A/N: I was watching an episode of Ghost Whisperer and was inspired to write this from something Jim said. There is a scene in season two's episode: Delia's First Ghost where Jim and Melinda are having a conversation about whether or not they should help Jim's friend with facts about Delia.

Jim's argument to Melinda about helping is "Was it fun when I asked you to close your eyes for a bite of a hoho (a pickle lol) and you broke out in hives?" and Mel laughed and said, "Well if you had known I was allergic you wouldn't have gotten to play doctor with me..." Now all I could imagine from their facial expressions were some hot and steamy times for early Jimel ;) So I thought that I would write the scene!

I imagine they were early in their relationship but set a bit after chapter three when they are a bit more settled in their relationship. There's even a mention of their upcoming anniversary which we all know is when Jim proposes lol so enjoy! xx Mariah

Ages:

Andrea - 27
Jim - 24
Melinda - 20

Melinda pulled up outside Jim's apartment complex and just settled back into her seat to take a moment.

Her day had been the absolute worst. Not only had she spilled coffee on herself this, but she'd broken her heel walking into work and was hit on by her sleazy boss.

She'd been home when she spilled coffee on herself, so thankfully, she'd been able to change. She just focused on getting through her day, no matter how much she hated her receptionist job at the big corporate office. She'd replenish her coffee at the nearby cart on her way in and super glued her heel in the bathroom. Nothing was going to get her down. Not today.

Her day had been mostly okay. There was less faxing than usual and she'd even gotten a full hour for lunch. She'd met up with Andrea like she always did. Andrea was still working as a lawyer, at her office across the street from Melinda's job.

That's how she'd met her. She'd brought her coffee one day when she still worked for the firm Melinda worked at. They started going to lunch together and the rest was history. They even remained close friends even after she transferred to the firm across the street. Andrea had been the only nice person to her throughout the past three years of working there.

After lunch, it had gotten worse. One of the lawyers at the firm had seen Melinda out with Andrea. She'd spread it around like wildfire. As if they weren't adults.

Her boss had pulled her into his office and lectured her. Andrea had lost her standing here when she'd transferred firms. It was seen as more of a slap in the face to the partners. He'd even made an innuendo about letting it go without a write-up if she'd go out with him.

She had nearly quit right there, but no one around the office cared enough to know about her boyfriend unless they were hitting on her, and even then they didn't care too much because he wasn't there.

She was hoping this corporate party coming up would change that. It was the big boss's birthday and she did not want to go alone. She certainly couldn't ask Andrea now, and this seemed like a boyfriend thing because she wanted to be on his arm all night. The corporate goons would never go near her if Jim was there.

After climbing all five flights of stairs to his floor, she began to dig for the key to his place in her black hole of a purse. He'd given it to last week. Was that her sign that they were really serious? Their first anniversary was coming up but she still had her worries. What if got bored with her? Or sick of her ghosts constantly pestering them?

As she dug around, she lost her grip on the purse and it spilled out all over the floor. She groaned, pulling the hem of her skirt as she kneeled to pick it up.

A door had opened in the corner of her eye and then Jim was there, kneeling beside her. "Want some help?" He asked, picking up her phone. "I thought I heard somebody out here."

"Thank you," she smiled at him. They picked the rest up silently before he helped her up. "My day has been terrible."

"I'm sorry your day has been that bad baby." He whispered and pulled her in for a hug, his lips pressing to her forehead as his warm arms enveloped her. She laid her head on his chest and breathed him in, relaxing into him. He was just, so warm and solid. He never failed to make her feel better, just by holding her. "I missed you. It's been a few days since I last saw you."

"Yeah, I guess it has." She sighed and held up a travel bag. "I tried to call you on my way home, but it went to voicemail. I packed for a few days and thought it would be nice to spend some time with you since our anniversary is soon. I'm off through Thursday for Thanksgiving."

"Me too," he said as they moved into his apartment. "My mom does her annual thing, but I don't usually go. I had something planned for us."

"Are you sure you want to miss out?" She asked, setting her bag down. "I know it's a big step, but I think we're ready."

"I haven't gone since my dad died," he told her blankly, sighing.

Jim didn't talk much about his dad. He had never mentioned him before. She'd just assumed he hadn't been in the picture until now. He'd mentioned his mom, and how she was all he had left. They still weren't very close, but he still called on her birthday and mother's day. He'd mentioned a brother once before too. Daniel. She'd seen an old picture, but hadn't seen anyone around; real or ghostly.

"Unless you want to go?" He met her eyes and smiled. His hand came out to brush her face, tracing up her jawline. "I would like you to meet my mother. She would adore you, almost as much as I do. Her place isn't far from what I had planned for our anniversay."

"I like the sound of that," she hummed and shrugged her jacket off her shoulders and hung it up. She walked up to him then, hugging him. "I adore you too."

"I should go check on dinner," he said, kissing her hands as they touched his face.

He had said something about making her his famous burgers and shakes on the phone earlier. She kicked her heels off frustratedly and then walked toward him.

"You look agitated," he said, standing over the stove. He flipped a burger, setting a piece of cheese down on it for her. "What happened?"

"I hate my job," she sighed, leaning into the kitchen counter next to him. "I can't wait until I can quit this stupid receptionist job…"

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, his hand brushing against hers while going to grab fries from the oven.

She huffed, pushing herself to sit up onto the counter. "It was just a long day of my boss being a fucking creep," she muttered.

"I'm sorry. Can you report him to HR?" He walked in between her legs, his hand caressing her cheek as he inched closer. He moved hands to her waist and pulled her to him, her body barely on the counter.

"Yes, but it won't do anything. His dad owns the company," she sighed, relying on him to keep her from falling, and then her lips met his.

Flashbacks attacked her memory with every thought. Every moment they have ever had together. Every fight, laugh, every long-night phone call, and each text in the morning. She couldn't wait for more.

Grabbing his shirt, she closed the gap between their lips with a swift movement. There was no longer a need to be subtle. The kiss was hard, but soft where it needed to be; fiery but cool; a split second but also forever. The smell of smoke and a beeping smoke detector pulled them back to reality.

"The burgers!" He pulled the frying pan off, tossing the burnt meat into the sink as he turned the cold water on. "Damn." He laughed, scratching his face. "Well, how does pizza sound?"

"It sounds better than burnt hamburgers." She laughed, sighing as he walked back between her legs. "You didn't have to do all this for me. I am easily satisfied you know."

"You are?" He laughed, eyeing her.

She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head at him. "You would know," she joked, smiling at him.

"I do know," he laughed, kissing her cheek. He turned, pulling a jar from the fridge. "Close your eyes. I have a surprise." She listened and he brought something to her mouth. "I found these at the Wholefoods and they are amazing. Open your mouth."

She took a bite, juices flowing over her tongue. Buttery and sour. Yum. "That's yummy." She said and covered her mouth as she chewed. "What was it?" It was only a second or before she began to scratch her throat and was short of breath. She touched her chest, breathing in. "Jim... what did you feed me?"

"A pickle, why?" He asked.

"Jim, I'm allergic to pickles…" She coughed, breathing in slowly. Her airway was closing up, slowly, not too quickly, but enough to show constriction. "It's not that severe of an allergy, but I avoid pickles because I usually have trouble breathing and tend to get a rash."

"Oh.. oh… well, fuck. I'm so sorry... but that sounds like a typical mild reaction. Let me see if I have anything in my bag to help." He said and quickly kissed her on the cheek before he moved out of the kitchen.

He was calm and collected like he had to be at work. He grabbed his EMT bag from the hall closet and set it on the floor by her. He unzipped it and grabbed a few things. There was some sort of cream that he'd begun to rub into her chest. It had quickly taken the redness and itch away, helping settle the rattle in her chest.

"The irritation should go away in a sec." He said, going to get an ice pack from the freezer. "You're sweating. Here."

"Thank you," she said and pressed the bag to the back of her neck. "Thanks, Jim. I probably should've told you a while ago what I'm allergic to huh?"

"You're my girl, Mel. I'd do anything for you. It is not a big deal," he said, rubbing a bit more cream on her arms. She'd begun to breathe easier, her chest feeling lighter. "How are you feeling?"

"Light-headed and short of breath," she explained, breathing in deeply. "I can breathe a little easier, but it's still difficult."

"Okay," he pulled his stethoscope from the bag and listened to her chest. "It's a little rattly. I'll have to keep an eye on it." He pulled a thermometer out next, holding it to her. She placed it in her mouth and it read quickly. "I'm gonna need you to be resting your body the rest of the night. Your temperature is 101. If it goes to 103 or above, I'm taking you to the ER." He began to clean everything, pulling out the BP reader. After a few squeezes, he scratched his neck and studied the vitals. "Your BP is a little high too. I just gotta keep an eye on you tonight and tomorrow."

She nodded, knowing it would just be a stupid argument. He was only trying to keep her safe. Even if she did hate hospitals.

"Thank you, doctor man." She replied as he gave her a strange look (must be the nickname she used) as he puts his equipment away. "Oh, don't give me that look. You're getting off over there at the fact that you're my doctor right now."

"Only a little. It is how we first met," he blushed, neatly placing his equipment back in their places. "It's because I enjoy taking care of people but especially the love of my life."

She smiled, a weight being lifted off her chest. "Say it again," she said with a smile.

"What?" He asked, zipping the bag closed.

"What you just said… I'm your what?" She asked, smiling still.

"Oh, I forgot we hadn't really… if that's not—"

Melinda laughed, regretting it when it took a minute to regain her breath again. She hopped down from the counter, kneeling to kiss him. She surely felt a million times better after that. Thanks to Doctor Clancy that was.