A/N: This is slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Well, I own neither Ghost Whisperer or CSI, though I wish I did. Man it must be nice to be Jerry Bruckhiemer (not sure I spelled that right, sorry.)!

This is going to be an angst filled piece, it may not seem like it now, but this story will have a happy ending. Promise. Please don't hurt me. :)

Please read and review. Each review inspires me. Yes, even the not so nice reviews.

Promises We Made

Chapter 1

Melinda Gordon knew the instant she slipped from her dream state into the vision. She'd had way too many visions over the years not to.

She'd just never had a vision like this before. For some reason, this ghost had chosen to share one of – his, her, no definitely his – his most intimate moments with her.

Trying to push aside the waves of pleasure, threatening to overwhelm her, as belonging to the man whose body she temporarily shared, Melinda tried to study the man moving above her. The sensations of two highly aroused male bodies rubbing together were a huge distraction that she needed to overcome if she was going to help this ghost.

Square jaw, deep brown eyes, short brown, nearly black hair, and a look of such deep devotion and love, Melinda was instantly reminded of the way her husband, Jim, looked at her when they made love.

Melinda's eyes snapped open, and an embarrassed blush crept over her. Even though the vision had been freely shared with her, Melinda still felt as if she'd been intruding.

Her gaze was immediately drawn to the man standing over her. Jim was still lost in dreamland beside her, but even if he had been awake, he wouldn't be able to see this man.

She quickly tried to lock an image of him in her mind. Five ten, at least, maybe one hundred fifty pounds, shaggy, brown hair that stood out in all directions, the tips highlighted blond. She couldn't tell his eye color in the room's dim light, but he wore jeans, a T-shirt, and a baby blue lab coat. On the right upper chest were the letters LVPD.

He said, "You've got to help him!" then vanished.

Grumbling under her breath about, "Damn cryptic ghosts," Melinda crawled out of bed and threw a robe around her shoulders.