Hunters Of Late Night

Chapter 4

It wasn't long until Justin pulled into his driveway, getting out to walk to the key rack to grab the keys to their joint car, a deep wine red Delorean with smoothed edges, cuffed bumpers, silver and black door outlines, and an artillery any Hunter would crave. Justin turned to look at the end of the driveway, opening the driver's seat door of the Delorean that they called HashTag after Jimmy's "pet panda", HashTag.

Jimmy smiled to himself, seeing their car already open and Justin waiting for him as he drove up. He parked quickly, then jogged over to Justin. "Sorry. I had to grab a bottle before I left." The talk show host hummed, holding out the beer. The occasion seemed fitting enough for a bottle.

Justin looked down upon it and got in, turning the keys in the engine and looked at Jimmy as he shut his door. Before anything could happen, they were greeted to Ew! on the AUX, Justin's face going red and a smile crawling across his face as he quickly struggled to change it with his phone.

Jimmy laughed lightly hearing his Sara voice blaring on the speaker. He rolled his eyes playfully and went along with it. He did like the song, after all... He wrote it.

Justin laughed as he turned on his own songs quietly, looking to the driver's wheel and then to Jimmy. "I swear that was an accident. I didn't realize I had that playing last- I mean, I didn't have it playing last. Dan must've been playing it or... something. Um, anyways, to Seth's set!"

Jimmy smirked. "No shame, Justin. I listen to your stuff all the time." He then turned to open his bottle, and grinned. "To Seth's!"

The singer started to back out of the driveway and made sure to be safe on his way, not wanting Jimmy to spill his drink in Tag. Well, Justin called it Tag while Jimmy called it Hash. It was only fitting. "So, do you think anyone in particular is behind this? I mean, other than mayyybe Dan. I won't ask him what's going on. He could break out war with demons or something."

"I don't know, man." Jimmy sighed heavily, cutting himself off mid-lyric. "Best not to get Dan in on this, or Jess for that matter. We don't need anything bad accidentally happening. And you know how Jess is... She's so clumsy... She could literally start a war and just be like 'Oops! Did I do that?'..." He sighed again and took a swig of his beer.

"Yeah, him and his angel-ness and her and her blood-sucking. Why did we marry these people to have half-bloods?" Justin pondered aloud, turning the corner to 30 Rock plaza, then turning into a parking garage for V.I.P.'s.

"No damned clue, Justin... Not a single one. But, love is love, I suppose." The other muttered and took another swig of his drink before unbuckling and opening the door.

Justin shut off HashTag and got out, locking it before giving Jimmy a look. "At least take a breath mint, man," he said with a sigh. "I hate it when you drink on the job."

"I am a grown ass man, Justin. If I want to drink, I can drink. At least I'm not drunk," He retorted, gently swinging the beer in his hand as he walked, following Justin.

They made it to the lift and then to the set where an angry Seth and Conan stood. Conan looked like he was about to piss himself and Seth looked overall dumbfounded, trying to process the same amount, maybe more, information that Justin was struggling with on his own. "Guys," Justin waved. "We're here."

Jimmy looked over at Conan who immediately walked over to them. "Thank God you two are here. Things have gotten stranger since we got hold of you," Conan said, still freaked out.

"And it doesn't help that neither of our angels are answering," Seth added. "I mean, we were just standing around, trying to think of ideas for when we collaborate and then suddenly my desk," Seth said, trailing off sadly. Justin looked to Jimmy and unzipped his jacket, pulling out his angel blade, handing it to Seth.

Jimmy sighed lightly, finishing his beer off and pulling out the colt he had in his own jacket. He rarely fired the gun, but it was always a good thing to keep on hand... Just in case. "Your desk what?" He pressed for more information, watching Conan's expression turn from piss-himself scared to Oh shit, Jimmy's got a gun!.

"Okay, let me think for a second," Seth said, throwing his hands up and turning to walk over the the musician's stage. Justin huffed and looked at the charred desk, barely anything there and water on the floor being cleaned up by set assistants. "Jimmy, I think it was caught on fire. He did say that in the text."

"Dude, look at the scorch marks. I don't think that this was just another collateral from the fire. I think it was purposely set." He looked over it, frowning slightly. "Seth, where were you when it caught?"

"I was in the audience, looking over where the lights should be. I shouldn't have been working late," he called back to them. He turned around and huffed, running his fingers through his hair. "It just... poof!"

"So it randomly caught fire? Nothing else was on fire near it..." He muttered and looked at the dust again. A slight scowl played across the 40 year old man's face as he continued assessing the issue. "Justin...?"

Justin walked to the desk, stepping around a lady cleaning up water with a towel. He looked at the desk, the marks, then to Seth now seated on the stage. "Conan, what did you see?" he asked, taking a whiff of the remnants of sulfur still lingering.

"I-I don't know what I saw," Conan replied, shaking slightly, still, from the events. "All I know is that the desk was like... The only thing that caught fire. That, and I saw some sort of shadow over by the stage doors... It wasn't attached to anything either..."

"Do you think it was demons?" Seth asked to no one in particular. Justin took in a heavy breath and nodded, poking at a bit of the desk still standing, thankful it didn't fall over. "I think so. Keep that blade with you, just in case."

Jimmy stood back up and looked towards the stage doors. "I'm going to have a look around... See if anything else is out of place. Justin, can you keep looking around here for anything else that might be off?"

"Sure thing," he said as he walked to Seth, peering about the band instruments.

Jimmy jogged out the stage doors to go searching. This gave Conan some time to speak to Justin. "That shadow thing... I heard from a few others that were nearby that it was colder the closer they were to it..." He explained.

"It's an energy thing. If it's a spirit, it's easier to explain, so here we go," he said, unsure of himself. "Spirits suck in the energy around them, energy being heat. The space around them becomes cold to the skin because of how much the spirits are trying to get to manifest or to manipulate."

He nodded and frowned. "Does that happen just to the area close to them? I was feeling off earlier, when I saw it. I was on the other side of the room."

"Depends on the way it travels in a room," Justin said, zipping his jacket back up. "Now that you mention it, it is kinda cold."

Conan nodded, rolling his sleeves back down, shivering gently. "I don't know why I stick around New York, sometimes. It's already cold enough without dealing with this bull."

Justin looked to where Jimmy had run off to, letting his mind wander. If things got bad, Jess and Dan were going to get pulled into it. "Jimmy!" he yelled, "Find anything?"

Jimmy stood looking at the hall where he assumed the demon would have went, considering what Conan had said. "Yeah! I..." He cut himself off, getting closer to the wall. "Guys, it looks like someone's been using 30 Rock as a scratching post." The brunet jogged back to the other end of the hall, deciding to check that out, as well.

"Well... If something's here, you'll be able to get it to leave, right, Jimmy?" Conan asked, walking toward the doors. He wasn't sure what the Hunters were going to do, but whatever they had planned, they had better do it.

"Justin, get in here, man! This is big!"

Justin jumped off from the set and ran down the hall, nearly sliding on his fancy dress shoes to see what Jimmy was yelling about. Conan and Seth bounded after him, wanting to know as well. 'What is it, Jimmy?" he asked.

"I know who's next." He said quietly, looking at the large gashes in the wall. "I know exactly who that sonofabitch is after." Jimmy holstered the gun and traced the wall with his fingers. "Tina."