A/N: Next chapter! I know I'm a day late but don't panic, just been busy but this is a mix of filler and important chapter. But anyways, I made up the lyrics but here's some action and answer to one question. Who was seeing Ben?

A/N 2: Thanks to The Light Inside The Darkness for listening me rant about writer's block. It's slowly breaking.

Disclaimer: Read Ch. 1

"Here's there the Phantom of the Opera." - Multiple characters, Phantom of the Opera

Ch. 6: Ghosts that Fight

Eleven years ago…

"But I wrote that!"

"It doesn't matter!"

"I was the one who got Maura Isles to make that donation to us. I was the one who wrote that composition. You could take everything from the sheet music and lyrics but do not take away the praise that I earned."

"No one cares about your music, Marx."

"They care about the words!"

"Too bad because you can't fight back about it."

The young girl frowned in displeasure as Mr. Parker, the head person of the Protégé program, stormed out of the dressing room. She then could hear music play once more and she knew that it was her music that played; the music she worked tirelessly on to rid her pain and now it was taken again. They didn't understand the emotion and they took it from her. She was tired of it and it was going to end.

"Watch me fight back," she answered bitterly as she stood up and walked out.

Several moments later, Mr. Parker was observing the performance. He was delighted that the program was getting so much praise since his last group left. The problem was that he was using another's music to make it work. He already didn't like her for her displeasure in promoting the program. Many didn't know that besides having skills in certain instruments, she could write lyrics.

"Let the heart…grow…full and strong…Let love…see through darkness and wrong…" he heard his current performer sing.

Suddenly in a swift moment, the curtain came down.

"What happened," Parker shouted.

"The curtain just came down," a stagehand retorted.

"Karma, I bet," he suddenly heard.

He glanced over and frowned at the one person who could have done it.

Kris Marx.

Maura's POV- Present time

We listened as the music echoed throughout the theater as we walked in and the first thing I noticed was that Allison Carter on stage with her boyfriend while Edward was standing there as well. "Start at the top of the song," Paul Savors told them.

"Guys, can we just stop? I…I don't want to continue," Allison told them.

Poor girl, she can't even mourn, I thought. I watched as Kris continued to observe with Jane nudged her.

Paul shook his head while Dylan argued, "We have only a little time before the show. We have no time to mourn right now."

"You might have not cared about Ben but he was my friend. Why don't we just not do the show and do a show to remember him. Just perform one show," she argued back.

"Just do the one song then you can go."

"Dylan, please think about it."

"I will but we need to rehearse."

Allison looked away but nodded. Savors cracked his knuckles while I whispered into Kris and Jane's ear, "That can be so unhealthy. She already looks tired too and-"

"Sh," Jane and Kris both said.

I frowned as I whispered, "I hate when you two shush me."

"Love me…for who I am…" all our jaws dropped at the sound of Allison's voice. "Be mine…Yours for a lifetime…"

We observed as Dylan sang with her while I whispered, "That's a beautiful voice."

"It is," Kris agreed. I smiled at Kris' comment and I looked at Jane who noticed also the change in Kris' demeanor. She relaxed from the sound of the music playing then I noticed a look in her eyes. There was a look of longing and yet there was sadness. Still secretive even years later, Kris, I thought sadly.

However, we promised no secrets among the family. Some things about Kris' past we didn't touch due to some repercussions that would happen. Any mention of Adrian brought back a very dark part of her but she learned that this darkness she had, created a new strength. There were moments when I saw an old part of Kris especially when her temper came, which she tamed easily. Another thing I noticed also was that Kris' reclusive nature when it came to the subject of the Protégé program. I knew her during that time but I also knew that several members didn't fully appreciate Kris' ability. She played her own music, which had no words most of the time, and then she played other tunes. However, this case seemed to bring back those memories where she considered herself alone.

However, I wondered if Kris thought about going back into music. "Be mine…forever. Don't let them…break this bond…For my heart is so fond…of you," I listened and I glanced over at Jane who smiled at me.

Suddenly, I heard a soft voice and I looked over at Kris. I listened softly as she began to sing another song and it was not anything familiar to me, "Let the heart…grow…full and strong…Let love…see through darkness and wrong…"

Jane and I exchanged a look between us before I noticed Kris cringed at the sound of the wrong chord. I giggled while Kris shook her head and mumbled, "Wrong key."

"Some habits don't die," Jane whispered.

Kris bumped Jane's shoulder before I noticed her look around. She then nudged Jane and pointed toward a corner of the stage. "There's Eddie," Kris pointed out softly.

"So what do we do," Jane asked back.

I watched as Kris looked around for a moment then she finally answered, "After she's done singing, we move over to him." Jane nodded in agreement and I moved in my seat to sit beside Kris. I looked down at her hand to see her tapping along with the sheet music; I smiled gently at her as I touched her forearm. Kris continued to play along with the music until I noticed her calm expression grew serious. I noticed it too as I brought my attention toward the stage.

Allison seemed to have pale over the duration of the song.

"Do you see what I see," Kris asked as she began to stand up. Jane and I both stood up as Kris began to walk quickly down the aisle until the music stopped.

"Allie," we heard someone call out to her. Allison held her grip onto the piano but began to move down to the ground.

Jane and I quickly ran over with Kris climbing onto the stage, catching her. She laid her back gently as she said, "Maura!" I went up the stairs and onto the stage, moving over toward Allison. I touched her forehead as Kris asked, "Does it look like poison?"

I shook my head, "It's not evident but get an ambulance down here."

Kris pulled out her cell phone while my gaze went toward Jane. "Eddie," she called out to the young man at the side of the stage. He looked at her and his eyes widened as if he knew that the police caught up to him. He began to back away and I noticed Kris' gaze also was on him as Jane warned him, "That is not a smart idea." He continued to back away for a couple more seconds then he suddenly ran off as Jane began to chase after him, cussing, "Fuck!"

"Maura," Kris questioned quickly.

"I'll be fine. Go," I told her and soon, Kris chased after them.

I looked back at Allison and touched her forehead. "What happened," I questioned the small crowed around her.

Dylan snorted, "You saw it."

"I was in the chairs approximately three hundred feet away," I hissed as I looked back at the poor girl. "What did you notice that I couldn't see from my seat?"

"She just started to turn pale and…she's been tired for the last several days," I heard one girl explain.

"Has this been the first time she passed out?"

"I'm not sure."

Suddenly I heard a loud crash and I gasped at the sight for Kris was hanging from one of the catwalks, holding on for dear life.

Kris' POV- Earlier

As soon as Jane bolted after Edward, I quickly placed the call out before getting the okay to chase after them from Maura. I ran down the staircase then looked over to see Jane cut around the corner before she crashed into the door, cursing. I caught up to her as I asked, "What happened?"

"He locked the fuckin' door," she retorted.

I approached the door, rattling the doorknob before I stepped back and looked around the stage. "Follow me," I gestured over to another pathway. She nodded as I ran across backstage then stopped at a dead end.

"Kris, we are going to lose him," I heard Jane state to me.

I shook my head as I got onto my knees, looking for the handle until I felt it. I pulled the handle up then looked at her as I stated, "This goes underneath the stage and there should be an opening in that room."

"What room is that?"

"It's the costume room," I retorted before I drew my gun and began to lead her.

She followed closely behind as we traveled deeper causing her to ask, "How do you know about this?"

"I worked as a crew member sometimes," I retorted. It wasn't a complete lie because I did but there was also another reason why I knew the underground part of the stage. As we approached the hatchway, I placed my fingers over my lips then whispered, "We are directly below."

Jane nodded as I heard Eddie panicking even more, pacing frantically. I prepared my weapon and gestured for Jane to get ready. I began to count backwards from three until I shouted, "Now!"

As I pushed the door opened, Eddie dropped onto his knees and shouted, "Alright!"

"You got him," I asked her.

She nodded and approached him before cuffing his wrists. Jane then forced him to stand up as we began to walk out of the costume room. I closed the trap door and followed them out before I heard a couple footsteps causing me to glance over to see a figure standing in the far corner. I thought it was my eyes until I noticed the figure move once more causing me to turn.

"Scared of the ghosts, Detective?"

"Not really."

"Beware of the Phantom of the Opera."

"There's no Phantom...not for eleven years," I mumbled to myself. I shook my head at the fact that I was letting my mind wander off. I took in a deep breath then pulled out my cell phone, looking down at Maggie Lawson's cell phone number. I gave it a curious look before I said, "I wonder…"

I pressed the dial number and suddenly, I heard a loud ring causing me to look toward the side once more. I began to follow the sound while I was listening it go further and further away.

I ran after the sound, taking a sharp corner and began to climb up the ladder. I quickly got onto the ladder, climbing up also but as I reached the top, I noticed that there was no one there and the ring was becoming softer. I kept my weapon drawn as I quietly began to move across the catwalk, looking around my surroundings. I could hear Maura's voice as she questioned the other actors causing me to glance over.

The ringing stopped also causing me to cuss inwardly. I dialed it one more time and suddenly, the ring was louder and almost close.

"He deserved to be dead. He shouldn't have done what he did. All he had to do was play the damn song," I heard a voice whispered. I was about to draw my gun until I felt a kick to my side suddenly.

I cringed in pain as I tried to defend myself, blocking another punch. Suddenly a sandbag was thrown at me as I tried to avoid it as I kicked but missed. They grabbed at my throat as I punched them, hissing in pain until they finally kicked me once more and I quickly fell over the railing of the catwalk. I reacted swiftly as I grabbed one of the bars holding on for dear life as I cussed, "Fuck."

"Kris," I heard Maura shout.

I tried to pull myself up but stopped as I felt my muscles burn a bit. "Kiddo, hold on," Jane shouted.

"I can only hold on for a bit, Jane," I shouted back. I could feel my hands starting to slip as it was sliding a bit. I cringed in pain as I felt a small cut on the inside of my hand before I looked over to see rope. I took in a deep breath trying to reach for it but cringed from the pain by the kick at my ribs. I closed my eyes until I felt a hand on my wrist and I looked up to see Jane, looking down at me.

"I got you," she assured me as she pulled me up slowly. As I touched the platform, I released the breath that I was holding. I looked around for a moment before I looked up at Jane with a terrified look. "Are you okay," I heard Jane ask me.

I nodded, "I'm fine. I'm fine."

That was close.

Jane's POV

Maura decided that it was a good idea to take Kris and Allison back to the hospital. I watched as Kris stepped into the ambulance. "I'm going to interview Eddie while you getting your hand checked out," I informed her.

She nodded, "That's fine but find out about the sheet music."

"I'll see what I'll find out then I'll call you. You think she was trying to distract us from chasing after Eddie," I wondered as I gestured to Allison.

Kris glanced over her shoulder then shook her head, "The girl is too…I don't know…innocent."

"Is that what your gut is saying to you?"

"Yeah and I don't know but I'm trying to get her to trust me a bit. I have that feeling she might know more than anyone."

I nodded then I realized that Kris didn't follow me after we arrested Eddie. She was behind me one moment then I saw her hanging from the rafters for dear life. "Why were you up at the catwalk," I questioned her.

"Well…"

"Krislyn Gabriel Leo…"

"I have Maggie's number and I just dialed it. Suddenly, I heard a cell phone ring that lead to the rafters and I reached the sound, walking on the catwalk because the sound was fading."

"Then?"

"Then someone said that Ben deserved to die before I got into a fight with a mysterious person. Finally, they kicked again before I went over the railing. Who ever this was has the damn phone."

"And you didn't see his face?"

Kris shook her head, "Almost a ghost."

"Not you too," I rolled my eyes.

Kris shook her head, "There hasn't been a Phantom for years, Jane, in that theater."

"How would you know?"

"I just do but it's just someone who knows the theater and most likely our killer. However, we got to question Edward."

I nodded and patted her knee, "I'll see you soon."

"See ya, Ma."

I stepped off the ambulance and watched as the doors closed before I took in a deep breath and looked at my cruiser where Eddie was talking loudly at Frankie. I released the breath before I mumbled, "Why do I always have to get the loud mouth?"

R&I

Eddie sat in the interrogation room as he dwindled his thumbs. He knew that he was in trouble since he tried to run from us. I stepped inside with Korsak as I took a seat and questioned immediately, "You know that you are in more trouble now since you tried to run?"

"I have a good lawyer," he retorted.

"Sure and he's going to bail you out of the murder charge," Korsak stated simply.

"Murder charge? I didn't kill Ben! I was just trying to get the sheet music from his damn suitcase. He saw that I was trying to break in and he punched my jaw. I went to the hospital because of it. You can check out the medical records."

I eyed him and leaned in, "Why do you want to steal the sheet music? It's just paper."

"It's not just paper. That's your career in some idiot's hand."

"Then why would you want it? You have a career."

"Being a theater actor. I would have preferred if I got an album contract and if I had that one song, I could get the complete glory of it."

"So what's the point," Korsak wondered.

This was getting confusing once more and I only wished that Kris or Maura could explain it again. It seemed that every time we had a simple lead, it did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn.

Eddie shrugged, "Everyone knew that Ben had a gift. Many of those protégé kids had this gift and they pursue a damn career or they didn't. Ben decided not to and everyone knew that."

"Did he ever mention why," I inquired.

Eddie shrugged, "If he did, I never heard and gossip spreads like wild fire. He's just lucky that Dylan didn't take away the money he provided for this damn show."

I looked over at Korsak and he looked back at me. This was new information and I could see that Eddie cornered himself. "What money," Korsak inquired.

"And how does it involve Dylan," I added.

Eddie sighed, "Dylan helps with the finances. Valentine recently went bankrupt because all of his money went to the show. Dylan decided to help as long as he got the lead to the show with Allison." He then scoffed, "I don't know why he cares about her."

"Why do you say that?"

Eddie seemed to stop and realized that he said too much. He crossed his arms over his chest as he mumbled, "I want to see my lawyer."

Damn it.

Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring as I answered it, "Maura?"

"Jane? We just returned from the hospital."

"How's Allison and Kris?"

"Tired and you know Kris, being stubborn but you and the other detectives need to get down here. We have the DNA results from the hickey which happened to match to one of the glasses at the party," Maura explained.

"Who?"

"Allison Carter."

You got to be kidding me.

Snap! There's a break in the case and we learned something interesting about Kris. So review, PM, comment, etc! Also, updates maybe slightly slow the next two weeks. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging! Again, busy busy lol