Ghost Whisperer - Pay Up
Based on: CSI New York, Season 5 Episode 25 - Pay Up

It was a sunny Monday morning in New York City. A sunny, soon to be absolutely not normal Monday morning. Jim Clancy, one of the NYPD's finest detectives was on his way to one of his "buddy". He stopped his car, while the afro guy get into it onto the passenger seat.

"You can't keep coming around here like this, Clancy." he said "You trying to get me killed?"

"You kidding me?" Jim asked back "Why would I want to make more work for myself?"

"Yo, I'm not playing, yo."

"Well, move to the Upper East Side and we won't have this problem."

"What you got for me now, huh?" he seemed angry "You want me to rat on the kid who stole the test in my eighth grade math class? Or better yet, my grandma."

Jim didn't say anything first, just smiled.

"She's been putting Canadia coins in the laundry machine again."

"You do this one last thing and we're through." Jim nodded.

"I heard that before."

"Open it." Jim handed a case file to the guy, and he did. He read out to himself.

"Deactivation of confidential informant #11847. Name: Terrence Davis."

"Deactivation." Jim said to him.

"Yo, this is real?" Terrence asked confused.

"You're a free man. Sign at the bottom, and you and me, we're done."

"I was just about to put you in my Fave Five, too."

"I can tear that up." Jim smiled.

"Nah, I'm good."

"And read the fine print. I still reserve the right to make your life miserable." and with that his phone went off.

"Clancy." he answered immediatly.

"Tonight...you, me, a bottle of wine." he heard the familiar voice of Melinda Gordon from the phone "I'll wear that black negligee I know you like."

She was one of those cops like Clancy, and they were dating for 5 months now.

"Mom?"

"Ugh, never mind. What are you doing?"

"Breaking up with and old friend. You?"

"Babysitting. Taking Gavin Dunbrook over to the grand jury. With a murder rap hanging over his head, he decided to save his own ass and testify against daddy. It'll be enough to put Adam Dunbrook away for at least 20 years. The good son's treating us to breakfast." he could hear where she was.

The familiar sounds of a typical New York Diner. And Jim was right, Melinda was standing right front of Gavin Dunbrook's table with her phone in her right hand.

"Oh yeah? Let me guess...Tillary Diner, two eggs over easy, turkey bacon on the crispy side, glass off orange juice."

"Am I that predictable?" she smiled.

"Yes, you are that predictable." he heard her laughing softly "All right, well, tonight sounds great. I'll pick up some stuff, I'll be over to you place about..." but before he could finish his sentence he heard a loud crash through the phone.

Meanwhile Melinda turned quickly around to see what happened. All she could see was a large black track smashing the front of the dinner. Plates and breakfasts were everywhere. Jim first didn't know what he heard, but when Melinda dropped his phone to got out her 9 milimetres gun, Jim could hear gunshots.

To Be Continued