Ghost Walker

Eva McGregor

Episode one: Meet the Medium

Summery epi 1: Meet Jon Brendan, no ordinary boy with no ordinary past. He's psychic, he can talk to the dead, more over he can see them and help them. And sometimes they can help him when his past comes back to haunt him.

Warning: mentions of rape past and present

Epi rating: M for mature

Thanks to Omo for beta'ing this, you're a pal!

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Ghost Walker

Episode one: Meet the Medium

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Jon sat up breathing hard. He scanned the darkened room for a reason he had woken from a sound sleep and two sleeping pills. He knew something, someone was there waiting to be noticed, just like he knew a lot of things he shouldn't.

Not many of them could wake him from a sound sleep. Not many were that powerful. But some did. The violently departed, unsolved things, ones in desperate need to crossover but didn't know how. Even a few that didn't know they had passed.

That didn't know they were dead.

"I know you're there," Jon said into the dark, still searching for that shadow. "Unless this is an emergency, I don't work after nine. So come back tomorrow."

He flopped down on the bed and turned on his side deliberately closing his eyes. He hadn't found the shadow, but then he tended to keep his room dark so he wouldn't see them at night. It was creepy enough knowing they were there.

Jon jumped a foot when he felt something solid touching his leg. Scrambling out of bed he grabbed a cross from the night stand and clicked on the lamp. There were only two things he knew of from the Otherworld that would touch him, one was a soul that wasn't supposed to cross, and the other was something that wanted to eat his soul.

Before him stood a man. Good looking, mid-thirties, dressed in jeans and a black tee-shirt. Jon recognized the man, he kept up with the news, however he was expecting to have met the man days ago, if he was to help him.

"Why am I here?" Nick Stokes asked in confusion.

"You're dead," Jon answered calmly; something about this was stranger then normal.

Nick nodded slowly. "Why am I here?" he repeated with emphases. "I was there and now I'm here."

"There where?" Jon asked lowering the cross.

"Heaven I think." Nick answered. "Why am I here?"

Jon blinked then looked at the bedside clock wondering if he was really still asleep. No one that had already crossed came back. Of course they could send messages; that usually happened in Jon's dreams, but they didn't come back as ghosts.

Ever.

"I don't know," Jon finally said, "Once you've crossed you don't come back. Not as you anyway." He tilted his head to the side, "Did you have unfinished business? Maybe you didn't fully cross?"

Nick shook his head, "My friends did everything they would to find me in time. They know that."

"Do they?" Jon asked, he took a step closer to the ghost, "Look, maybe you need to deliver a message to one of them; I can help you with that. Then maybe you'll go where you're supposed to."

The ghost thought for a moment, "Ok, if you think it will help." Nick said solemnly.

Jon nodded, "It can't hurt to try," he assured the ghost.

"Ok, Grissom should be on shift now." Nick said.

Jon paused, "Damn," he muttered but went to his closet to find something to wear.

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An hour later Jon parked in the Clark Country Crime Lab parking lot. Nick unseen by anyone else sat more or less in the passenger seat next to him. They got out of the car and went inside to the reception area. Jon told the officer on duty he needed to speak with Gil Grissom on an important matter. The officer called in the request then gave Jon a visitors badge and directions to the man's office.

"Talk to him logically, or he won't believe you," Nick advised.

Jon gave the ghost a subtle look without being noticed but didn't answer. He had done this thing more then once over the course of three years, he knew what he was doing. 'But then you've never had to talk to someone that can arrest you,' a voice in the back of his head reminded him.

He reached the office door and knocked politely even though the door was open and he could see the man sitting behind his desk. "Mr. Grissom?" he asked.

"Are you Mr. Brendan?" Grissom asked in turn, "Please come in."

Jon nodded walking into the office and closed the door for privacy.

Grissom motioned him to sit down in the visitors' chair. "You said you need to speak with me?" Jon nodded, "What about?"

"I'm here to deliver a message," Jon said in his usual speech to those he needed to convey a message to. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, just that you listen; then I'll go."

Grissom stared at him mulling over the choice of works then nodded. "Go on," he said giving the young man his full attention.

"I'm delivering a message from Nick Stokes," Jon said carefully, "He wanted you to know he's destined for a better place and that you'll meet again when its time. He wants you to know he doesn't blame you or anyone for what happened, that you did your best and that's all he could have hoped for; that you cared." He fell silent having given the message. He let the message settle in a little before breaking the mood to stand. He didn't want to stay, he was tired and in no mood to answer questions that would get him locked up again. He gave the message, which should be enough.

"Who put you up to this?" Grissom asked in a tired yet angry voice.

Jon paused, "If I told you Nick Stokes did would you believe me?" he asked calmly. "For that matter does it really matter? I delivered his message, my job is done." He started to head out the door.

"Sit down please." Grissom called back.

Jon sighed, 'great'. "Why?" he asked turning around again. "I've delivered my message; I have no more to say."

"Do you think this is funny?" Grissom asked getting up from his seat and stalked toward the boy in hurt and anger. "Do you think death is a game?"

"No, I don't," Jon said flatly, "I don't think any part of it is funny. People die and sometimes they leave something unfinished behind. Sometimes they can finish it on their own and sometimes they can't. And that keeps me up at night. I'm sure your friend was a good man, he didn't deserve what happened to him, but fact is a lot of people that die don't deserve it, it's the way things go." He took a deep breath to calm down, "If you'll excuse me my sleep was interrupted to deliver your message I'd like to get back to it."

Grissom backed down a little perplexed. Silently he nodded backing up to let Jon open the door.

"That went well," Nick said from beside the young man where he had been the whole time. He looked around as if expecting the white light to go toward. "Now what?"

Jon frowned but kept walking. He had the sinking feeling he had just caused more problems then he solved.

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Black out/ cut to commercial