<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> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=126812.msg5594070#msg5594070)</span> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>Homicide Inspector Out Of Her Element - <strong> P3, Tagging Brie, Melinda, 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_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jacqueline smiled at Melinda, dipping her head slightly in acknowledgement of the other woman.  "That's perfectly fine, and thank you.  I could see as plainly as anyone that you had your hands full there.  I'm no singer really, but I like music just as much as the next person, I suppose."  While Jack herself seldom made time to make lasting relationships of the intimate type just in part due to lack of time, and someone literally always needing help with a new case around the corner - it didn't mean she didn't understand the stress and general frustration that went along with the pleasant parts.<br/><br/>Jack smiled back at Wyatt, whom seemed to have lost himself in staring at the pretty brunette that had run off to the restroom.  Hiding a smirk behind her fingers, she gave a shrug, replying to his question that seemed to have been asked to the air, though it was difficult to tell.  "The casualties of crowded bars, I assume.  Not that I would know, but I'm sure she'll be back.  Ladies ritual of the 'restroom', you know."  Laughing softly, she turned back to Brie just in time to hear her reply.<br/><br/>"I do understand ... channelling emotions resulting of past events into something positive, even if the feelings are not.  I think I throw everything into my work and ... I lost someone I loved to something very ... evil as a girl."  Jack paused and swept a hand through her hair.  Lowering her voice, she spoke softly near Brie's ear, but far away enough that Melinda could also hear if she decided to listen.  "I do believe in the supernatural ... and more than most might.  I do not really have much of a choice in that regard, as it is difficult not to believe ... in oneself."  Her smile was polite, but a world of emotion lay in her dark eyes.  <br/><br/>"If it hadn't been for my uncle - Sam Huang - there is a very good chance that I would certainly not be living currently.  Have you older relatives that seem as though they know your thoughts before you even speak them?"  As the drink ordered by Brie was set before her, Jack took a sip, and nodded a thank you.  P3 had good quality alcohol, that was for sure, and on this night she really appreciated it.  "There is more that I would say, but this is probably not the place to do so.   Some of the things I've seen ... cannot be explained by anything save magic, and keeping my Captain in the dark has been a ... trial to say the least of it."<br/><br/>She toyed with the glass of gin and tonic, tracing her finger around the rim of the glass.  "The last eight years have been the most quiet in my life - supernatural oriented crime aside," she said dryly.  Demonic bounty hunters had come around initially less often, but she expected that would change soon enough once any of them realised she wasn't ageing human slow.  So much frustration, and all of it came back to her father's careful schemes.  He'd never ended up on the Charmed Ones' hit list - as he'd been a very smart demon that had given them tips that couldn't be connected back to him in the underworld. <br/><br/>Studying Brie, Jack pursed her lips thoughtfully.  "If you want to know more, I'm willing to talk.  You need only name a place and time - and I'll be there."  An ally certainly wouldn't be a bad thing, she knew - and her uncle had never given a reason why the children of the Charmed Ones couldn't be trusted.  Briefly, she wondered what her uncle was up to.  Taking up the electronic tablet in her hands, she scrolled through the notes she'd had on her case to a symbol that looked like the greek omega, and showed it to Brie.  "You need not say where at this point as I've no desire to interrupt if you want to go and dance - but does this mean anything to you?  In a more private setting ... would it be something you could perhaps, explain in more detail?"</span></span>