DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Mediator series. Although, I'd like to own Jesse.

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Sorry it's taken so long. I got obsessed with other things (namely Nightwish, and the Twilight series), plus school was hectic, and I sorta forgot. I'm gonna try to find inspiration again to actually finish this. But here's a chapter... close enough.

Jesse's POV

I dropped Abigail off at mi Madre's house, and got back on the subway. But instead of going to work, I went to the cemetery.

It's almost my second home, Jennifer's grave. I go at least once a week. I'm getting better though. At first it was everyday, but over time, I've been going less.

But I always need to give her fresh flowers. The flower shop knows me by name. I always get the same thing. Half a dozen roses, and half a dozen lilies.

I guess now it's more of a habit than anything else.

I pulled up in the graveyard. In the distance I saw funeral tents up. I tried to push back those memories from 3 years ago as I got out of my car. I could walk to her grave site with my eyes closed, practically.

It was exactly the same as I remembered. The flowers I put there last time had died, so I quickly replaced them.

I sat down on a nearby bench and let out a deep sigh. There's something calming about graveyards. Most people wouldn't agree, but most people don't see ghosts, either.

I was startled from my reverie when my phone rang. I looked at the number and saw it was the hospital.

"Hello." I said, unsure of who it was.

"Cassie's pissed off, where the hell are you?" It was Adam.

"I'm stuck in traffic. I'll be there soon."

"You better, there was a chem lab explosion at the high school, and were gonna have over 15 whining teens here in 5 minutes."

"I'm coming." I said before hanging up.

I kissed my fingers, and touched the gravestone before turning around. I was surprised to see another car sitting next to mine, but I was even more surprised when I saw Susannah Simon getting out of the car.

"Hey." I said, startling her. She looked just as surprised as I'm sure I did.

"Hi." She said with a smile. "Fancy meeting you here."

She let out an awkward laugh and I did the same.

"Are you here for the funeral or-"

"Oh no!" She said quickly. "It's my Dad. He... died when I was two."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you. I'm fine though." It was quiet for a few moments. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about your wife."

I automatically tensed up. A reflexive action. As if to keep myself from crying.

"It must have been hard."

I answered honestly. "Some days are better than others."

Susannah nodded solemnly. She looked at something behind me in surprise, and I looked too. All I saw was a ghost of a man, but I was sure she couldn't see him. I learned to ignore ghosts nowadays, myself.

However when I turned back around I saw that that's who she was looking at. She looked back at me, blushing profusely.

"Well, I'll see you later." She said quickly before walking past me int he direction of the man.

"Wait." She stopped and looked at me.

"I... did..." I couldn't seem to get the words out. "Do you see someone up there."

Susannah was flabbergasted, confirming my thought, and what Abigail had told me last night. Her wide emerald eyes stared up at me.

"You're a mediator?" She asked, looking back at the ghost.

"Yeah." I told her.

"Well, I guess that makes sense. I mean, your daughter is, why wouldn't you be? This is just so weird."

She was talking very fast, so it was difficult to understand her. The ghost in the distance walked closer.

"She talks fast when she's nervous." He said. "I'm Peter, her Father."

"Jesse de Silva." I shook his hand. "As much as I'd like to stay, I have to go to the hospital before I get fired." I let out a small laugh.

Susannah smirked slightly. "I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah. See ya." I was about to get in my car as she turned around walking off with her Dad.

"Actually, Susannah?" She turned back around. I couldn't stop the next words from coming out of my mouth. "Would you like to get some coffee tomorrow?"

She was shocked, but she still said. "Um... sure."

We exchanged phone numbers, and I got in my car and left, in complete surprise of myself.

I hadn't asked out a woman on my own in over 6 years.

"I'm proud of you, man." Adam said, signing some paperwork later that day. He always forgot to sign it, so he usually had to guess the correct times of all the patients. "It's about time."

"I'm not sure I'm ready yet though."

"Well, you asked her out. I'd say your ready."

"Yeah, but it was more of an impulse than anything." I told him.

Adam sighed and looked up at me. "Do you like her?"

"Well, I hardly know her. She has the most amazing eyes though." I couldn't get them out of my head.

"There you go. You should at least give it a shot, and see what happens. And if your not ready, your not ready."

"Yeah. I wonder what Abigail will think, though."

"Hey guys!" Cassie shouted. "Stop chatting. This isn't The View, there's patients to see. Get back to work!"

Sorry it's a bit short, but the next chapter will be the date. Who knows when I'll get it done, though. I'll try to avoid another 2 and a half months though :).

Please review, and feel free to throw tomatoes. I'm REALLY sorry it took so long.