Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this fic. In fact, I don't own ANYTHING in this story. They are all owned by other people. I own a pair of socks. That's it. At least I think I own a pair…I'll have to check and get back to you on that! LoL

Spoilers: Well, The Tragic Victor and The Gallant Hero and 21 Guns, but other than that, there's none, really.

Content Warning: Possible Strong Language

Melinda Gordon stared out the window. She found herself laughing at the idea that Jim wanted to come to Chicago for a vacation. "What's so funny, Mel?" Jim playfully poked at her.

"This. The idea that my husband wants to come to Chicago for a vacation. Nothing more." She smiled.

"Well, you always said you wanted to go someplace exciting for vacation."

"Yeah, well, I meant someplace like Mexico or Hawai'i, but not Chicago." She still smiled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please return your trays to the upright position and fasten your seatbelts." The steward's voice came over the intercom. "We'll be landing in Chicago O'Hare in a few moments. For those of you continuing on to St. Paul/Minneapolis, please remain in your seats. For those who are connecting on to other flights, please see a representative about which gate your flight is at. For those of you who have made Chicago your last stop, thank you for flying Delta Airlines. We hope that any future travel you may have will include Delta Airlines."

Melinda watched as the city grew. She never thought she'd ever have the shot to visit Chicago, but she was thankful that she was here. "Well, I never thought I'd be here." She laughed over at Jim.

"Well, there's the opportunity to follow in Ferris Bueller's footsteps." He laughed. "We'll go to the Sears Tower and lean our heads against the windows and try to find our parents and we'll go to the Chicago Stock Exchange and we'll eat at a fancy French place with a 'snooty' maitre 'd and we'll pretend I'm Abe Froman…"

"The Sausage King of Chicago." Melinda played back as the plane touched down. "Sounds fun. Can hardly wait."

"I'm sensing some sarcasm in your voice."

"Seriously, Jim. I know how much you love that movie and have always wanted to be 'Ferris Bueller', so how about for the week, I call you Ferris and every time I need you for something I go 'Bueller? Bueller?'" She laughed.

Jim started laughing. "I think 'Jim' will work just fine." He kissed her forehead.

"Well, if that's how you want it, Jim, than that's how it will be."

"See, now that was sarcasm." He laughed as he stood up to get their overhead belongings. "You'll love Chicago. If it's anything like it's ever been in any movie, I'm sure it's a great city." They exited the plane and Melinda looked around. In front of her was a Soldier, dressed in his desert cammies. He looked right at Melinda and vanished. She gasped a little. Jim instinctively put his arm around her shoulders. "You okay?"

"I don't think we were drawn here simply because it's a great vacation place, Jim." Her voice was soft and determined.

"Are we with ghost?"

"A Soldier."

Jim sighed. "What does he want?"

Melinda shrugged. "I'm not sure right now. I just saw him and then he vanished."

"But you can see me, right?" The voice was in her right ear.

I know many have written stories where Gallant talks to Ray and to Neela himself, but I don't recall a story where he's used a medium of some sort and I thought a GW/ER crossover would be kind of fun to do. I hope no one else is doing this or it crosses any lines.

I'm not making Gallant out to be a bad guy. He was too nice to do that (except the time he took Neela from Ray…LoL) and I rather liked his character.

Looks like the Power Bars and water have done the trick! The muses are read'ta'go:)

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