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Grissom sat down at his computer and ran a search on Jon Brendan to see if he had a record. What he found was a report from fourteen years ago about a rape/murder that involved Jon's parents and the boy himself. Half the record was sealed, there were no details on what had happened to Jon, just that he had survived and had been sent to the children's mental hospital.

Checking those records Grissom was only able to find that Jon had been sent there where he lived until he was eighteen.

Interested now Grissom looked up his current address and employment. Maybe if he figured out what the young man did he could figure out why he came with a story about delivering a message from a dead man. However the only record he found was an address for a house in the suburbs. No employment, he was living off a trust fund and the house he inherited from his aunt.

That didn't sit well with Gris; he wanted to know why the boy would do such a thing. Was his time in the hospital purely post traumatic or was it more? He needed to find out if he was going to take the boy's words seriously.

Getting on the phone he called the children's hospital. He told the doctor he needed a basic for Jon's mental state because of a case he was working on. The doctor in turn told him that he couldn't legally say anything, but if it was that important he would meet him for coffee.

Grissom met the man at a small café off the interstate. Doctor Gergor Mislan was middle aged and bald, but seemed to be of a disposition that kept children from being afraid of him. They shook hands then ordered coffee settling right down to business.

"Is Jon in trouble?" the doctor asked concerned.

"Possibly," Grissom said honestly, "What can you tell me about his stay in the hospital?"

"Off the record of course," Dr. Mislan said, "I wouldn't say anything except that he's been a special case since he came into my care." He sat back a little in his chair. "So the basics, his parents were killed. That part is public record. What isn't public is why they were killed."

"Why where they killed?" Grissom asked.

"The killer was after Jon." The man said flatly, "He killed them so he could have Jon to himself. He himself was killed when the police arrived and found the man raping him. Jon was only six. Surprisingly Jon was getting over the trauma well. Except…." He hesitated. "About a year later he started claiming the ghost of his attacker had come back and was raping him in his bed when he was sleeping. There were bruises on the boy's body, we ran tests thinking one of the orderlies or another patient was doing it, but we didn't find anything. The conclusion was that he was reliving the attack in his sleep. Sometimes a dream can be so real that the body can physically react. He was getting better, he was released when he turned eighteen." He paused again, "Is he being attacked again?"

"Not that I know of." Grissom said but didn't elaborate. "Thank you for talking with me. This will help my understanding of my case better."

"Of course," Dr. Mislan said shaking Grissom's hand. "I just want him to be safe; he's had a terrible life. No one deserves that."

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Grissom returned to the office a little more enlightened to the mental state of the messenger. Though he knew logically that the fact Jon was in a mental hospital for most of his life should discredit the message, something just wouldn't stop nagging him. Dr. Mislan said the young man said he was being visited by a ghost. From what he understood of how Jon came to deliver the message Nick had appeared as a ghost to him. But in talking about Nick he said he was sure Nick was a nice guy, not that Nick had hurt him.

He sat in front of the computer staring at the address listed. He wanted to know more. He was intrigued to find out of the boy really did speak with the dead. Grissom had of course heard of Medium's, there where a couple out there known for helping out the police. Not all of them were the same; they all had different ways of communicating with the dead. Just one thing was certain…

They were usually right.

Grissom went home, caught a few hours of sleep then sat around for half an hour. It was late after noon by now, a time when he was either still asleep because of a very late shift or he was getting ready for the next. Neither he felt like doing. He wanted answers, he had to know if the young man was lying or not. He wanted to believe that Nick was in a better place or at least would be once his unfinished business was finished.

He needed to find an expert.

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Jon woke from his sleep in the late afternoon. He sat up in bed and looked around at the dim light cast through the blackout curtains that weren't quite closed. He smiled a little to find no ghost in his room. That was good; it meant the ghost he helped last night had moved on even if it had been a bit delayed. Yawning he got out of bed and walked out of his room and headed for the living room.

"Good afternoon." Nick said from where he stood by a window looking outside.

Jon shrieked, "Don't do that!" he yelled willing his heart to stop hammering, "Do you want me to join you in the afterlife? Why are you still here?"

The ghost shrugged, "Apparently it isn't my unfinished business I'm tending to." Nick drawled, "I stuck around with Grissom for a while after you left. He found out something interesting about you."

Jon paled. "So?" he asked faking disinterest. "What does that have to do with you?"

Nick shrugged. "Maybe nothing," he admitted. "Maybe everything. I was a CSI; I'm living proof there is such things as ghosts." He smiled faintly. "Well maybe not living…."

"It doesn't matter if you were CSI or not," Jon said walking out of the living room and to the kitchen. "I'm crazy remember? I talk to ghosts. I was institutionalized for fourteen years. Do you think anyone cares about me or my problems? I can't do anything, you can't do anything so just drop it."

"So, the ghost of your attacker is still around." Nick said walking through a wall into the kitchen. "And he is still hurting you."

Jon turned to glare. "Do you know what happens when you don't Cross and you're suppose to go there?" he asked coldly. "You don't remain like you are. You become something else, something dark." He lifted his shirt up to show a dark burn mark that looked like a hand print. "They can touch, they can hurt, and they can kill. Any time you got a really strange case that went unsolved, it was one of them. And they are mad and hungry. But no, he didn't become one of those. Those can be banished, with faith, and strength they can't hurt you."

"Then what did that?" Nick asked incredulously. "If it wasn't him."

Jon smiled darkly, "I didn't say it wasn't him."

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A/N thanks again to Omo work looking this over for me!

I'm spacing postings out because I'm not sure if I will continue after this one epi and if I do then I don't know if I want to continue in one posting area or separate them. This is an issue of if I really want to or not, not an issue about reviews or anything like that, I think so far I've gotten no flames so… shrugs I'm trying to work on too many things at once, I should keep a schedule….

On to the reviews…

From the introduction/prologue:

Krysalys73 and Lifegaurd: thank you!

Artemis: this will be a ghost fic not a vamp fic…actually if you wanna help me with another idea I had of a Daywalker Greg…..

From Part One of Epi One:

Krysalys: you know I wonder as well, I never know with Jon he seems determined to be a permanent victim…..

Ctrl-Alt-F18: you might want to see that epi it was great! All you have to know for this fic is that in the AU Nick died which was a rumor I heard before the epi aired. So Nick of course comes back as a ghost and has to help my Medium Jon.