<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><em>Jacqueline Meredith Blakesley</em></span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie, Paisley and Wyatt.</strong></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'To seek a witch, rumoured to be blessed not once but twice.'</em></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://tinyurl.com/867s24h)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jack's brows rose slightly as several things seemed to happen in quick succession.  Connor and Melinda departed out of her sight - and by the looks on their faces - they likely intended to share words that neither wanted to hear.  She'd been surprised that the man both understood, and replied to her words in Mandarin, but that was neither here nor there.  As her target was to convince these witches to help her - it wouldn't make terribly much sense to converse with him.  Though, it had been a lingering thought.  <br/><br/>She returned the smile Paisley shot and watched as with quick work, departed to dance with the beautiful man in their acquaintance whom had been with the other woman, Jinni.  She gave a wave, was startled by the appearance of what could only be described as a blond, handsome giant - whom was packing enough power to steal her breath.  <em>Twice blessed.</em>  It brought home rapidly just what her father's plans had been for her - and a faint shiver traced down her spine.  Jacqueline would fall on her own sword first, without a moments hesitation.  She smiled in return and ducked her head slightly in her own nod.  "Evening.  I am ... not acquainted at all with your family except by reputation.  I've heard rather a lot about you - Mr. Halliwell - and your club.  It is a lovely place."<br/><br/>It was then that she took Brie's hand, whom had seemed to do something kind for a pair of men across the room.  "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."  Her dark eyes flicked between the pretty Brie, and what she believed to be her cousin, Wyatt.  Siblings had a different feeling between them, and while she'd never ended up with any - her uncle, Sam Huang, had taught her plenty about relationships - not to mention the children of the Charmed ones.<br/><br/>Which of course made her that much more suspicious of her father's motives.  She didn't mind the callouses on Brie's hands, as she had plenty enough of her own.  "I did hear your name, Lee told me what it was before she left.  I never forget names - or faces - of anyone once I have heard them.  A handy ability in my line of work - but thankfully for the evening - I am not on duty."  <br/><br/>She flicked back her jet black waves of hair, which slid slowly down her back, and she found her hand again touching along the strange, slivering scar along her jawline.  "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."  Her laughter was soft, but loud enough to be heard over the noise of the club.<br/><br/>"Brie must be shorter for another name?  It is pretty, what ever it is."  Her black eyes danced with reserved warmth that - might - have looked familiar if any of them had any dealings with either two places: Magic School, or a certain Apothecary shop in Chinatown.  While her family was not Cantonese like the much of the rest of the San Francisco population, they had made it their home.  In truth, its likely she'd have died without her uncle's help.  She raised both of her hands in mock defence.  "I promise I am not here in any official capacity."  The smile that followed was bright and pleasant.</span>