<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Charmed_helen_b.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">H</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ELEN</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">B</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">RIANNE</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">M</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">ITCHELL</span> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;"><br/>          it is in you to carry on      |      it is in you to lay down fears that hold      |     it is in you to find your way home          </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>did curiosity ever kill the cat?</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">   » jacqueline </span></span><br/><hr/><br/><strong><em>"DJ Adieu? Adieu is French for good bye.  What a strange stage name, but I suppose if it makes him happy, I couldn't argue."</em></strong><br/><br/>Brie grinned at the comment and nodded to confirm the other woman's thoughts.<strong>"I had the pleasure of working with him a year ago in Los Angeles. He said that when he first became a mixer and DJ, he wanted his stage name to reflect his feelings about dancing and music, namely letting go of your control and giving yourself to the music. Saying goodbye to your inhibitions. It really shows in the way he picks his songs and his beats, if you listen closely and watch him when he's up there. It's what makes him a good DJ - he connects with his music and helps the dancers, the listeners, and everyone in the club connect with the music, too."</strong><br/><br/>Jack's hands were calloused, too - from what, Brie couldn't even hazard a guess, but it meant that she was probably not a desk jockey, or at the very least kept herself in shape by going to the gym. Brie's own hands were calloused from dancing and working out. Her break dancing, which put her hands in contact with the floor most often, was just slightly more improved than abysmal, but she agreed that it was important for her to at least try other styles of dance, even if she wasn't any good. And who knew? Maybe one day she would get the hang of it.<br/><br/>When the policewoman touched her fingertips to her jaw, Brie could just make out an unusual scar that looked almost silver.<em>Must be the lighting... or the alcohol,</em>Brie told herself; she was intimately familiar with scars, scrapes, and bruises, and none she'd ever seen had that almost shiny sheen to it.<br/><br/><strong><em>"My name is ... well, it is actually Jacqueline, but no one on the force bothers with the mouthful of it, which is why I am used to introducing myself as Jack.  I sometimes feel bad for them when they hear Inspector Jack Blakesley, and they get me instead of a tall, handsome man."</em></strong>Brie couldn't help but laugh at Jack's explanation for her nickname, and the kind of reactions it elicited from those who expected a male officer rather than a woman. Even though the club was moderately noisy, she could hear the soft laughter that spilled from Jack's lips.<br/><br/>Having her own name remarked on, Brie couldn't help but return an ever-suffering, sheepish smile at her conversation partner.<strong>"Well, nobody mistakes me for a guy, that's for sure... but I use my middle name for the most part, so I usually end up confusing people who expect a Helen and get a Brie instead."</strong>It had been remarkably worse when the dancing master's call for<em>Helen</em>had elicited two piping voices from ballet class, and neither of them ever really knew who he was talking to. That was when when Brie had made the switch to her middle name, and it had stuck ever since.<br/><br/>Brie thanked Jack when she complimented her name, smiling graciously and playfully gesturing out a bow right there on the bar stool.<strong>"It's short for Brianne. When I first started going by it, people kept messing up my name and calling me Brianna. Some of the bullies, of course, thought it was funny to call me Brian."</strong>Brie made a face; she didn't think much of bullies.<br/><br/>Though she was curious about what had brought Jack to the bar tonight, Brie only smiled and gave a little shrug -<em>The reason why you're here isn't important</em>, she seemed to say - and took another sip from her glass of cider. Jack  didn't seem completely at ease in the loud, energetic environment of P3, and if she wasn't mistaking her eyes, Brie thought she could spy an e-reader cradled carefully in the other woman's lap. Still, it didn't matter why Jack was here... only that she was.<br/><br/><strong>"Anything interesting been happening in the city these past three weeks?"</strong>Brie asked curiously. If anyone would know, a detective certainly would.<strong>"You don't have to talk about work if you don't want to, of course, and I'm not asking for anything that I couldn't find out reading the paper or watching the news,"</strong>she quickly added.<strong>"I've been away from the city for the past three weeks, and I haven't had much opportunity to keep up with the local going-ons. And you can take your pick, really - politics, economy, the freaky and unusual. Just don't mention anything about actresses, movies, or music - I get enough of that when <em>I</em> work."</strong><br/><br/>Though Brie didn't know it, her question was eerily timed, especially coming after the body in the alley and the homeless man's death in the back of the cop car. Unaware of where Jack had been before she had come to P3, though, Brie's eyes reflected nothing sinister or suspicious... she was merely curious, in a painfully honest kind of way, with happenstance and synchronicity unwittingly intertwining the lives of the Halliwells and Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley.