<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 Bleeding On a Couch, Good Times - <strong> Halliwell Manor.</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;">The manor, Jacqueline noticed, was one of those houses that held that perfect picket fence quality.  Her dark brows furrowed as Melinda placed her on a couch that would have been in circumstances other than this - comfortable.  The irony was not lost on the Inspector, she coughed held her hands over her abdomen, and shivered.  Anyone that had or did get a good look at the wound would have noticed that while she was bleeding, the ice that had come in contact with her flesh was slowly freezing it, crackling.  She had no idea if the rest of them had a clue of what she was - but at the very least, frost was sheer agony for a Firestarter.  Her dark eyes, almost black in colour shifted around the room at the slowly gathering ... well, crowd was what she'd have called it.  <br/><br/><strong>"I would say that we were all well met, but I don't think this is the best of circumstances."</strong>  A thin smirk curled her lips as Jacqueline inclined her head at Melinda, watching her intently for several moments.  <strong>"You've gone through a bit of trouble to save my life - thus far, it seems.  But surely you know he'll just keep chasing me?"</strong>  She coughed and grinned, holding back a laugh.  <br/><br/><strong>"Bounty hunters are a pain in the ass, if you ask me."</strong>  Her lips pursed as she paused, Jack looked at the harder faced, dark haired man.  Wyatt's brother was different, almost ... ruthless, in a way even by appearance.  Her head was swimming with pain, but she didn't intend for that to affect her mental processes.  She'd never live that one down among the officers if she'd done something like ... faint.  <strong>"You must be Christopher; essentially as powerful as your brother but easily twice as clever, if rumour is correct."</strong>  <br/><br/>Jacqueline then looked at Leo.  <strong>"You hardly need any sort of introduction.  Leo - paragon ... and a list of other things that most people could only dream about."</strong>  Her eyes twinkled slightly even as they were shadowed with pain as she waved a hand.  There was a shimmer of light that flashed around Melinda, like the one that had given her the shield during the fight.  <strong>"... Chinese magic.  They never see it coming.  I'm Inspector ... Jack Blakesley ... or Jacqueline if ...you'd prefer."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes fluttered closed, but she remained alert.  She wanted to warn them about trying to heal her, but couldn't get out the words.  She remembered something about it being impossible for a person with partial demonic blood - even though hers had been sealed as tightly away as her uncle could manage - to be healed by one of their kind, but that was hardly the kind of thing one introduced at first meeting ... or so she thought.</span></span>