A/N: Here's the second chapter, up and ready to read. I forgot the Disclaimer in the previous chapter. (I always seem to do that.) Anyway I don't own Ghost Whisperer or CSI: Miami they belong to CBS and so on and so forth.


Chapter Two - Identifying the Ghost

Melinda was at the antique shop with friend Andrea Marino. Melinda was at her laptop trying to find out who this new ghost was. "So was he hot?" asked Andrea.

"I don't know he was kind of scruffy and unkept looking," she replied.

"So what'd he say?"

"He said his name was Speed and that they didn't treat him right. What kind of name is Speed anyways?"

"I don't know maybe it was a nickname his co-workers had for him."

"Maybe," she replied concentrating on the laptop.

"When he says him he's talking about someone else, right?"

"Defiantly someone else, who I don't know."

"Could it be a victim from a case he was working on before he died?"

"That's what Jim said," she replied as the door to the antique shop opened.

"What did I say?" asked Jim coming in dressed in his paramedic uniform, he carried two coffee's in a tray, he gave one to Melinda.

Just that..." she paused as the door opened again. "My friend could have been talking about a case he was working."

"Right, you were going to look into that today weren't you."

"I'll just go see if our costumer needs assistance," Andrea said.

"How's it coming?" Jim asked.

"Slow," sighed Melinda. "I think I've looked at the badge of every city in the state of New York anc can't find a single match."

"Well what does the badge look like?"

"It's got an eagle on top and this, this-"

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to draw it out?" he said, giving her a charming smile.

Melinda returned it with a mock glare, but drew out a picture. "There," she said giving the drawing to Jim.

"Well there's your problem, this badge doesn't belong to any city in New York, it belongs to Miami-Dade PD."

"Miami."

"Dade, yeah."

"As in Florida?"

"As in Florida," said Jim.

Melinda smiled. "I could just kiss you right now."

"That's what I'm here for," replied Jim.

She didn't kiss him. "Why is a ghost from Miami all the way up here."

"I don't know. Maybe he heard how good you were through the ghost chat line," joked Jim.

Melinda smacked him. "That's not funny."

"Did I hear someone say Miami," said Andrea coming back after helping the costumer.

"Yep, you did. That's where the ghosts from."

"Well he certainly came a long way to find you," said Andrea.

Melinda was looking for articles about a cop in Miami being shot. The most recent article was from a "shooting" a few days ago. About a CSI who was shot in the eye by a nail gun, but he was recovering. She kept going further back. She finally found what she was looking for.

There was a small picture of the scruffy looking ghost in the upper left hand corner followed by a small article. "Here it is," she said.

"What does it say?" asked Andrea.

"Okay, it's dated back to September of last year, but here's what it says. Yesterday morning upon conducting an investigation CSI Lt. Horatio Caine and CSI Timothy Speedle entered McCauley's Jewelers to question potential suspects. A shootout occurred inside the jewelry store. Lt. Caine made it out of the shootout unscathed, but CSI Speedle was shot fatally and died at the scene. A memorial service will be held for the CSI. He leaves behind his team mates and friends, but most importantly a father, step-mother, and younger step-brother who looked up to him."

"Well the name Speed makes sense now," said Andrea. "Are you going, can I come?"

"What? No, I'm not going."

"Why not?" asked Jim.

"I can't go to Miami. I have the shop and, and-"

"Close it down for a few days," said Jim.

"I can't it's how we make money."

"I have a job too."

"Sorry to break it to you, but a paramedic slash firefighter doesn't have a high pay scale. Besides I don't even know what it is this cop-"

"CSI, which stands for Crime Scene Investigator."

"I know what a CSI is," said Melinda, glaring at her husband again.

"Just checking," he smiled.

"Like I was saying. I don't know what Timothy Speedle wants, he's being to discreet."

"Nice place you you've got here, kinda has a homey vibe, not really me though."

Melinda looked over at one of the tables that had a layout on it. "Thanks, I guess," she said.

"Is he here?" asked Andrea.

Melinda nodded her head. "I can't help you, I can't go to Miami," she told him.

Someone else walked into the store and she quickly picked up the phone to pretend she was talking to someone, Speed smirked. "They don't treat him right and I need your help."

"Do your parents not treat your step-brother right?" she asked.

"Na, they treat him just fine, actually they don't really talk much sense I died."

"Well who's them and him?"

"They're not the people I know them to be, they don't treat anybody else like this."

"Are you talking about your team?" she asked him, she saw him nod and roll his eyes.

"Finally."

She thought for a moment and then it dawned on her. "Do they not treat your replacement right?"

She saw his eyes go stone cold. "He's not a replacement. He filled a spot that needed and was going to be filled if not by him."

"Why do you care so much about someone you don't even know."

"Because that isn't exactly true, besides he was looking to switch over to CSI before I died."

"You know the person."

"You could say that. These aren't the friends I knew and I can't move on knowing they're treating someone else so poorly."

"I don't think I can help. You should find someone like me closer to Miami."

"Someone else won't do. You need to meet somebody."

"What do you mean I need to meet somebody?"

But with that Speed gave he a smirk and disappeared. She gave a sigh of aggravation and hung up the phone. "He said it couldn't be anybody else."

"Looks like you're going to Miami," said Jim.

"Looks like."

"Cheer up a little, bring a bikini and work on your tan a little bit.

"I'm not going there for recreational fun Andrea."

Jim smiled at the girls. "I have to get back to work. Have fun in Miami and I'll see you when you get back," said Jim, planting a kiss on top of her head and left.

"Go on go, I'll mind the store while you're gone."

"Alright thanks," she said, she was off to Miami to help the ghost of Timothy "Speed" Speedle, who had been dead for a little over a year.


A/N: There you go. I don't know when chapter three will be up got type it out and I have to write chapter four out which I'll probably work on this weekend while I don't have computer accesses. Please review. ~StoryDreamer