A/N: Hi all, sorry for not posting anything in a while. I've been busy getting everything ready for my trip to Canada, I am currently in Vancouver, and haven' had a moment to post. There are another three after this one. Enjoy!

After reading the wall, Jim had been sick, and he wasn't the only one. Winchester had sent all those who had been there to their quarters to rest. They weren't to be on duty until the next morning. Instructing the rest of the Enterprise people to do the same, she had said she would contact him later for a meeting.

It was after dinner that night that Winchester called him to the office she had commandeered. When he arrived, Spock, Scotty, Bones and the other lead Hunters were there. He was surprised at the Doctor being there, but didn't mention anything about it. Whatever was going on, Bones still wasn't talking to Winchester.

"What have you found out, Dr?" She started with, taking a seat and bringing up a PADD.

Jim heard the hurt in his voice as he spoke, and he again wondered at Spock's cryptic words at lunch. He went on to describe the wounds inflicted on the Ensign, and Jim again felt green. Spock was also having a hard time coping, while Scotty had lost his fight. He had ducked to the attached bathroom and he heard water splashing for several minutes.

"And I've managed to figure out who it is we're dealing with." She said once Scotty returned, pass a PADD around. It showed old newspaper clippings, the dates from the later part of the 1800s. She explained what had been happening, and the time period.

"Say hello, to Jack the Ripper."

Everyone was silent for a moment as they read it when it reached them. "And he was never caught?" Jim asked once he had read over everything that had been written and passed it on to Spock on his left.

"Not for any of this. There were a lot of theories. One was he had been caught and sent to Australia as a convict, another that he had been caught and killed for another crime. Some were that he was a butcher by trade, others, training to be a doctor. Many agreed that he didn't like the type of women he targeted. Which explains why he didn't attack Uhuru, but went for the woman behind her."

Jim was confused, and it seemed so was Spock. "Explain."

"Uhuru has been with you, Commander for years. Swells, the Lt from the mess, the others; they have had many partners. Spock picked that up from him when they fought, but because of the overwhelming emotions, he wasn't able to pick the emotions and memories apart. I've done it before."

"I help to drown out and dilute the emotions, hence why our fingers were touching. She started to sort through things the moment she separated from the Commander." Campbell said suddenly, "I noticed you watching, Captain." Jim nodded at the explanation; he had guessed that the calming factor had not been the only reason. The brother's answer made sense. Spock wasn't expecting nor had the ability to handle the emotions that he would have picked up. It also explained why she seemed so indifferent toward what had happened after, she was struggling to focus on going through everything.

"Can you explain how it was moving Devereaux when autopsy revealed that he had been dead for a day?" He asked as something occurred to him.

"Like I said, meatsuit." She sighed then and ducked her head, wrapping her hands behind. "Max, … uhhh," she breathed out loudly, then in and looked up. Jim could see the pain in her green eyes, mixed with a helping of sadness and regret. "I grew up with Max teaching me as much Dad did. I asked him to come on board this ship, because he had done nothing but talk about it since it was commissioned." She closed her eyes again, and tears slipped out from under her lashes. He saw Bones go to reach for her, but she opened her eyes before he could. She stood when she saw how close he was.

"Max was our best shooter and second only to me in spell casting, and out of all of us, had the most experience with ghosts." Her voice was back to professionalism, cold sounding, analytical, yet heaped with praise and admiration. "He would have been the biggest threat to it, after me."

"How did it kill him?" Scotty asked.

"Autopsy showed massive heart failure." Bones answered as he brought up the report for him to look at. Jim looked it over on the PADD as Campbell spoke.

"Sounds about right. When you get possessed, it's a massive strain on your body. You fight back, more strain. Max must have fought with everything he had when it jumped him, but he couldn't do anything." Dean said.

"I thought you couldn't do anything anyway. At least, that's how I understood it from what you were telling Zinar and Sable." Bones said.

"For normal people yeah. We're hunters, we have ways we've found over the years to fight back. I guess he didn't get the chance to put any into play before he died." She closed her eyes a moment and took a breath before looking to Campbell. "Preparations?" She asked.

"Under way."

"Good. Get some sleep. If he holds the pattern, he'll try and attack again tonight." She tapped the PADD. "If we can prevent him from doing that, we might be able to get the upper hand, force him to do something so we can trap him." Campbell nodded, squeezed her shoulder and headed out. "You heard me gentlemen, bed."

"How can we sleep, knowing that he's going to do this again?" Scotty said, his words and tone echoing Jim's own thoughts.

"Because we've requested all the women on the ship to head to the entertainment hall. We've warded it against ghosts, and have put the same spell on the bridge on all the doors and walls. It can't get in, and if it does, it won't be able to get out. Most of the Hunters have been sleeping today, as he likes to hunt at night, so that's where they'll be." Winchester said, packing up and standing.

Jim knew there was no way in hell he was going to bed, and he could see the same looks of determination on the others. So when Winchester motioned them to leave, they headed as one to the hall on deck 12.

Nothing happened for the rest of the night. Jim and a majority of the men slept in shifts overnight, so when morning came, he'd only had around four solid hours of sleep. He met up with Spock, Scotty, Winchester and Campbell for breakfast the next morning.

"I told you nothing would happen." She said as they ate the next morning. "We had too much warding and vigilance there for him to try anything."

"I know, I just," Jim started but Winchester finished for him.

"You were worried about your crew." She still had that professionalism about her, but it softened a little without Bones around.

Jim nodded and finished his meal. "What are you going to do now?"

"Now that we know who we're dealing with, we can start looking for what could have held it for so long, and gotten past our screening. From all the theories, we can assume that he had a kit of some kind." She finished eating and the siblings stood to clear their plates, several other Hunter's doing the same.

"You are suggesting that this kit is what we could be looking for." Spock said. He seemed to have mostly recovered from his ordeal the day before, and he hoped that it would be over soon.

"Yeah. It'll go a lot easier once we've got the thing trapped, we don't need it to attack whoever finds it." They were walking out the door leading into the room, when she suddenly lashed out at Campbell. She kicked him away from them with a well placed spinning side kick. He stumbled away several feet and came to a stop in a junction.

"Of course, we could just wait for it to come to us." Her voice was suddenly like ice, her posture ridged, fists clenched.

"'Ello, Boss." Campbell said, only it wasn't his normal voice. "Did you like me work?" It sounded British, but different, old. The tone was condescending, yet filled with confidence and pride; as though he knew she wouldn't like it, but didn't care and was proud of what he had done. {If you've seen 101 Dalmatians, the animation, it's like the voice of Cruella's short henchman.}

"Leave him." She said, and Jim could barely hear the anguish within, covered by the anger.

"Don't think so, love. I'm liking this body." He shrugged the shoulders and ricked his head side to side. "Yeah, might stay in it a while."

Jim thought she had lost it as a smile suddenly appeared on Winchester's face. "You can't leave, can you." A statement.

"Not about wanting to leave, Love. This body's strong, good looking." His hurried words were cut off as she grabbed his wrist and squeezed.

"Obfirmo intus." She cried suddenly, before stepping back. "Now, you really can't leave."

"You bitch!" Ripper cried after a moment. "What did you do?"

"A little known secret." She lifted her shirt, showing a glowing tattoo of a circle with a line through one side of it sitting on her hip. "A few modifications, and voila, a perfect way to trap something inside you. Dean was fighting to keep you inside of him, that's why you didn't eat anything. Dean always loves his food, knew something was off. We all have an activation phrase, so long as someone says it while touching the tattoo, whatever is inside, stays inside. It also has the added bonus of alerting the others." She took a few more steps backwards, tapping the tattoo.

"Ring him." Winchester said, standing clear as several Hunters pulled pouches from their backpacks and began pouring salt from them, encircling the young man.

Jim couldn't believe what he was seeing. Winchester simply stood as her brother was trapped within a twelve foot circle of white. "Winchester, Sam, it's your brother." He said, grabbing her arm and turning her toward him. Her lack of emotions was starting to worry him.

"He's nothing but a meatsuit right now." Turning from Jim, she looked back to Ripper. "You jumped him either to get close to me, or because he found it. I'm betting on the latter." She turned away from him and headed out, calling out instructions to the other Hunters.

"Wake the others, I want to know where he's been the last 24 hours and who he spoke with. He found something, and I want to know what."

A/N: Anyone see that coming?! So Jack the Ripper is the ghost I wanted them to chase from the moment this story popped into my head. That and Sam being Vulcan. I also wanted to write about her being Vulcan before this, so as to have her be able to do the things she has been. There's another two stories to go, one of which will include the Winchester brothers. Gotta love time travel.

A/N2: Obfirmo intus is Latin for 'trap within', I think. I've lost my direct translation when I wrote it.