Title: Dead Like Speed
Author: marco
Fandom: Dead Like Me/CSI:Miami (sort of)
Pairing: Speed/?
Summary: A story about Tim Speedle's life after life.
Archive: Anywhere, but please ask first.
Rating: R just in case.
Parts: 1/?
Spoilers: CSI:Miami: Lost Son.
Status: Incomplete
Series/Sequel: N/A
Website: N/A
Disclaimer: Don't own neither DLM nor CSI:Miami, though I can think Tim's up for
grabs now.
Authors notes & Warnings: Definite spoilers for the CSI:Miami episode "Lost
Son". In fact, the entire story is based on it. This is not really a 'crossover'
with DLM; only the idea (and, in a way, Rube) is used.

'What was going on?', Tim thought as he saw all those people looking and shaking
their head sadly. I've been shot, somebody call the goddamned ambulance!

Then he noticed just what they were looking at.

His dead body.

Something was very wrong here.

"What the hell is goin'on?" Tim screamed to the thin air.

"It's useless." A voice behind him said in a Southern accent. "They can't hear
ya."

"Why?" Tim asked, confused as all hell.

"You're a soul now, boy." The same, definitely male voice continued.

"If I'm a soul, why am I not already in Heaven, or Hell, or wherever souls
should be?" was Tim's next question.

"Because, see, you're going to be a Reaper." He says.

"No, I'm not!" Tim says. "That's just a TV Show!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah! 'Dead Like Me'!" Tim continued. "You know, the one on Showtime."

"This is not a TV Show, Tim." The man said again. "You're really going to be a
Reaper."

"So, I'm going to kill people, isn't this what you're saying?" Tim answered.
"And HOW do you know my name, anyway?"

"Well, a lot of the souls - and of the Reapers - that passed by here in the last
9 years were always proud that there was somebody able to speak for them. You."
The man answered. "And no, you're not going to kill people. You'll just help
them in a different way from before. You see, everybody has a, how can I put it,
um,. date of expiration on him or herself."

"Oh, great." Tim commented. "is this info available or not? Because if it isn't,
we'll have to complain to the service."

"It isn't available, smartass." The man continued. "Anyway, when their time
comes, you're going to have to help them out of their bodies. It's not all that
difficult; I give you a post-it with the name, place and ETD."

"ETD?"

"Estimated Time of Death. You have to go there and wait until it's going to
happen, then, a minute or less before it happens, you touch the victim, and the
soul comes out, avoiding physical and psychological pain to them."

"Hm. Think I'm getting the hang on this." Speed answered. "So, what now?"

"Now, you begin your job." The man answered. "I know you have gone undercover a
few times. Think of this that way."

"OK. So, I will assume a new identity. Like the TV Show." Tim said.

"Enough with the TV Show." Said the man.

"Now that I have accepted everything you had to tell me, could you tell me your
name?"

"Oh, yeah. It's Rube."

"WHAT?"

Tim suddenly noticed that the man had appeared in front of him. and looked
exactly like Mandy Patinkin.

Oh my, he thought, what am I into?

CUE TO CREDITS

They are like the normal DLM ones, except that at the end there isn't Ellen Muth
under the cloak, but Rory Cochrane.

END CREDITS

TBC?

I continue? I don't? You tell!