> Since the night had had no new bodies found, and all other autopsies were finished until the varied tests on the samples were run, Jack had been leaving when one of his police friends called him about the bar fight. Generally Jack did not care much about fights, but one of the descriptions given had involved a pale, dark haired beauty who wore his mark being the instigator of the brawl. Jack rolled his eyes, knowing she would eventually sneak out, but Jack saw these first few weeks as training weeks. > > Having come home while she was asleep, Jack had stood at her door watching her sleep right before she suddenly woke up. In a blink Jack was gone from the hall and downstairs, hidden in the shadows of the kitchen that she had not bothered to look toward when she entered the room for food. Head tilting, he watched her look through the refrigerator in silence. The glow of the light spilling over him, bringing his form half into light and half still drenched in shadow.
Jack let her stare at the contents for several minutes before saying anything. "Now what am I to do with a bad pup that sneaks out of the house, and not only starts a fight, but allows witnesses to be able to describe her and her master's mark?"