BlueBloodsSVUOrder: I think you'll be surprised who gets jealous :P thank you for your continued support by the way, it's keeps me posting :):)

Bamby

EPOV

I walked with Sam and Dean, our voices low so no one would hear us.

"E.V.P," Sam noted.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive," Dean told him. "All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic reading up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now."

"Who's the ghost? What's it want?" Sam asked.

I grinned. "That's where I come in."

...

Now out of the studio, I lead the guys to one of the trailers. One inside, I moved to the coffee table and grabbed a DVD before putting it into the player and moved to sit on the couch. While Sam and Dean stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around

"Whose trailer is this?"

I shrugged at Dean. "Tony, the guy who plays Mitch. We were hanging out yesterday. Told me I could come here whenever I wanted a little break."

Dean rolled his eyes, coming to sit next to me. "Bet he did."

Sam came to sit on my other side. "Where'd you get the DVD?"

"They're called dailies. Dave got them for me," I explained. "Tony won't be back for a while, but let's hurry this up, shall we?" Pressing the fast forward button on the remote, I watched the TV and paused once the guy fell through the roof. "Here we go." Rewinding it a little, I pressed play.

We watched the screen carefully, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. Nothing seemed different at first, until both Sam and I sat forward, noticing something.

I re-wound a little, pausing on the figure that shouldn't have been there. "I don't know about you two, but I have never seen that woman on set."

She was pale, almost like she was in black and white. Dressed in a long robe with her dark hair up and out of her face.

"I've seen her before."

I looked to Sam, surprised and confused. "Really? Around set?"

"No." He shook his head and stood up, leaving the trailer suddenly.

Dean shrugged. "I gotta get back to work. Call me when he finds something." He gestured to his headset as he stood up and left as well.

SPOV

I wasn't too sure where Lizzie was, so it was just Dean and I going through everything I'd found. Actually, it was more just me going through it while Dean ate food in front of me.

"Here, check this out." I handed him an article.

Instead of taking the paper, he turned on his radio as he spoke into is. "Yeah, go for Ozzy." He grinned.

"You have eyes on Tara?"

"No, I don't have a 20 on Tara. I think she's 10-100."

"Copy that. Send her my way."

"Okay, copy that." He nodded, putting the radio down and turning to me again. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Shaking my head, I offered him the paper again. "Elise Drummond. Starlet back in the '30s. Had an affair with the studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute. So, Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like out man. So what, she's got it i for the studio brass?"

"Possibly." I shrugged. "I mean, it's a motive, and the guy's death matches hers exactly."

He sighed. "We're digging tonight, aren't we?"

EPOV

"Which way?" Sam asked Dean, who was hold the map of the celebrity graveyard.

"Uh, over here." Dean gestured for us to follow. "This map is totally worth the five bucks." he chuckled as he looked to a few of the graves. "Hey, we gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here."

Sam scoffed. "You wanna dig him up, too?"

Dean turned to him, offended. "Bit your tongue, heathen."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Okay, boys. Can we just get this done?" Snatching the map from Dean, I searched for the grave we were looking for before taking lead, finding it in a matter of moments. "Found her."

"I don't get it." Sam started as he began to dig. "Why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal. Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean suggested as he began to dig with his brother.

Sam paused. "Come on, is it really that scary?"

"Nope." I answered in a heartbeat. "It sucks. And so does digging up graves. But here we are." I sighed as I started to dig as well, wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

DPOV

There was blood and bits and pieces of a dead guy all over a screen and the floor in the studio. Apparently one of the producers had stayed late last night and somehow ended up getting caught in one of the industrial fans.

Sam, Liz and I knew the truth though. Even after salting and burning the bones last night, the same or another ghost had killed again.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66. Guy named Billy Beard." Sam explained.

"What the hell, dude?" I turned away from the scene.

Liz sighed. "Is it just me or does this feel like a completely different murder. Elise wouldn't have done this. It's not her m.o."

"So, we're dealing with another ghost?" I shook my head. "These things don't usually tag team."

"Everybody, gather around, okay?" McG called. "Got an announcement to make. Everyone, huddle in." he waited as we all gathered. "In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days."

The crowd began to murmur and sigh in disappointment.

McG nodded. "I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, we've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything... and that was to see Hell Hazers II: The Reckoning on screens all across America." He smiled as everyone nodded. "Now, we owe it to them to go on and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?"

Everyone clapped and cheered.

As they got a bit louder, McG spoke over everyone. "But not... not today. Go home. Someone will call you."

Everyone began to walk off, moving to leave. Sam, Liz and I stayed where we were, watching as everyone else began to leave.

"Uh, Elizabeth." We turned to see one of the actors heading our way. It was the guy that played Mitch.

Liz smiled at him. "Hey, Tony."

He gave her a charming grin as he stopped in front of her, ignoring both Sam and me. "So, I was wondering. Seeing as we've got some time off, you wanna go out?"

Jealousy flared up inside me. I had no idea where it was coming from or why I was feeling it, but I was. Liz and I had sex here and there, sure, but that didn't mean we were anything other than friends with benefits. That's all either of us wanted. So why did I want to beat this guy into the ground?

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." She looked up at him with apologetic eyes. "I'd love to, I really would. But I'm actually busy. With my friends." She gestured to Sam and me.

The guy looked to each of us, stopping at me. Instinctively, I stood taller, staring him down. It wasn't like I was trying to intimidate the guy and scare him off, I just... I didn't want a douche bag like him trying to get with Liz. She could do so much better.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around then?" He shrugged.

"Yeah. Sure." She smiled as he walked off.

Once the guy was gone, Sam spoke up. "You know, you could have gone."

"Are you kidding me?" She laughed, turning to us. "He leaves and we don't have to worry about him finding us working in his trailer." She grinned. "The guys cute and all, but I'm not interested."

"You're not?" Sam sounded as surprised as I felt.

"He's a movie star. I'm just another chick he wants to get with. Not exactly a turn on." She shrugged, walking off.

EPOV

I sat on the couch next to Dean, leaning against him absentmindedly, my thigh resting against his. We were watching scenes from the movie, looking for any more signs of a haunting. He lifted his arm, stretching before placing it behind my shoulders.

Smiling, I turned to look up at him. "Smooth, Winchester."

He grinned. "I just thought... we're alone." He shrugged as he slowly began to lean forward, his eyes looking down at my lips.

When Tony had asked me if I wanted to go out with him, to tell you the truth I wanted to say yes. Why? Well, because I knew what Dean and I were doing was changing. Neither of us had slept with anyone else since the case with Madison. We flirted with others, sure, but nothing came from it.

I liked Dean, that wasn't news to me. I'd liked him from the get go. But that did not mean we were going to suddenly become anything other than what we were. If we were going to change, then the only direction we were going would be backwards. We were either casual or nothing. Just being friends would be good enough for me.

Which is exactly why I pulled away before he could kiss me.

"I think you should... I think you should hook up with someone," I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"What?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Tara likes you. She's asked me about you. Thought we were dating. Maybe you could talk to her some more, see where things lead?"

"Okay..." he sounded a little unsure and confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Looking up at him then, I gave him a reassuring smile. "Just been thinking about the rules. We're not an item, Dean. There's no reason why you shouldn't be hooking up with anyone."

"Then why'd you say no to Tony?"

"The case," I lied. "I wanna focus on the case."

He opened his mouth to speak probably to call my bullshit. But before he could utter a word, the door to the trailer opened as Sam walked in.

"Hey." He nodded to me and his brother.

"Hey." Dean nodded back, leaning into the couch again. "So you find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't," Sam sighed, taking a seat on my other side. "Billy Beard was cremated."

"Great." Dean shook his head, frustrated. "Now what?"

"No idea." Sam shrugged. "Any more ghosts show up in the clips?" he asked, gesturing to the TV.

"Not in the first six hours," I noted, sitting up to stretch.

"You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks," Sam suggested. "Because, I mean, it kinda does."

I gave a little laugh and went to respond, but Tara had begun to speak in the scene then, her words catching my attention. "Guys... you hear that?"

Sam looked to the screen, listening to Tara as she read an incantation. "That's the real deal. A necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

SPOV

Dean and I knocked on Martin- the writer's- door.

He turned to us, confused. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, just..." We stepped into his office as I spoke. "Sorry, man. We... we... we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script."

Martin smiled as he sat down on the edge of his desk. "And?"

"Yeah. It's, uh... it's awesome."

"Awesome." Dean agreed.

"Really awesome." I added.

Martin's face lit up. "I know, it's pretty rocking, right? I'm glad you guys liked it."

I nodded. "Yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail."

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I mean, I'm a total detail buff."

"No, I can tell. The way you worked in all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language, and-"

Martin cut me off, confused. "What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man. That's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the PA, Walter?" Dean asked.

"No, he's not a PA. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set," Mart explained.

Dean shrugged. "But he wrote the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, no love interest, it's all wack-a-doo exposition. I had to cut like, ninety percent of it to make it readable. Another ten percent to make it good."

DPOV

"They should've kept Walter's script. It's actually pretty decent," Liz noted as she read the script on the couch.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, dropping the script he'd been reading onto the coffee table. "And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration. Like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want."

"Like kill people," I noted.

"Yep." Sam shook his head. "So, let's say somewhere down the line Walter learned some pretty Black Magic."

I nodded, dropping my own script. "Yeah, and let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie."

"That sounds like motive and means to me, boys." Liz placed her script on to her lap. "So, where's Walter, and who's next?"

...

As the three of us entered the studio, we heard what sounded like Martin scream. Without looking at each other, we all ran in the direction where the sound had come from, knowing that we didn't have time to come up with a plan. We just had to act. Luckily, I'd grabbed one of the guns from the car, just in case something like this was going to go down.

We came around the corner to see Martin being dragged along the ground by a guy whose face was shredded up on one side. It was the dead janitor, and he was pulling Martin right towards a highspeed fan.

"Walter, please!" Martin yelled. "Walter, help me!" he screamed.

I lifted my gun as I came to a stop, and shot the ghost, sending it away. Sam hurried over to turn the fan off as Liz and I helped Martin to his feet.

"You are one hell of a PA," he told me.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I know."

Walter began to back up. "What are you doing?"

"Could ask you the same thing, alter." Sam started for Walter who was hurrying up some stairs he'd been standing by. "Raising these spirits from the dead, making them murder for you, that's playing with fire, Walter."

Walter paused and turned to him. "You don't understand."

"You're right. We don't. But I also don't care," Liz called to him. "Whatever it is, doesn't justify murder."

"You put your heart and soul into something. Years of hard work. Years. And then they take it and they crap all over it!" He gestured to Martin.

I looked to Martin, who just shook his head, clearly in denial. The movie was pretty crap.

Walter went on. "And then... and then they want you to smile and say thank you."

"Listen, it's just a movie. That's it." Sam tried reasoning with him.

Walter sighed. "Look, I got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay."

"Sorry, can't do that," I called to him. "I mean, it's not that we like him or anything, it's just a matter of principle."

"Then I'm sorry too." Martin raised something that looked like a dreamcatcher from where I stood.

"Walter... Walter, don't," Sam warned.

But Walter didn't listen. No, instead he began to chant, in Latin. When he finished, the place began to shake. This isn't going to be good...

Screams and whispers surrounded us before three ghosts appeared to my right.

"Sam! Liz!" I yelled, raising my gun to the spirits as they began to walk towards Martin and myself. "Son of a… come on, come on."

Then they were gone. They just disappeared.

Liz came to stand next to me, looking around for the ghosts. "Shit."

"That's not a good thing?" Martin asked her.

She shook her head. "No, it's really not."

Suddenly Sam was pushed away as something grunted close by.

"Get Martin!" I told Liz as I hurried to my brother and helped him back up. "Come on, come on, move!"

We ran though the set, making our way to the fake cabin, knowing the ghosts were right behind us. Once we were in, Sam closed the door behind us, pressing his back to is. I started to refill my gun, knowing i wouldn't have time later.

"'Come to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs'," I muttered, annoyed.

"You really think now's an appropriate time to quote Die Hard?" Liz asked me, slightly out of breath.

I gave myself a moment to look up at her, amazed. How did show know where the quote was from? It was just another thing that made her cooler.

As I looked away, I found myself looking right through the space where a wall should have been if we were in a real cabin. But we weren't... which meant the ghosts could walk right in. They may already have.

"Oh, man," I groaned, turning to aim my gun at the open space.

Martin shook his head, hiding behind Liz. "I can't believe these ghosts are real."

"What makes you say that?" I asked sarcastically.

"But I don't understand... how is Walter controlling them?" Martin had a good point there.

"Probably that talisman," Sam suggested before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Martin looked at him like he was an idiot. "What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then... maybe, uh..." Sam lifted his phone, scanning the room. "Dean, right there!" He gestured in front of me.

I turned and took a shot without blinking.

"Got him." He nodded as he kept looking. "Hey, right there!"

Again, I shot where he was pointing.

Liz looked up where she could see Walter running on the next level. "I'm gonna go after him."

"Liz-"

She cut me off. "I'll be fine." With that, she was gone.

"Here, you get the idea?" Sam handed Martin the phone as Martin nodded. "Good, I'm gonna help Lizzie. Hold the ghosts off," he told us before running out of the set.

EPOV

Sam had caught up to me. The two of us ran faster than Walter, so it was easy to cut him off. As he ran out the door of the studio, he came to a sudden stop, seeing us block his path.

Sam shook his head at him. "It's over, Walter. Now, give it to us."

Instead, Walter threw the talisman to the ground. I lifted my hand, trying to will it to me, but it was too late. The talisman hit the ground hard, breaking into pieces.

"There, okay, now no one can have it." Walter had no idea what he just did...

Sam tensed. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh, yeah?"

I nodded at Walter. "Yeah."

"And why not?"

"You made the spirits kill for you, you idiot," I answered. Maybe I was too harsh, maybe I wasn't. But at that moment, I didn't care. "And you just let them go."

Sam shook his head. "We can't stop them now," he noted as Dean and Martin rushed through the door Walter had come from. "You brought them back, forced them to murder... they're not gonna be very happy with you."

Walter started backing up from us, still not getting it. "Yeah, so why not?"

There was a loud screeching, a yell, and then Walter screamed as he was pushed to the ground. His cried and screamed, his body shaking as the invisible ghosts attacked him, blood pooling on the ground where he lay.

...

I leaned against the studio building as Tony stood in front of me, his lips pressed against mine in a heated kiss. One hand placed on the wall by my head, the other resting on my hip as my own hands held his jacket.

He pulled back, smiling down at me. "You really should think about changing careers. You'd make one hell of an actress. Even a model," he noted, looking me up and down.

"Thanks, but I'm happy with the job I've got." Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips again.

He got the message, coming back down to deepen the kiss once more.

It's not that I did or didn't like the guy. Like I said before, I wanted to say yes to him when he asked me out. I hadn't because of Dean.

But after talking to Dean, and thinking about everything, I knew I was right. I needed to get back out there. I needed to get back to normal. Being with one guy was not my thing. In saying that though, I wasn't going to stop being with Dean, we were just going to have to slow down for a while.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had Tony and I pull away to look over, seeing Sam standing a few feet away, waiting patiently.

"I, uh... I gotta go," I told Tony, pushing off the wall as I stepped away from him.

He watched as I started to back up. "Will I see you around?"

"You never know." I grinned at him before turning around and walking over to Sam. "Ready?"

He looked form me to Tony, trying not to laugh. "Are you?"

I gave a short shrug. "What, can't a girl have some fun?"

A light laugh escaped his lips then as he turned to walk along the path with me right beside him. We didn't talk, but I did notice that the tension between us had eased a little. We both knew we weren't done talking about what was happening, but for now, Sam was willing to give it a rest.

Nearing Tara's trailer, we couldn't ignore it's shaking. As we were about to walk past it stopped and a moment later the door opened.

Dean stepped out, a wide grin on his face as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. He looked up at the door where Tara stood in nothing but a robe.

"You're one hell of a PA." She smiled at him.

"Thank you."

I chuckled lightly, feeling slightly surprised that I wasn't jealous. "See ya later, Tara." I nodded to her, grabbing Dean's arm as we started down the path again, heading for the exit.

Dean couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "God, I love this town."

Bamby