Hope you guys like this one. It's my first Ghost Whisperer fanfic so…take some pity on me! Just kidding…I love watching GW and I hope I don't forget any important info. This story is going to be a classic ghost story (not wet your pants scary or anything!) for Ghost Whisperer. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome! Thanks a lot! Oh and the ghost…he looks like Ziggy Stardust! I just thought it up that way…no offence intended…I just thought an awesome ghost would look like that! I would want a ghost to visit me if it looked like that…*drools over laptop.* Not that I want him gone or anything…He just appeared when this story popped up in my head. For the record, I'm a huge David Bowie fan and all…so yeah!

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all!

It was finally Friday and Melinda was just about ready to open up the antique shop. Everything was dusted off, the floors were clean, and she was hoping it was going to be a very relaxing day. It started off well, she had received some new pieces, the paper boy left his Friday paper before school started, and Delia and Ned were coming later in the afternoon.

When all was said and done, Melinda sat behind her register and counted the profits. The month of December brought in new customers looking for Christmas presents, and a lot of money that was going towards Grandview High's new fund raiser.

She put the cash back into it's original places, and then started to fix the dolls behind her. When she was finished she went into the back and began to work on her laptop. Everything was fine for the first five minutes, and then she heard papers being ripped. She thought nothing of it until she heard a crash that sounded as if someone was slamming an open palm against her counter hard.

Melinda walked back and saw that all of the forty fives had been knocked off of the shelves. When she bent down to pick them up, the newspaper pages were flipping through themselves. This wasn't an unusual thing for her though, whenever a spirit wanted her attention, this was how they got it.

After all of the records had been neatly put away, Melinda decided to see what was going on with the newspaper. A page had been ripped out and it was placed just so she would see it.

It read…

GRANDVIEW STUDENT

KILLED IN A PREMEDITATED AUTOMOBILE INCIDENT.

On Thursday the thirteenth, Student and football player, Ricky Allen was murdered on the football field with awful looking tire tracks covering his clothes and body. Grandview PD has stated that three football players are in question, and that none of them have confessed to the crime committed. "I can't believe this happened," said a young woman "He was so friendly! What monster would do this?" Clearly fellow students are surprised and worried. "We hope this never happens again, and we will have the whole school on protective shut down until further notice." says Principal Farthingdale. Anyone with any information please contact the local police station right away.

As soon as she read the last sentence, she felt a cold breeze to the right of her. She looked and saw a young man with shocking red hair in a "mullet" style, he had beautiful blue eyes (One was slightly darker than the other), he was lean, he had a hooked nose that suited his face quite well, and gorgeous thin lips that completed his appearance. Melinda knew that this was Ricky. Right away she could see the tire tracks and blood covering his football jacket. He didn't really look like a football player, in fact without the jacket you would have guessed that he was in the pep band, or in advanced placement art classes, but this didn't matter.

"Are you Ricky?" she asked quietly.

He took a step closer and then gave Melinda a look.

"It depends on who's asking." he asked. His English accent oozing with sarcasm.

Melinda wasn't sure just how to deal with this one. He was a teenager so, talking to him like a mature adult would only result with more sarcastic comments from his end. It was quiet irritating because, Melinda didn't have the knack for comebacks. It was something that just never came naturally to her.

" I can guarantee that you have some questions, and I will answer them all. You just have to answer mine. Does that sound good?"

He nodded. "Yes I am Ricky. I answered your question, now can you please answer mine?" he asked.

Melinda sat back on the stool, and let Ricky ask all of his questions. Most of them were like, why am I here?, can anyone else see me?, why can you?, and the one that really surprised her: "Is Milo going to be okay?"

She thought about it. Who was this Milo? And why was he so concerned? He looked really upset about it too.

"Well, I don't know. Who is Milo?" She asked casually.

Ricky looked down at his shoes. Melinda was surprised at how long he stayed and kept up a conversation.

"She's just some girl at school. I don't want him to have her!" He yelled and then just as Melinda anticipated, he left.

It was kind of strange how his mood changed. He went from a soft talking, sarcastic teen, to an over protective…almost…boyfriend.

As she moved toward the forty fives again, one jumped (literally jumped) off of it's shelf. It was Glenn Miller's 'In the mood.'

"That's odd." she whispered.

Just as she was about to greet some customers, her phone rang.

"Same as it never was antiques! Melinda speaking, how may I help you?"

"Uhh…Hey Mel."

"Delia. You don't sound too good. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I..I mean, we….can't come in today. I have to meet Ned at the police station." Delia said in between sobs.

"What happened?"

"Well, he didn't come home last night, and I looked around all night, and then this morning Officer Hagan called and said he was a suspect in the High School murder case!" Delia sobbed again.

Melinda was a little bit worried. Ned was almost like a son to her, and to hear that he got caught by the cops for murder was heartbreaking.

"I'm coming right over!"

What did you all think? Good or bad? Reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome! You always make my day when you review! Love you all!