Jack was on patrol. Another boring routine patrol..His hands were tucked inside the pockets of a red and black sport jacket he'd become fond of. It was the first thing he bought when he arrived in L.A. The jacket had history, style. Why the hell was he thinking so much about his jacket while waltzing through the bad sides of town? Who knew. He was supposed to be on the look out for a vigilante. But instead he felt restless and to be honest he had for a while now. Even after his partner's recent arrival he found himself wandering. Wondering what was next. Things had been quiet lately, too quiet.
Suddenly he found himself hating that phrase. Couldn't even think it anymore apparently... There infront of him was his answer to his next. A girl on her side as he watched from across the street and raised a brow. Was she looking to get killed? Nobody in there right mind would just be laying down where they were. Drunk or not, you stumble home. Or end up some vampire's easy one coarse meal ticket. Maybe this was the one they were looking for. Must be a newb. The way she collapsed defiantly didn't scream vigilante. So he looked for cars and jogged across the street towards her and knelt down. Curiosity killed the cat.
He recognized her instantly and the condition she was in caused him a mild internal panic. The fact that she'd been missing for months also crossed his mind. What the hell had happened? "Buffy?" Jack hesitated to touch her, or move her though he knew all about slayer strength he didn't want to risk hurting her more. "Buff? Can you hear me?" He touched her shoulder and gave her a gentle, but firm nudge. Worry in his eyes.