Hello! Here's chapter 3! I apologize for the wait. I'm very busy with summer classes. Started my junior year of college this summer! Enjoy! Reviews are love to me!


"Uh! I hate downtown. I never come downtown," Mercedes groaned with Finn walking next to her.

The next morning, Finn had Mercedes get up early in the morning. Mercedes had refused to get up early considering she was a late riser. That is, until Finn started singing again.

Finn chuckled. "It'll all be over soon Mercedes."

Mercedes scoffed. "Whatever."

"Here we are," Finn said as they arrived to the apartment entrance.

Mercedes walked over to the intercom of the apartment. "Which button?" Mercedes asks.

"Number six," Finn says.

Mercedes buzzes the button and then the faint voice of Rachel is heard. "Hello?"

"Rachel!" Mercedes and Finn say in unison.

Mercedes looks to the side and gives him an annoyed look. "She can't hear you!" She says to Finn before turning to the intercom. "Hey Rachel, this is Mercedes. Remember I called you last night about your friend Finn Hudson?"

Mercedes sighed when she heard Rachel hang up. She then turned around "I told you. She wasn't going to listen to me," she says frustrated.

Finn looks up at the window where the apartment was. "I got an idea."

Rachel was so confused.

Who is the hell is Mercedes and why is she here talking about Finn Hudson? She's never met or seen her before!

Rachel's train of thought was soon interrupted when she heard she heard a faint voice. Rachel walks closer to window without being seen to hear none other than Mercedes talking.

"Tell her about our Glee Nationals competition during our senior year. It was in Chicago and we won first place,' Finn says to Mercedes.

"Hey Rachel! Finn just wanted me to remind of your senior year Glee Nationals competition. Remember? It was in Chicago and you won first prize! How would I know that if he wasn't here with me?" Mercedes yells.

"Okay, now tell her that when we were doing Rocky Horror. The reason I was late was because I got in trouble with Mr. Figgins because I was just wearing my underwear in school," Finn says quickly.

Mercedes nods and then yells "Rachel! Finn wanted me to tell you that the reason why he was late to Rocky Horror rehearsal was because he got in trouble with Mr. Figgins for just wearing his underwear in school!" Mercedes then looks over on the side where Finn is. "I'll never live that down, I'll tell you that," she says in a matter-of-fact voice.

Finn was getting frustrated. Surely Rachel has to believe this stuff. She was there! He could only hope Rachel would come down.

Finn is startled out of his thoughts when he hears Mercedes yell again. This time she seems a bit angry. "Hey! Do you hear me talking to you!?"

A man, who has been by his window watering plants almost the entire time started talking back to her. Finn knew him as Sandy Ryerson. He was a very creepy neighbor when Finn lived there. Mister Ryerson would always give him these flirty looks. Finn found it very disturbing. It even made it more disturbing when Mister Ryerson would give the same looks at Rachel.

"Yeah I hear you!" Mr. Ryerson screamed back.

"Oh no! Shut up!" Mercedes yelled.

"Did you ever hear of a phone?" Mr. Ryerson asked.

Mercedes pointed to him with a death glare. "Do you want to kiss my butt?" Mercedes yelled back, putting her arm down. Mister Ryerson scoffed and attended back to the flowers. After another few moments, Mercedes yelled again "Hey I'm not gonna wait all day!"

Mister Ryerson turned his head back to Mercedes and replied with a smart response, "Thank God!"

"Ah Man! Shut Up!" Mercedes snapped.

Mercedes then turned to where Finn was standing. "Finn, I'm leaving. It's obvious that Rachel doesn't want to talk to me."

Mercedes then starts to leave but Finn quickly steps in front of her. "No Mercedes! You gotta try harder!"

"Finn I…"

"Mercedes look behind you." Finn says quickly.

"Why?" Mercedes asks.

"It's Rachel!"

Mercedes slowly turned around to see Rachel walking out in a hoodie and blue jeans. She looked tired in Finn's opinion. He could tell she was having trouble sleeping. It must be very hard to lose someone you love so much and he felt terrible. He could only hope that after Jessie was brought to justice, it would give Rachel peace. He owes her that.

Rachel slowly walks over to Mercedes looking slightly stunned and nervous.

Mercedes gives her a warm smile. "Rachel?" Rachel answers her with a slight nod of the head. Mercedes then lets out her hand. "I'm Mercedes Jones."


A half an hour later, Rachel and Mercedes were at a local dinner in Manhattan. Rachel still looked nervous but little more relaxed then what she had been when she first met Mercedes. She was sitting across from Mercedes while Finn was sitting right by her. Rachel was quiet while she listened to Mercedes speak.

"I don't know. I don't know why he picked me to help him with this. He won't leave me alone. But let me tell you, he kept up all night singing I'm Henry the 8th I am."

Rachel's eyes widened. "That's how he got me to go out with him," she says quietly. After a few moments of silence, Rachel started talking again. "I'm sorry. I just I don't really believe in this whole after-life thing. That's all."

"You're wrong," Finn states gently and quietly.

"You're wrong," Mercedes repeats.

"What?" Rachel asks in confusion.

"Finn just wanted me to tell you that you're wrong," Mercedes explains.

"You're talking to him right now, huh?" Rachel asks. When Mercedes nods her head, Rachel asks. "So where is he?"

"I can only hear him. But I can't see him," Mercedes explains.

Finn walks over to Rachel and tries to grab her hand. "I'm right here,"He says gently.

"That's doesn't help Finn," Mercedes says cheekily.

"I'm holding her hand," Finn says.

Mercedes points to Rachel's hand. "He says he's holding your hand."

The mention of Finn holding her hand sets Rachel off right there. Rachel shakes her head. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Rachel hissed angry.

"Hey, if you think I came out here for my health, you're out of you mind." Mercedes snaps.

Rachel and stands up and shoves her seat back. "Damn it! Finn's dead! You hear me? He's dead." Rachel snaps.

Turning to leave, Finn jumps up. "Tell her I love her," he says quickly.

"He says he loves you."

Turning around, Rachel gives Mercedes a sickish smile and roll of her eyes. "Finn would never say that," then turning to leave again.

Thinking quickly, Finn says to Mercedes. "Ditto! Tell her ditto!"

Mercedes puts her hands up on the table in confusion. "What's ditto? Ditto!" She yells.

Finn puts his hand up and watches Rachel. Rachel stopped moving once she had heard ditto. Rachel slowly turns around to Mercedes with a blank look on her face that Finn can't even name.

Finn could only smile that Rachel stopped at the mention of ditto.


A little while later, Rachel had decided to take Mercedes back to her apartment. Obviously, Mercedes has something to say and Rachel wanted to hear it. There was too much proof on her part that Mercedes was telling the truth. But she wanted to be in a private place after the scene she made at the diner.

"Is this him? Is this you?" Mercedes asks looking at a photo of Rachel and Finn's senior prom picture while sitting in a chair.

"Yeah," Rachel and Finn said together.

"You look cute. White. But cute," Mercedes complimented.

Finn chuckles and starts to pace by the window of their apartment.

Rachel takes a seat on the couch across from Mercedes. "I don't understand. Why did her come back."

"I don't know," Finn asks a little frustrated.

"Why is he still here?" Rachel asks.

Mercedes eyebrows furrow in thought before she answers. "He's stuck that's what it is. He's in between worlds. You see, what happens sometimes is that the spirit gets yanked out so quick that the essence still feels like it still has work to do here," Mercedes explains.

Finn stops pacing and gives her an incredulous look. "Would you stop rambling?" He asks smartly.

Mercedes turns to where she hears Finn's voice. "You think I'm rambling? I'm just answering a question." Mercedes then turns back to Rachel. "He's got an attitude now."

Finn shakes his head. "I don't have an attitude."

Mercedes nods her head. "Yes you do have an attitude,' she says to Finn before turning once again back to Rachel. "We had a little discussion." Turning back to Finn she starts talking again. "If you didn't have an attitude, you wouldn't have raised your voice at me now would you?"

Rachel could only chuckle while Mercedes was talking out loud. This was very amusing to her.

"God damn it Mercedes-"Finn began.

Mercedes stood up right after Finn said god damn it. "Oh God damn me? Don't you take the Lord's name in vain with me, do you understand? I don't take that!' Mercedes snaps.

"Would you relax!?" Finn almost yells hoping to get her to stop yelling but Mercedes continues her rant.

"No! You relax! You're the dead guy! If you want me to help you, you better apologize! Because I don't take that from anyone-"

Finn interrupts with a big "Oh Jesus Christ!"

Mercedes then turns towards the front door of the apartment. "Oh right, that's it I'm leaving."

"I-"Finn starts.

"I'm leaving." Mercedes interjects before she turns around again looking everywhere around the room. "Nobody talks to me like that. You understand me? Now you better apologize!"

Finn takes a deep breath and runs his hands thru his hair. Slowly and gently, he says "I'm sorry. I apologize. Now, will you sit down? Please?" He asks gently.

Mercedes nods and slowly sits back down. Turning to Rachel who had a look of confusion on her face, "He's apologized." Rachel nods and sits back down again waiting for what Mercedes has to say.

Finn smiled before talking to Mercedes of what he wanted her to do. "I need you tell Rachel what I'm saying, but I need you to say it word for word. Alright? Word for word", Finn explains firmly.

Mercedes nods. "Yes." Turning to Rachel, she explains. "He wants me to tell you what he's saying word for word."

Rachel could only nod while she braced herself for whatever Mercedes had to say.

Taking a deep breath, Finn starts "Rachel, you're in danger."

"Oh! You can't just blurt it out like that! And quite moving around cause you're starting to make me dizzy, I'll just tell it in my own way." A beat of silence goes by and then Mercedes looks at Rachel in the eye. "Rachel, you in danger girl."

Rachel could only blink. "What are you talking about?" She asks confused.

"I know the man who killed me." Finn says.

"He knows the man who killed him," Mercedes repeats.

"His name is Jessie Saint James, and I know where he lives."

"His name is Jessie Saint James. He's Puerto Rican. He knows where he lives."

"Write it down."

"He wants you to write it down."

Finn interjects. "You write it down."

Mercedes gives him an incredulous look. "I'm no damn secretary!"

"Uh! Just do it! God!" Finn snaps.

Mercedes grabs the pen and notebook from the coffee table. "He's so testy!"

Finn tells Mercedes the address before he continues once it's written. "You need to go to the police. That guy came into our apartment on the day you went for a walk with Brody. He was looking for something. He saw you take your clothes off before he ran off. You need to go to the police," he says quickly.

"Geez! Stop talking so fast. Okay, Jessie came into your apartment and when you came back from your walk with Brody, he saw you take your clothes and he was looking for something. You need to go to the police!" Mercedes yells in frustration while getting up from the chair again.

"There's someone else involved but I don't know-"

"Alright I'm out of here!" Mercedes yells while leaving towards the front door.

Rachel jumps up. "Wait! No!" She and Finn say in unison.

Mercedes turns around in a huff. "No! Finn, I've done all that you asked me to do. I delivered the message you wanted me to do. I've done my part," Mercedes then waves to him. "Have a nice life," the she turns to Rachel and waves to her. "And a nice death. I'm out of here goodbye!"

With that said, Mercedes left the building.


That night Rachel was sitting in her apartment with Brody having coffee with her. Finn was sitting on the left side of Rachel while Brody sat on the right. Rachel had wanted to talk to someone about Mercedes. She felt so conflicted. Part of her felt like Mercedes was crazy and a liar. But…another part of her felt like she was very really truthful about everything she said to her. She felt Brody would understand.

"Rachel, you're not saying you believe her do you?" Brody asks.

Rachel sighs. "I don't know Brody. But I do know I need to talk to someone about this."

"Who?" Brody asks.

"She says Finn wants me to go to the police."

Brody gives her a smirk and a knowing look. "The police. Rachel, do you know how crazy that sounds? What are you going to tell them? That this spirit lady told you that your late boyfriend wants to you to go the police on who killed him? Do you know how insane that is? I mean we're talking about ghosts for God's sake!" Brody reasoned.

"I know this may seem crazy. But it had to be real. She knew things. Private things. She said that the man who killed him was named Jessie Saint James. Brody, Finn and I were alone when he was killed. How could she known that?" Rachel says frustrated.

Brody takes a deep breath and stands up. "You're right. I'm sorry I thought you were crazy."

Rachel stands up. "No. It's okay."

Brody takes step closer and takes another deep breath. "Did you say she knew private things? What things?"

Rachel eyes furrowed in thought. "Just things Finn and I did in High school like our Glee club championship and she even gave me an address to where Jessie Saint James is. Here, look." Rachel says while giving him a piece of paper.

Brody looks at it and looks back up at her. Rachel can't really read the expression on his face. But it almost looks like it was fear. Of what? For Her? It had to be.

"Okay", Brody says smoothly. "I'm going to go check this out. But right now, I want you to get some rest."

Rachel nodded and gave him a small smile. She felt comfortable knowing somebody was reaching out to her. "Okay. But be careful. Please. Call me tomorrow."

Brody kisses her cheek and then leaves the building while Finn follows him.


After a good twenty minute drive, Brody arrives at an abandoned part of New York in an alley. Much like the alley Jessie disappeared to when he killed Finn.

"You be careful," Finn warns. He knew Brody couldn't hear him. But he couldn't help but say it.

Brody stomps up to the fourth floor of the rugged apartment. With a knock on the door, Jessie opens it.

"Brody? What the hell are you doing here?"

Finn eyes widen and his mouth drops in horror. No. This couldn't be could it? Brody was the other man?

"What the hell am I doing here? I'm here because I need those damn codes Jessie! But we have a problem. There's a woman named Mercedes Jones who told Rachel about you. She gave her your name and address to where you live! Jessie, you killed a man!"

Jessie snaps at Brody and thrust a finger at him. "Hey man, I did you a favor!"

Brody curses and looks down at the floor taking deep breaths before looking back up. "Okay, here's what we gonna do. I have 4 million dollars stuffed in a damn computer. If I don't get those codes, there will be hell to go around. I want you to go back while Rachel is at work and get those codes," Brody orders.

Jessie shrugs. "It's fine by me."

Brody leaves shortly after that with Finn following him.

Finn was so angry. This guys was supposed to be his friend! He killed him! He ruined his and Rachel's life they were about to start together!

With a hand in a fist, Finn tries to swing at Brody, failing every time while yelling "You were my friend! Why? Damn you! I had a life! A life!" He cries with tears going down his face.

Finn lets out a loud curse as Brody drives away.

Then got he got an idea.

He had to protect Rachel. But he was going to need help.

And he knew just where and who to go to.


Around midnight, Finn was running towards the train station. He was not convinced that Rachel was going to be safe and needed more protection.

Finn made just in time as a train started to go through.

Putting his head through the train, he searched for who he was looking for. Once he spotted who he was looking for, he quickly jump into the car.

Standing on the other side of the train was the man with the Mohawk.

"Hey!" Finn yells to him.

The man with the Mohawk looks up at him from a paper he was looking over from the shoulder of a female pedestrian. With a growl he yelled, "Get off my train!"

Finn shakes his head. "No."

The man with the Mohawk started getting angrier. "Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off!" he chanted, tossing people's personal items aside as he made his way over to Finn. Once he made his way over to Finn, he shoved only moving Finn a little, "Get out of here! Get off!"

"No! Show me how you do that! I want to learn and I'm not going to leave until you teach me!" he says firmly.

The man gives him a frustrated look before he shoves him again. "Get off!" He says again.

"No!"

"Get off!" The man shoves him again. Finn then just stares at him right in the eye. After a moment of tense silence, the man shakes his head. "You stubborn asshole," he states.


"What are doing? What the hell are you doing?" The man asks.

Finn was the ground trying to move a bottle cap the man had set up for him to practice. The man decided to teach Finn right by the train tracks so they didn't have to go far.

"You're trying to move it with your finger!" The man pointed out. "You can't move it with your finger. You're dead!"

Finn ignores him and tries harder to move the bottle cap, failing even more.

The man starts to pace. "It's all in your mind. The problem with you is that you still think that you're real! You think you're wearing those clothes? You think you're crouched on that floor? Bullshit! You ain't got a body no more, dude! It's all up here now!" He explains. He then points up to his head. "You want to move something, you gotta move it with your mind! You gotta focus! You hear what I'm saying?"

Finn looks up at him confused. "How? How do you focus?'

"I don't know how you focus. Just focus!" The man said while leaning to the bottle cap. With one flick of his fingers, the bottle cap moved.

Finn looked at the bottle cap and couldn't help but be amazed. "How did you do that?"

You gotta take all your emotion. All your anger. All your love. All your hate and push it way down into the pit of your stomach," Puck explains while demonstrating with his hands on his stomach. "And then it explodes like a reactor!"

Taking a step back, Puck kicks a soda can towards Finn. "Okay! Ok," Finn says excitedly. Lifting his foot, Finn tries to kick the can while remembering what Puck told him.

No such luck.

Puck laughed out loud when Finn landed straight on his butt. "What the hell?" Finn asks, getting up. Puck just kept on laughing. It really was too funny.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Finn focused and on the soda can while Puck continued laughing. Then with all his concentration, Finn lifted his leg again and kicked the can right through Puck's head!

Puck looked at the can and then back to Finn with a stunned look. "Way to go dude!"

Finn's face lite up. "I did it? I did it!"

"Way to go dude," Puck says with a smile and a nod.

Wanting to try and move another item, Finn looks around the subway stations and finds an old shoe on top of a garbage can. He gets frustrated when his fingers go right through as the man walks over to him.

"From your gut. Like I told you," the man says.

With more concentration, Finn moves the shoe off the trashcan. The man nods and walks away from him. Finn turn to where he's at and his eyebrows furrow in curiosity. "What's your name?" He asks.

The man looks up at him. "Puck. You?"

"I'm Finn. How long have you been here?" Finn asks slowly.

Puck gives him a cold glare when at the questions. "I got pushed," Puck simply states.

Finn eyebrows furrow even more. "Someone pushed you?"

"Yeah somebody pushed me,' Puck says with a frustrated tone in his voice. Finn noticed that Puck had a look of sadness. Finn could only imagine what Puck's life was like before he died. Puck really didn't look that old. In fact, he looked like he was his age. Maybe little older?

"Who?" Finn blurts out.

Puck glares at him. "What? You don't believe me? You think I fell? You think I jumped? Well fuck you!" Puck yelled defensively. "It wasn't my time!"

Puck then starts pacing looking very angry as he continues ranting. "I wasn't supposed to go man! I'm not supposed to be here!" With that said, Puck kicks the vending machine that hold cigarettes causing the glass to break and the packs flying out.

"Ohhh," Puck moans while kneeling down to the cigarettes. "Oh, I'd give anything for a drag. Just one drag."

Finn walks closer to Puck. "Are you alright?" he asks.

Puck looks up at and a sudden look of defensiveness comes to his facial figures. "Why are you messing with me? Who sent you!?" Puck then moves to Finn. "Who sent you!?' He asks again.

Finn was so confused. What was Puck so defensive about? Finn shakes his head no in response.

"Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone!" Puck yells. Puck then runs to train tracks and jumps only to go right thru a moving train and disappearing into it.

Finn was stunned. And sad. He could only hope that Puck finds peace somehow. If he and Puck were still alive, they might have been friends if they knew each other. Even thru all the toughness, Finn could still see that Puck was just sad and scared. He could only wish Puck could get some peace.

Turning to leave the subway, Finn moves his hands over a board, a trashcan lid, and another soda can-whatever he could touch.

Finn smirked.

He got it.

Now he could use it to protect Rachel.


I hope you guys like this! I'm sorry this took so long. I just got very busy but I wanted to get this chapter out there for you guys! Please leave a review!