Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Whisperer, nor do I know Jennifer Love Hewitt so please don't ask for her autograph.

Melinda wondered to herself how Teddy was going to take all this as she drove to the police station. She didn't know if the police would allow her to see him but she had to try, at least for Brooklyn's sake. She sighed heavily as she rounded a corner and turned into the guest parking lot of the Grandview Police Department. Turning off the engine, Melinda just sat there, not sure what she should do. If anything, this was probably going to be the last stop of this whole mystery.

"It's alright," said a voice. Melinda turned to see Brooklyn sitting in the passenger's seat. She was no longer drenched in water and the gash in her head was completely gone. That was how Melinda knew that she would be able to cross over soon. She no longer seemed to be suffering from the cause of her death. Brooklyn smiled up at her. "It's alright Melinda. Everything is going to work out just fine, trust me." Melinda didn't know why but she did trust the little girl.

"I trust you Brooklyn," she said softly. Brooklyn smiled at her again and in the blink of an eye, she had vanished. But Melinda knew that that wasn't the last she was going to see of her just yet. It was probable that Brooklyn would show up when she was talking to Teddy. The spirits always did show up when she finally met with the person they needed to see more than anything else.

Smiling to herself, Melinda got out of the car and headed into the police station.

"May I help you?" the officer at the front desk asked as Melinda approached.

"Um, yes, I'm looking for a man who was brought in last night on charges of murder upon his own confession. His name is Teddy Steinbeck. I was wondering if I might be able to speak with him for a few minutes?" The officer raised her eyebrows momentarily before smiling.

"Are you a friend of Teddy's?" she asked.

"Well no, not really. I used to work at the school his daughter attended. I was an aid in her class," Melinda replied. She hated lying to people, especially the police but she had a feeling that the officer wouldn't let her in to see Teddy unless she had some sort of connection to him.

"I see," was all the officer said. She looked down at a notebook, apparently looking over some things. "Very well, I will let you see him but take no more than fifthteen minutes."

"I understand," Melinda replied. The officer came out from behind the desk and led her back to the cells where she walked along a row until she came to the very last cell.

"Here we are," the officer said. She turned to face the cell and said, "You have a visitor Teddy," and then she walked off.

The man in the cell looked up. He was still quite young of course, having had been made a father at the age of seventeen. If Brooklyn were alive today, she would be eight which would place Teddy Steinbeck at about the age of twenty-five. Melinda could see the resemblance to Brooklyn in the man. She looked very much like her father. "Who are you?" the man asked. It was not a demanding question but a calm, quiet, sad question as though he were in a state of the deepest depression.

"Teddy Steinbeck?" The man nodded. "I'm Melinda Gordon. I know it may be hard for you but I came here to talk to you about your daughter's death. Why do you think it's your fault?" Tears leaked from the man's eyes.

"Because it is my fault," he said through his tears. "But you have to believe me, I didn't know she had been knocked unconscious."

"If you didn't know about the gash in her head, than how is it your fault?" Melinda asked him.

"I didn't go back for her. I didn't go to check on her like I should have," he replied, tears still streaming down his face. "When I heard the ship was going to sink, all I could think about was getting myself off. I completely forgot all about Brooklyn. I forgot she was taking a bath. I think I may have been a little drunk. I know I would never have forgotten about her if I had been sober, let alone, I would never have failed to hear the thud when she bashed her head. It's all my fault, I'm such a terrible father. I deserve to pay for what I did Brooklyn."

"Teddy, Brooklyn doesn't think it's you fault." The man stopped crying for a moment and looked up at her with the oddest of expressions.

"How do you know what she thinks? Brooklyn's dead," he said in a voice that was quiet but harsh all the same. Melinda sighed.

"Teddy, the reason I'm here is because I can see spirits. I help them to cross over. I can see your daughter and she wants you to know that she doesn't think it's your fault." The man continued to stare at her as Melinda watched Brooklyn fade into view just behind him. The girl wrapped her small arms around her father and he froze, a look of surprise on his face. "She's here right now," Melinda said.

"She is?"

"Yes. She's hugging you. Can you feel it." The man nodded, tears starting to stream from his eyes again.

"Brooklyn, if you can hear me sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

"Tell him I forgive him and I don't want him to cry for me anymore, I want him to move on and be happy. He needs to be there for mommy."

"She says she forgives and she doesn't want you to cry anymore. She says you need to be there for her mother." The man sniffed and wiped his hand across his eyes, intending to wipe away the tears.

"Tell her, tell her I said, I love her," he said.

"She can hear you."

"Tell daddy I love him and when it's his time to go, I'll be waiting for him."

"She loves you and she'll be waiting for you." The man smiled.

"I'll be ready to see you when it's time."

Melinda watched as Brooklyn smiled and her eyes lit up. "Is that the light?" Melinda nodded. "It's so beautiful." Melinda watched the little girl as she walked forward and then vanished.

"She's gone now. She moved on to a better place," she told Teddy. "It's alright, she's happy now."

"I know," Teddy said, wiping more tears away. "I can't wait to see her again but I promise I will be there for her mother." He looked at her for a moment. "Thank you, for helping my daughter and for helping me."

"You're welcome Teddy." At that moment, the officer came back in and told Melinda her time was up. She said one last good-by to Teddy and left the police station.

A/N: And so I sadly bring this story to a close. It would've been longer if I could have managed it but it was already difficult to draw it out this for. And seeing as Brooklyn was going to speak to her father in this chappie, I saw no means necessary for it to extend any further because that's what Brooklyn wanted so that she could cross over. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you again when I can.