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She stepped out of the car her stiletto heels clicked onto the parking lot's asphalt. She stared down at her outfit in disgust. She was wearing a blank short dress that showed a little cleavage, she hated wearing this dress, but it was the best way to get information from guys. Guys told her anything when she wore this dress.

She shut the car door, locking it, she looked at herself in the car's side mirror, and smiled at her reflection even though she didn't feel it. She hated this heels, they hurt her feet, she preferred flat foot shoes she could run in, she never wore them except for occasions like these. Regardless she walked to the door, froze the smile on her face and walked in.

She opened the door and her gait changed to a confident strong one. She knew how she looked like this dress. She knew how much men would fall over themselves to give her any information she might find interesting, so long as she played down her intelligence a bit and made it seem like she was really interesting in them. Was it fair to use her attractiveness to guys to get information? Probably not but playing law enforcement only worked for her with law enforcement, and even then sometimes she had trouble getting those in the boys club to take her seriously.

She scanned the bar and found it very typical college bar, maybe slightly better then other bars and distinguished by the young people in the bar. There was laughing off to one side like someone had told the most funniest joke in the entire world. She scanned the table from the laugh had come from, they were all men, all jocks but not her ideal table she moved on. Nerds, too low on the totem pole to know the information she wanted and she doubted they would be able to talk to her anyways. The third table gave her pause.

The man sitting there was alone, his leather jacket wasn't terrible out of place here. The man was around the right age albeit maybe a little bit too old but not enough of an age gap that normally she wouldn't question it. What she did question was his eyes, they were scanning her but not in the way a normal guy would scan her. He wasn't looking at her breasts or her butt but at her eyes and then down to her purse. There was something about his stare that was familiar and she found herself drawn to his table, and she sat down across from him.

"Hey stranger." she started grinning at him flirtatiously.

"Hey." he said shortly then stared at her a bit more. She was starting to think that maybe he was either gay or not interested when he smiled. His smile that seemed so different so not like every other guy that usually smiled at her as they undressed her with their eyes.

"So did you hear about those poor boys?" she started turning on the charm, she usually worked up to it a bit more before she started out but something was off about this whole thing. His eyes scanned her again what they were looking for she didn't know, and it was starting to make her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah I did." he said.

"Did you know them?" she asked.

"No can't say that I did." damn all this time wasted on someone who couldn't even tell her anything. Only she found herself still perplexed by him and didn't move off to the next table. "Is that dress uncomfortable?" he asked her catching her completely off guard. No guy had ever asked her that before, her shoes yes but her dress no.

"Um.." she floundered her usual persona of being cool and collected flew completely out the window. "Okay what is your deal? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Are you a hunter?" he asked completely taking her by surprise. Although now that she looked at him in a different way she could see it now. There was the way he held himself and the way he searched her as she came into the room.

"You're one too." she said a little peeved. She couldn't believe that this guy had figured her out before she had figured out him.

"Yeah, I saw you at the police station pretending to be an FBI agent. Kind of would have made it difficult to do the same thing." a little bit of her peevishness left.

"So what did you find out since I couldn't find anything out there?" she crossed her legs and arms.

"I don't play well with others." she said.

"Come on I came all the way out here from Florida." he pleaded.

"Not my problem."

"Please." he asked with a puppy dog smile that was so cute it nearly made her smile, but she didn't team up with people she didn't know and she didn't get to know people as a rule.

"Sorry you have my condolence." she said and she got up from the table. She went off the next table.

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She had gotten the information she had needed in the bar. By the time she was done the other hunter had left, hopefully he had left town as well. She had gone back to her hotel and changed into more comfortable clothes. Which was a black long sleeved shirt coupled with black athletic pants. Which would make her harder to see as she dug up the grave and if the ghost gave chase she could run better in athletic pants then she could in jeans. She finished up and got into her car.

Several minutes later she was parking at a cemetery. She sometimes wished she wasn't so comfortable with breaking into cemeteries, but she was and she did. She went to the back of her car and grabbed a shovel and a gun full of rock salt that she had recently heard about that at the road house. She closed the trunk and made her way to the grave

"William Forbes." she said the name aloud. "You shouldn't have killed all those people then I wouldn't have to kill you for good." she stared at the grave. She hated this part, digging up a grave wasn't exactly easy. She dug her shovel in and got started. She had gotten maybe half way down when she heard another car drive up. She stopped and ducked a bit. She heard the car door open and close then footsteps that started getting closer and closer to her. She winced as the footsteps stopped right in front of her, any moment now someone would be arresting her or telling her they were going to call the police to arrest her. If they did that she would probably be able to get away, but then the ghost would just keep on killing.

"Need help?" a familiar voice asked. She straightened up and saw him, the other hunter standing there. She wanted to say no, she really did but digging up grave was tiring and she wanted a break. Just a five minute break to get back her strength without having to worry that the ghost was killing someone just because she wanted a short break.

"Okay but only for five minutes." she said he reached his hand out to her but she didn't take it, instead she hefted herself out of the grave. She wasn't some damsel in distress, she was a hunter she kicked ass. She saved the damsel. The man she didn't know the name of climbed into the grave and started shoveling the dirt.

"So you found out who did it?" she asked.

"Took a bit more work since someone never learned how to share." she knew it was said in jest and the man didn't know her, but she was taken back to her childhood.

"Give it back Justin." she said tugging on the bear that her brother stubbornly held onto. "Mom make him give it back." she begged her mom. Her mom looked over at them and said to Justin.

"Justin give her sister her bear back." Justin looked at her.

"But Mom."

"Justin." she said strictly and Justin let go of the bear and folded his arms and faced away from her. "What you can't share?" She shook her head and focused instead on the man in the grave. He was making good time of course he was fresh and hadn't been working on the grave for half the night already. She grabbed her gun from her duffel bag and watched in case the ghost came. Five minutes passed and she decided to keep letting him dig for a few more minutes. Again and again she kept letting him dig until he hit the wood of the grave.

"I got it." she knew that, the man climbed out of the grave. He went to his bag on the ground that she hadn't noticed since it was black and blended into the night. He took out some rock salt, just rock salt. He was rookie too! She shook her head she was about to tell him to leave when the ghost showed up.

She made a split second decision, albeit maybe not the smartest of decisions. Instead of letting the rookie distract the ghost while she killed it she instead started running. She was used to being both the distraction and the one who killed it. She however had to also run away from the man as well and only as she was running she realized she was putting her life in the hands of a man she didn't even know the name of. She was in the process of running when suddenly she was flying, humans weren't meant to fly so that meant she had been thrown. The being thrown part wasn't too bad, it was always the landing part that got her. This time was no exception as her shoulder managed to hit part of a tombstone. She bit back the yell that wanted to escape and settled for a grunt.

She saw the ghost coming for her again and then changed direction, she cursed as she got to her feet. Her shoulder was throbbing but she had to set aside the pain, she ran after the ghost picking up her gun that she had dropped in mid flight. She saw the man throw a gas can to the side. At least he wasn't completely incompetent. The ghost appeared behind him and before she had a chance to warn him the ghost throw him as well.

She didn't waste time she took the matches out from her coat pocket she kept there just in case, which she used...well a lot. She rushed forward and struck the match and throw it into the grave. She turned and saw the ghost shriek, burn and fade away. She then looked for the man to see if he was okay. He popped up a few feet away looking alive; that was good enough for her. She strode over to him and gave him her gun which he took with confusion. She took it back from him and took one of the bullets out of the gun and showed it to him.

"Rock salt." she said, he nodded seeming to get it. He smiled appreciatively.

"You weren't horrible." she said begrudgingly, and the man's smile grew.

"You weren't bad yourself." she smiled cockily.

"I was awesome." she picked put her guns and things back into her bag and turned to the man.

"You'll fill in that hole for me won't you, since I you know did all the hard work." she said cockily. She knew a lot of hunters would have a problem about her talking to them like that and if he wanted to fight, she would fight she almost wanted one. However he just smiled and said.

"Yes mam." that took her aback, it took her a second to respond.

"Good then, I'll leave the two of you." she said and started walking away.

"What's your name?" the man called after her. She turned around slowly and debated whether or not to tell him. After a moments she decided that she would, since it couldn't hurt.

"Moira." the man didn't offer his name back, she wanted to leave to put this place in her rear view mirror but she also wanted something else, something that surprised her.

"What's yours?" she asked, from this distance she couldn't see his face, could only hear the.

"Xander it's nice to met you Moira." she surprised herself even more by saying back to him.

"Like wise."

A/N: This is the end of Em Harris a very big thanks to those people who reviewed this story.