsafe by himself and then turned on his television. The silence was also unsettling. He wasn't tired so he might as well clean his apartment when he had thought about doing it and actually had the time to do it.

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It took Greg almost the entire night to clean his apartment. His apartment was the size of Nick's and actually kind of a similar structure with room placements, causing him to wonder if the same contractor that built Nick's apartment complex had built his.

Greg threw out the last of the Windex blued paper towel that was also black from dust into his trash can. It was filled to the brim with paper towels in a similar state from other household products that had helped him dust and clean his apartment. He had saved the vacuuming for early morning (Around six) so he couldn't be yelled at and then finished cleaning his windows. He was and glad that it was all over. He was really going to keep his apartment clean from now on. That way, he wouldn't ever have to do this ever again.

Greg sighed tiredly as he walked into his bathroom and did his thing and then took a shower to wash all the dirt and cleansers off. When he was done he changed into some boxers and a Hanes t-shirt before he walked around his house, turning off the TV and all the lights before he made his way to bed. His arm was sore and throbbed like a heartbeat that he missed. He had almost forgotten his dilemma when his mind was consumed with cleaning and organizing his place. He still wanted to forget it.

He gingerly got under his covers and laid his head onto his pillow, being careful not to put too much pressure onto his injured shoulder and neck. It had been easy to fall asleep with riley beside him, knowing that he was safe in the hospital and that nothing could get him. But now he felt like a little girl, worrying that the Boogie-man was hiding under the bed and could attack him or some monster hiding in the closet would pop out and attack him once he had shut his eyes.

He wished he had his gun beside him, but right now it was at the lab being checked out. They'd find all of the guns bullets within that…. Person? Was it a person? Or was it some mutated animal; monster more likely? Greg didn't know, and honestly he didn't want to think of the creature any longer. Just thinking about it made his adrenaline spike.

He didn't have to think about the creature for long though, because he was soon overcome by exhaustion. His eye drooped closed and even if he had tried he wouldn't be able to open his eyes again because they were so heavy. Seconds later he was fast asleep.

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A long, loud and painful beep roused Greg from his sleep. It sounded as if it was in his ear and its sharpness aggravated Greg. He couldn't tell what it could be but one thing was for sure, it was seriously annoying. He was perfectly content in the blissfully deep sleep before the unknown noise startled him awake. He'd have to find it so he could end it.

His eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room, the only light coming from behind the dark curtains that barely made it through the fabric. Groggily he looked around for the source of the noise but he hadn't been coherent enough to know what it could have been. Only when the beep blared once more did he find the source.

The noise belonged to his cell phone, which was atop his bedside drawer table. It was close to his head. No wonder it had been so loud. He reached for the phone several times before his deadweight of an arm could grasp the electronic. He flipped it open to see the screen read "27 Missed Calls". His eyes widened and he forgot about his balance, causing him to tumble out of his bed and onto the hardwood floor.

He landed with an "Oomf" and struggled to untangle himself from the sheets so he could find his phone from which he had dropped during the fall. Suddenly the song "Feel Like Makin Love" started playing somewhere within in the sheets. Thankfully Greg was able to pinpoint where the phone was and answered it on the second go around of the chorus.

"Hello?"

There was an audible sigh of relief on the other end of the line. A concerned but annoyed Catherine spoke, "You know if you needed more time off, Greg, you could have called me! I thought something was wrong!"

Wait. What? Greg was confused to say the least.

"Wait. What?"

"What do you mean, 'What?'? You had three days off of which you begged for instead of a week or two off. And then you decide you want the week off without telling anybody? What's come over you, Greg? You've never done this before." She sounded offended.

Greg was lost. Women always seem to start fights about something he had no clue about.

"I don't understand, Cat. I've only just got out of the hospital a day ago. I still have two days of time off left."

The other end of the line went concerningly silent. Now he was not only confused, but worried.

"Catherine?" Why wasn't she talking?

"Um, Greg. You've been out of the hospital for five days. Not one."

Greg's furrowed his brows. Now it was Greg's turn to be confused into silence. He was blank for a few seconds before he responded.

"Are you serious? Five days?" was his oh-so-brilliant response.

"Yes, Greg. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Well, all I've done for five days, apparently, is sleep. It's a little strange, but maybe it's a good thing?"

"Uh, why don't I send Nick and Riley up to you? They've closed the case and they've been worried sick about you when you didn't come to work today and the day before."

"Um, alright. Yeah, sure. Why not?"

He noticed she avoided his question, but he understood. He was as bit as startled about the information as he was.

"Ok, I'll let them know and they should be over soon."

"`Kay, bye, Cat." Greg said uncertainly.

"Bye, Greggy. Feel better."

With that the call was ended and Greg closed his phone. Whatever that creature did to him, Greg had a bad feeling about it.

So I'm gonna stop it there. Kind of filler-y but important. The "sleeping" thing will be explained the next chapter so it'll make sense. =)

I'm sorry if I killed that 3-4 days long change thing for those who like their classic vampire. But I really didn't know what to do with a resurrected Greg with an autopsy makeover sort of thing; it would be too much of a shock, I think, and it just wouldn't work out the way I planned. So instead I did the" sleeping" deal. There's more drama when it's less conspicuous then him wking up on an autopsy table and the team when doesn't believe Greggo, ya know? I'd figure that would make a better story…

What do you think? I hope you're enjoying this story ^-^ I'm having fun writing it =D R&R! Reviews make me smile =D

Talk to you next time!

~ Butters