Who:Jack and Claire (ABC) What:A taunty Claire and murder case. When: Midnight, November 23rd Where: Bad side of town, where else? Warnings: possibly dark, it's a crime scene!
It was midnight when he got the call. Jack was unfazed as he slid on his navy colored L.A.P.D. wind breaker jacket and headed to the door on auto pilot. It wasn't that he didn't feel sympathy for the victim, but he was in his element. Murders of the violent verity. He got calls like this on a nightly basis and couldn't afford to have a weak stomach. The address was sent to his phone, and Jack climbed into his squad car and pulled out of the station headed toward the bad side of town. Sirens blaring till he reached his destination. Honestly it wasn't all that far from the good side. Sometimes he wondered if he really should be calling either a "good side", each had it's problems. One more mystical than the other. Jack didn't know which was worse. Sometimes the humans were, simply because they had souls. But demons and vampires didn't care how they killed or who they hurt in the process.
One look and Jack knew this was the mystical side. The victim was holding something and Jack knelt down with a white gloved hand to lift it from hers, the scientists wouldn't understand it, technically he was tampering with evidence but he was the first on the scene. He knew his job well enough to cover it up if questions were raised. A stake. The girl resembled Kennedy the more he examined her closely but not close enough to disturb more evidence. Couldn't make it to obvious. A young woman, approximately twenty years old. It was a violent murder, and it was his fault. He knew it happened because of what he said to that psycho blond. Jack clutched the stake in his hand as he stood up and looked around at eye level. Nothing. She'd no doubt fled the scene by now. Still something made him stay. It was a gut feeling as the coroners arrived and began to prepare the body.
They were talking in his ear but he didn't hear them, he just nodded. His priority should have been to get evidence, but evidence was out the window in this case. He knew who did this. The Wolfram and Hart bitch. He knew why this happened, it was his fault that made it his case. He waved off a few officers he recognized in his unit as he made his way to his car and turned back toward the scene one more time. It was only by chance that he saw it, a glitter in the distance lit up by a billboard sign. Turning off his lights and sirens not to draw attention to himself he sped toward the origin of the glitter and looked up as he came to a silent stop. There was a shadow that moved ever slightly, and Jack parked in the alley behind the store front where he drew down the ladder as quietly as he could and began to climb. Only when he reached the roof top did he unlatch the safety to his side arm and point it at the shadowy form. Blond hair barely visible in the neon light that lit the rooftop. "Don't move. You're under arrest."