Summary: Sara meets someone who can help her.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Special thanks to LVPDCSIGG for telling me where Ghost Whisperer takes place. Here is chapter 2. Hope you like it. Please review!

Chapter 2: Graveside

I sit on the ground next to my grave. I still can't believe it's been a year. And I still can't believe that Grissom didn't cremate me. I told him that if I died that I wanted to be cremated. Oh well. Nothing I can do about that now.

I keep wondering how I am going to get help.

I look around at other people standing at their graves. I wonder how they died. Were they in pain? How long did they suffer? Stuff like that. I suffered and was in pain. Nobody should have to go through all that.

A man walks towards me. He is tall with short brown hair and blue eyes. His clothes are torn and he has a gash above his left eye.

"You want some company?" he asks as he sits next to me.

"Only if you can help me."

"The names Pat. How can I help you?"

"I'm Sara, and I wanted to know if you knew of somebody who can help me talk to someone."

"Like a Ghost Whisperer?"

"A what?" I ask confused. I've been dead a year, and haven't heard of that.

"Someone who can talk to spirits like us. They help us talk to people who are alive, so that we can crossover." he says like everyone should know that.

"Do you know anyone?"

"Yep. But first let's talk. How did you die?"

I don't really want to, but if it will help, why not?

"I was abducted and murderer. How about you?" I say remembering that sad, fateful night.

"Car accident a few years ago. So how come you are still here? Why don't you crossover?"

"Why don't you?" I ask, not wanting to get into this conversation with someone I don't even know.

"I couldn't leave my wife and little girl. I had to make sure they were going to be okay. They are, and now I'm ready. I was about to go when I saw you. You looked like you needed to talk, so I came over, and when we are done, I'm gone. So you know why I'm here, so why are you here?"

"I was going to, but I needed to check on someone first. He was so broken that I couldn't leave him. He still is today, and that's why I can't leave. I want to, but I need to talk to him first. So I need to talk to this 'Ghost Whisperer' you speak of. Where can I find him?"

"Her. And I heard through the spiritual grapevine that she lives in Illinois."

"Now how am I supposed to get there?" I ask wondering how I am supposed to get that far away.

"You haven't done much traveling as a spirit have you?" he asks whilst looking at me like I'm crazy.

"No." And I haven't. I stay at the lab or ride with Grissom to his place. But mostly I stay at the lab.

"Just think about who or where you want to go. Close your eyes and concentrate, and then you are there." he says, once again talking like I should know this already.

"Oh. It's really that easy?"

"Yep. I do it a lot. Been all over the world. Her name is Melinda Gordon, by the way. She owns a little antique shop in Grandview, Illinois. She is married to Jim, and has a two year old daughter, Andrea. She shouldn't be hard to find. Just stand in the street and she will see you."

"So I guess things spread through the spiritual grapevine pretty fast huh." I joke to him. He sure knows a lot about this Melinda Gordon.

"You have no idea." he laughs.

I laugh along with him. I haven't in so long that it feels strange.

"Well, it was nice talking to you Sara," he says as he stands up. "I have to go. Hope to see you on the other side."

"I hope to too." I say, and with that he is gone. Off to the other side. Whatever is over there. I hope to find out soon.

I close my eyes and concentrate on Melinda Gordon and Grandview, Illinois.

I open my eyes, and look around. In front of me is a little antique shop. Out walks a petite brunette, wearing a brown skirt, and a 'Catherine cut' white top. She looks right at me. Guess Pat was right. Standing in the street did make her see me right away.

She starts to walk towards me, but a man in a blue paramedic's shirt, carrying a small child walks up to her, and kisses her on the cheek. She takes the child, and they walk away.

Melinda looks back at me, but keeps walking. At least I've found her. Now, I just need to talk to her. And I will. For both Grissom and me.

TBC