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The group arrived in Boston in two cars. Melinda, her husband and child weren't comfortable with Jim and Blair enough to travel in one vehicle. This gave them time to talk things out with the ones they were comfortable with. Blair woke up after taking a nap on the long drive and sensed there was something bothering his friend.

"Jim what's up with you man? You have that scowl on your face and you're your grinding your teeth so hard you'll be giving yourself a case of T.M.J."

With a sigh, Jim voiced his concerns. "It's the damn ghost; she has us lying to Melinda and her family. And it's only going to come up and bite us in the ass in the end."

"Yeah, I thought about that too. Your right, it does suck, but I can see why she had us do it."

"Oh yeah, well lets hear it, oh wise one."

"Jim, it's for the same reason you and Simon jumped on my case about telling the rest of major crimes about the main event. Melinda's whole life is spent helping people with their feeling for deceased family and loved ones so the dead can pass on to wherever they are suppose to be. Don't you think that if she knew about the main event that she would be shouting it from the roof tops in an effort to try and save everyone? If she did, this would only cause a panic."

"Yeah, I know all that; still it doesn't mean I have to like it." Jim replied.

Blair smiled at his friend knowing Jim sometimes likes to dwell on things he couldn't control.

"And another thing; how are we supposed to approach this woman? It was easy with Melinda, she knew we were coming. I mean what do we say to Miss Davies? 'Hi, we're a pack of gifted people and we heard you're one too.' Or how about, 'Your mother contacted us from beyond the grave to save your life.' This is going to be a nightmare no matter how we put it."

Blair chuckled before saying, "I see your point. However, I think Melinda is more use to this sort of thing than we are. She has had to put herself out there telling loved ones left behind about what she does and what she can do. We on the other hand, have done everything we could to hide your abilities from others."

"So, we get Melinda to do the talking?"

"That's the best I can come up with."

"She's going to hate you for passing the buck to her."

"I think she'll be happy to do it."

"I bet you twenty she complains."

"You're on."

Everyone parked their cars in the park structure on the corner adjacent to their destination. As they got out of the car, Melinda walked up to them and said.

"I know you two are use to knocking on doors and questioning people but I was wondering if you would let me do the talking. Besides, she might freak out if she finds out someone from law enforcement knows about her."

Blair and Jim looked at each other, Jim knew he lost the bet but was relieved that he wasn't the one going to confront Miss Davies.

"We can see how that could be a good Idea." Jim said as they continued on their way into the building.

An hour earlier, Tru Davies woke to the sound of her clock radio blaring the song 'Another One Bites The Dust' by 'Queen'. She got out of bed and started her day. Today, she was going to take a run before class - a routine she tried to adhere to every other day as long as the weather cooperated. One of the real perks to this heath kick was the well built guys she got to check out as she ran by them. They also checked her out as well. She hoped that jogger with the dark hair and brown eyes would do more than look her way For once, she might end up making the first move. She finished her protein drink and was headed for the door when someone knocked.

"Kind of early for anyone to be knocking at my door." She thought.

She answered the door to find a woman with friendly eyes.

"Hello Miss Davies, my name is Melinda Gordon and I'm a friend of…a friend."

"Well Melinda, you caught me on my way out and I have a busy schedule today. So, unless you feel up to running with me you'll have to come back another day to push whatever you selling."

"Running? In these heels?"

"Suit yourself. I got to go."

"Tru we know you're gifted. I came with some friends who are gifted as well. We came here to help you."

Tru felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car but she tried to not let it show on her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I think you have the wrong girl. I don't have the brains to be gifted."

"That's not the kind of gifted I meant but, I think you already knew that."

"Well, I don't believe in any of that spooky E.S.P. stuff either. So, if you'll excuse me, I got to run…literally." Tru said and ran down the stairs taking two and three at a time. Melinda pulled out her cell phone and called detective Ellison.

Out side Jim Ellison opened his phone to find Melinda's name on his caller ID. He opened the device and said, "Hello."

"She won't listen to me. I seemed to have spooked her. She is going on a run."

"Can't you go after her?" Jim asked.

"I didn't bring the right foot ware. One of you will have to do it." She replied.

Jim looked to Blair and Clancy. Blair was the best candidate as he was in comfortable clothes and sneakers.

"Blair," He said. "Miss Davies was spooked by whatever Melinda said to her. She's avoiding her by going on a run. Of the three of us, you're the best person for the job. You need to keep up with her and calm her down enough to listen to reason."

"Oh, boy! Let me talk to Melinda."

Jim handed over the phone. Blair asked what she had said to her so far. He discovered she asked her to ask the ghost of Tru's mom what her gift was. There was a few seconds of silence as Melinda did just that. When she got back on the phone told him it was in disbelief and wonder. Blair's eyes bulged at the concept as Jim listened with his Sentinel hearing looking at Blair in disbelief.

"That's not possible." Jim thundered.

"Well, apparently that's what she does." Blair replied

"What does she do?" Clancy asked as Tru came running out of the building.

"You better get to it Blair." Jim said.

With that, Blair ran after her. When it was evident that his academic career was in the toilet he had nowhere to turn. When Simon offered him a job on the police force, Blair took it and was rushed through the academy as his knowledge of police procedure surpassed most of the other cadets. However, he still needed to be able to pass the physical, qualify on the shooting range and, most of all, complete a run through the obstacle course. This was a wake up call to him. He always thought of himself as fit but it took him some time to get the stamina to finish the course. Since then, he took up jogging and signed a membership to a local gym along with Jim. He was now in the best shape of his life. He caught up to Tru quickly.

"Hi there," He said with a friendly smile.

"Um… Hi," Tru replied unsure of who this guy thought he was.

"You know it wasn't Melinda's intent to freak you out. At least, not with what she had told you so far."

"Oh crap! What the hell do you people want from me? Do I have to call a cop?"

"I am a cop, Officer Blair Sandburg at your service." Blair replied.

"What?"

"Not from around here, I'm from Cascade, Washington. All I'm asking is for you to hear me out. Take some time to think about what I'm saying and get back to us with whatever you decide."

"Fine, what do you what from me?"

"We don't want anything. We're here as part of a protection detail. And to put it bluntly, people with gifts are in danger meaning you're in danger."

"From what?"

"That's a good question, one that I don't have an answer for but I know the information about the threat is very real."

"Well. let me just say that I'm pretty good at taking care of myself."

"Maybe, if I started at the beginning you'll see I'm not just a cop; I'm also a shaman."

"A shaman?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, Blair retorted. Is that any harder to believe than reliving days so you can save people?"

Tru didn't answer. They just kept running.

"James Ellison, he's my partner on the force. He's also gifted and one day about a month ago we were in the middle of work when we were both slapped with a vision sent from a spiritual plane. The place where our friend and mentor had passed on to. He told us that there was unimaginable trouble ahead and that we had to help this woman he showed us. She would know a place of protection. Once we got to Grandview New York, we met her. Her name was Melinda Gordon. We also found that her gift was to communicate with earth bound spirits."

"Earth bound spirits?" Tru asked looking for a definition.

"Spirits of people that couldn't pass on to the next spiritual plane, mostly because of connections to others they have unfinished business with.

The information about the safe place was given to Melinda by one of those spirits. The ghost turned out to be a messenger for a higher power and that being wasn't giving us any information until we saved you."

"Well, you can tell your higher powers that I don't need saving! So, you and your people can just move on!"

"You don't get it! The powers didn't want you to be saved! The messenger went out of the way against the powers wishes for us to offer protection. The messenger believes you're worth it."

"What! Why would this…this spirit do that? Why me?"

"Yeah, that's the thing that you're probably going to find suspicious. I know I would in your place but here it goes. The spirits name is Elise Davies. It's your mother Tru."

Tru stopped in her tracks with that statement. The range of emotions that played across her face happened so fast it was hard to keep up but finally she stopped on disbelieving anger.

"You people leave me the hell alone! I don't give a rat's ass about any threat. I'll handle whatever it is myself. If you guys approach me anymore; I'll call the authorities and I don't care if you're a cop. Just stay the hell away from me!"

"It doesn't matter to us if you believe me or not. We offered you protection. If you don't want it then so be it. We'll be leaving the Boston Harbor Hotel tomorrow morning if you change your mind. If not, you wont be seeing us again."

"That's fine by me." She said as she ran across the road into a park. Blair pulled out his cell phone and called Jim.

"Jim, come and pick me up, I'm at the corner of Tremont street and Park."

"How did it go?" Jim asked.

"About as well or as bad as you'd expect. I laid down the whole story without the main event issue. I gave her all the names and places for her to look up. She will either come to us or she won't. Either way we tried; Mrs. Davies can't fault us for that. She'll just have to give us the information for the safe place."

"We can only hope."

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Tru ran about a mile into the park. When she was sure she wasn't being followed she pulled out her cell phone. Someone answered in two rings.

"Davis, I need you to run a check for me."

"Why? What's wrong?" He asked.

"I had a couple of visitors this morning telling me that they wanted to protect me from some unknown danger."

"What do you mean 'unknown danger'?" Davis wondered aloud, now very concerned.

"That just it, they didn't seem to know, but they swore that it was real. At least, he did."

"Who?" Davis asked.

"His name was Blair Sandburg he said he was a a cop from Cascade, Washington. And 'her' name was Melinda Gordon from Grandview, New York. He mentioned another guy. His name was Jim Ellison also a cop out of Cascade. They knew who I was. They knew what I can do, and Davis, they are all supposed to have some kind of gifts. Blair claimed to be a shaman. Melinda was some kind of medium. They claimed that she could talk to ghosts. He said she was talking to my mother."

"That has to be a ruse and it's pretty low. I'll get right on this. See me after class."

"I will see you then."

All day Tru kept looking over her shoulder waiting for Blare or Melinda to show up. They never did. When class let out she went to the morgue to meet Davis. When she got there she found him straight at the computer.

"What did you find out Davis?"

"You don't remember the Name Blair Sandburg do you?"

"No. Why? Should I?"

"A few years back he was all over the news for turning in a dissertation on something called a Sentinel, people with heightened senses. They could read a news paper from across the street. Hear the heart beat of a mouse from across the room. Stuff like that but then he announced that his paper is a fake-a fantasy he had for a book that he decided to turn in as a fraudulent term paper."

"So, he's a fraud. Now, I got him! He won't be able to pull nothing now."

"I don't know about that. I've spent all day looking through the information which only brought up more questions that I had answers for.

Blair Sandburg became a ride along observer for the Cascade P.D. The detective that was his partner was Jim Ellison. Since then, detective Ellison's capture rates skyrocketed. In some of the cases, there were a few discrepancies. Things that sound feasible on paper but if you thought about it; you realize that it couldn't be done without high-tech devices of which there is no record of them."

"What kind of devices?"

"Binoculars for one, a microscope, and long range listening devices and in a few cases he simply followed his nose to find the criminal. The guy must have the nose of a blood hound."

"Wait a minute! Are you saying this detective Ellison is one of these Sentinel guys? Then, why did Sandburg claim his paper to be a fake? He had a live one right there. He could have risen to the top of the academic ladder."

"Think about it. It would be like me writing a paper about you and it finding its way into the news papers. I would never do it intentionally but if it happened, I would tell everyone it was a flight of fancy just to keep the world from crashing down on you."

"Wow. That must have sucked! He'd never be able to get a job in his field of study for the rest of his life."

"He committed academic suicide just to save his friend."

"How is it, no one else noticed this?"

"News reporters these days aren't that investigative. They like to report the easy stories all laid out for them. As far as the department Ellison worked out of; I believe that someone there knew about him. It would have to be someone in authority capable of covering Ellison's tracks. Probably his immediate supervisor, a Captain… Simon Banks." He said reading it off the screen.

"What about this Melinda Gordon?"

"That is also an interesting file to read; it would seem that the Federal Aviation Administration has her listed as a possible physic. It would seem that a jet crashed near Grandview a few years ago and she was there claiming to speak with the dead."

"I bet that went over well."

"Actually, you'd be surprised. The F.A.A. is very open minded about psychics as long as they are registered."

"Registered?"

"Yeah, the government has a registry full of them, but since Melinda was never on their list her words fell on deaf ears."

"So, do you think she is for real?"

"You don't have to show up on someone's list to be a powerful psychic. There are many of them that are virtually unknown. But yes, I think she is for real. There are internet sites of families being helped in her area by a woman who has a desire for antiques. Melinda Gordon just so happens to own a shop called 'Same as It Never Was Antiques'."

"Then the question is, what's their game? What is this danger they are talking about? And…"

"And is it really your mother they are talking to," Davis said finishing her sentence.

They engaged in a half hour of discussion of what their next step should be. They decided to make contact with Blair and Melinda's group to find out the specifics of what was suppose to be coming after her. She found the number for the hotel Blair had mentioned. She was able to get in touch with them to arrange a meeting at the morgue. Another half hour went by before they finally arrived. Melinda's husband stayed at the hotel to watch over there son, Aiden. Davis was introduced to the group. Jim was introduced to Tru and Davis.

"It's an honor to meet an actual sentinel." Davis said purposely indicating he knew about Jims abilities.

Jim knew someone would make the connection. He had a hard enough time making up lies to tell the other detectives in major crime that he had not been the subject of Blair's dissertation. Blair looked stunned but Jim just shrugged and nodded, which stunned Blair even more.

"I guess we really are laying all our cards on the table today." Blair commented.

"Looks that way chief," Jim replied.

Tru then turned to Melinda and asked her directly what the name of her favorite stuffed animal was when she was eight. Melinda paused before answering that it was Mr. Jiggers a stuffed elephant. This brought unexpected tears to her eyes at the realization that this might be real.

"She said you still have him and put him on the pillow after making the bed. She says to tell you she still watches over you and your brother."

"Tell her, I'm sorry, I couldn't save my sister. I couldn't get to her in time and…"

"She's right here. She can hear you. She said that it wasn't your fault. You got her into rehab where she needed to be. The overdose was her doing; there was nothing you could have done to stop it."

Tru cried a bit before she finally stopped. She got a hold of herself and got to the topic of the meeting.

"Just what or who is it that is coming after me?"

"This is something we're not clear on. You mother says that the higher powers will not elaborate until we reach our destination where others more capable of protecting us will be."

"Okay, that sounds suspicious."

"Your mother seems to trust them."

"Just why is my mother earthbound? She should be in heaven or something like that. She did a lot of good during her life."

Melinda looked to her right. This was supposedly where Tru's mom was standing. Tru noticed Melinda was listening to something she couldn't hear. Supposedly, it was her mother. She wanted to believe she was talking to her mother but she still wasn't one hundred percent on board with believing any of this. She was desperately trying to an open mind.

"She said she did move on but was approached to be the messenger for us."

Just then a body was brought in.

"Excuse us. We need to work. We'll talk later." Davis said.

The body Fred the ambulance driver came in with was wrapped in a vinyl body bag. It had water droplets running off it from the rain that poured down on the city about an hour and a half ago. The body was that of a little boy maybe five years old.

"Oh, this is a shame!" Tru thundered.

"This is the body of that kid the was kidnapped this morning, Carter Bishop." Fred announced.

"Kidnapped? I didn't hear anything about that." She said.

"He's the fourth kidnapped victim in just as many weeks; he was abducted from his front yard on Marlborough Street. The mom turned her back to retrieve the phone. When she came back out, a neighbor driving home from the market said he saw a man carrying what might have been her son. The police searched for him all day long only to find his body along side a dumpster on Washington Street. The medical examiner said that he was dumped there but it wasn't where he was murdered. Time of death occurred around two P.M.; cause of death is still undetermined. They want you to collect the blood from him as well as any other evidence from the body and send it to Dr. Isles at the Boston PD."

"Why didn't she collect it?" Davis asked.

"She's been making arrangement with the feds of the Behavioral analysis unit (B.A.U.) out of Quantico, Virginia since they are more equipped to hunt down serial killers and kidnappers. Rizzoli is pissed about it. She hates working with the feds. There was an incident with her and a fed awhile back that almost got her demoted. I hope things fairout better this time around."

Jim watched the attendant take the body into the morgue.

"Thanks Fred, we'll take it from here." Davis replied.

As the attendant left, Jim came up to Davis and said. "Check around his mouth and nose first. There definitely the smell of ether coming off him. He was probably rendered unconscious that way."

"What do you mean? I didn't smell anything." Tru questioned.

Davis realizing what he meant replied. "This is a rare opportunity. Mr. Ellison. Would you be able to assist us in collecting evidence?"

"What why?" Tru asked bewildered. There was nothing to indicate that Jim had any knowledge of how to work in an autopsy environment.

"Tru remembered he is a sentinel. He should be able to find the evidence most people would normally miss."

"Yeah, I once said that Jim was a criminal's worst nightmare because he's a human crime lab." Blair announced.

Davis passed Jim a pair of latex gloves. They headed into the morgue to perform the autopsy.

By the time they were done, Davis was truly impressed. Tru was awed. The man was able to find things others would have missed. Among some of them was the needle mark on his foot that had the smell of industrial solvent; it was definitely the stuff that killed him. There was also a small spot of grease near his elbow and a yellow shell like substance imbedded in the treads of his shoes. As they were about to exit the morgue, another body was brought in.

"It's a hit and run victim; happened around two thirty p.m." The attendant said. "Witnesses say the driver just kept speeding away. The victim didn't have any I.D. So we were told to bring him here." When the sheet was pulled back, Tru lost all her color. There dead lay her brother Harrison.

"No! Not again! Not Harrison! Not my brother!"

Davis was in shock.

"Harrison, come on! Just ask me, come on! Just one more time, this isn't your time, not yet! I can save you! Just ask, come on Harrison! Come on, HARRISON!" She began to scream hysterically.

"Tru," Davis began. "Your gift is about second chances, maybe, you can't bring him back this time because this is the second time he died. You already gave him his second chance."

Tru cried at her brother's side. The body of Carter Bishop was to her left. Blair's heart was heavy with sorrow for her. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder sympathetically. That's when something happened that made Blair try to protect Tru. Both the bodies of Carter and Harrison grabbed one of Tru's arms; they opened their eyes meeting hers. They whispered, "Help Me," and the day rewound.

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