The thing about wizards is that their good at being grumpy it comes with the territory see and Harry was no exception to the rule. Especially covered in slime. Especially when it was green, icky, snot slime... That just made it all the worse. At least this time there wasn't any damage to the car. Right? Well it was too early and fate could still be tempted to provide some so Harry kept those thoughts safely locked behind a wall. No need to bring fate into this and screw it all up. Nope none at all. So instead he simply focused on driving and not showing his irritation to Molly. He felt bad for the kid. He pushed her hard, but he didn't have a choice. She was a sensitive one. She had strong power, and they ran in really close to the seven laws. She was a powerful Neuromancer and he didn't want her falling back into her old ways. So he pushed her. Some days though, he pushed a little too hard. He wondered if tonight was one of those nights.<br/><br/>True he was tired and it'd been three nights and four days they had been working on this mess, so he had plenty of reasons to be irritable. He drove them to his place with a quick nod to acknowledge her words. He didn't feel much like talking anyways and accepted the silence. He'd barely pulled the car to a stop in the gravel lot when Molly dashed off. He knew she could handle the wards so he didn't worry about it. He simply finished parking and got out of the car. Taking care to remove as much slime as he could while getting out. Molly had been doing pretty good with the wards lately. She'd only forgotten to turn them back on once or twice in the last few months. Usually it was after a night like this. When she'd rather be showering then dealing with magical wards. Well he was going in anyways so it didn't matter that the wards along with the door were wide open.<br/><br/>He slipped inside, shut the door and reactivated the wards. He'd only just flicked his candles and the fireplace on with a quick<span style="color: #00BF80">"Flickum Bickus"</span>spell when Molly came out of his bedroom. Since the bathroom was on the other side of his bedroom door he was pretty sure she was done with the washroom and headed there himself. Dropping his staff, blasting rod and duster into the fire. It would spell like nasty mess for days, but at least the stench was better than the slime. The spells on all the items would protect them from the fire so he didn't have to worry.<br/><br/>He showered quickly and changed into clean jeans and a t-shirt. He'd have to do laundry soon. He was running out of clean clothing. He tossed his clothing in the garbage, they were so nasty he didn't even want to attempt cleaning them. The ice cold water from the lack of water heater made him shiver and he was glad when he pulled the coat out of the fireplace and put it on. Its warmth was heavenly. The slime was all backed off and it had only toasted the coat to a nice hot temperature perfect for wearing in his opinion.<br/><br/>He looked over at Molly and smiled<span style="color: #00BF80">"Ready to go kid?"</span>He asked, in a mildly less grumpy mood, looking forwards to a beer and a Philly cheese steak sandwich. Mack makes the best food and the best ale and both would make Harry extremely happy.<br/><br/>Just as fate would have it the phone rang. Harry glared at the thing in pure hatred. He grabbed the thing and growled<span style="color: #00BF80">"What?"</span>into the receiver.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Murphey was looking between the scene and the newbie. Nothing he didn't look too good, well she couldn't' blame him. If she wasn't so used to this sort of thing she'd be a little green around the gills too. She nodded absently. She'd assumed as much. So much for this being easy. She sighed<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Yah, I'm going to call Dresden in on this,"</span>she answered his question. He was probably already guessing that since she seemed to be calling him every other case these days it seemed. Oh well there was nothing to it.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Yah go see the guys from forensic and tell them to wait in the hall, Dresden will want to see the scene untouched,"</span>she would stay here while she called Dresden, having someone deliver the message to Forensic wold be helpful and it would get the rookie away from her crime scene before he contaminated it.<br/><br/>She pulled out her cell and dialed Dresden's number. When his angry voice answered she frowned at the phone.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Harry how soon can you be at the Hilton?"</span>She asked not bothering to ask him why he was in a bad mood. She was used to this over the phone with him when she called him at home. He did the whole grumpy male thing well. Tonight was one of those times.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Harry sighed at Murphey's voice on the phone. He looked over at Molly and answered Murphey, but it was clear from the tone of his voice he was not impressed.<span style="color: #00BF80">"Ten minutes why?"</span>He had a pretty good suspicion that she was at a murder scene and that he was about to be heading there soon. Well there went his plans for getting food and a good ale.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Murphey frowned at his particular grumpiness. He was being far more irritable than usual. She didn't comment on it again, but filed it away for later.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I need you to consult on this one,"</span>was all she said in response to his question before adding,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"See you in ten Harry."</span><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Harry sighed as Murphey hung up the phone and he did the same turning to Molly,<span style="color: #00BF80">"Looks like I've got a case, you want in on this one? It's a murder."</span>He asked her. He wouldn't tell her she couldn't' go she'd earned the right to make up her own mind on these ones. She was a sensitive though and he wasn't sure she would be able to handle this.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Freya looked down at Jackson as he knelt before her. She loved to see him humbled before her. She loved the power that flowed through her veins as she listened to his words. A light smile gracing her soft feminine features. Her hand reached out and lightly touched his face, tracing his jawline with her long fingers, he fingernails trailing against his flesh.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BFFF">"You've done good my pet,"</span>she said in a velvet voice, pleased he'd found a wizard childling that could serve her goal. A light smile graced her lips as she sipped her blood. She held him with her gaze and her hand delicately tracing his cheek and down to his lips. Her fingers running over the soft skin before she finally said.<span style="color: #80BFFF">"You may go, you have this evening to yourself, tomorrow evening my pet you will get me the childling wizard,"</span>she spoke softly to him her eyes bright with happiness. He'd pleased her.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Reznik Tichacek took a bite of his food watching the girl with his eyes scanning her body. He found her attractive, but it was her power that really drew him, really attracted him. He smiled at her. This was a game for him, if he could get her to become one of his followers he could begin to rebuild. He would start with her and then he would work to get others. Slowly corrupting them to the darker side of magic, and like sheep they would follow him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"It seemed good company,"</span>he said to her question a slight rise to his eyebrows,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"I am Reznik Tichacek, I just moved to Chicago, I thought you might be a chance to start a pleasant conversation, but if you'd rather dine alone I shall seek another with which to converse."</span>He said pleasantly. The thickness of his accent making his words sound exotic. He finished speaking before he ate slowly. The sandwich was good and the ale even better. Something Reznik enjoyed.