Thank God. Finally a day she was off before nine. This was a special occasion in and of itself, so how was she spending it?

Just outside of a small Chinese restaurant Jaxon stopped and stretched. It felt good to be out of uniform for a change really. She had made herself change before leaving, her uniform in the small tote bag over her shoulder. Yeah, this was a nice restaurant. It was fairly cheep, cozy and classy enough for her. After all she was always alone.

The hostess at the front led her to a small floor seated table for two, even though the other seat would be unused. She bowed and went to bring Jaxon’s order of tea to the small table.

With the absence of the waitress Jax looked over the menu. She knew it by heart, but it was almost ritual. Besides, she didn’t want to get her usual today. And after all, she was eating in this time, not getting carry-out.

The waitress came back and placed the tea down on the table.

“Have you decided what you would like today Miss Synclair?” The woman asked.

“Yes actually. I would like a bowl of wonton soup… And… The hunan shrimp.” She smiled.

“Of course Miss Synclair.” The waitress bowed and smiled back. She took the menu from Jaxon and made her way to place the order.

All the while Jaxon felt eyes on her. Who was it? There was someone… Not Drake, no. He wasn’t near that she could tell… But who?

Jack had just gotten off of an uusally early shift, far from his usual 9pm to 5am. He had thought that getting an earlier shift might have less of the unusual and grotesque crimes of the nightime watch. He was wrong. The only difference was the fact that he came to the job tired, and left with barely energy enough to drive his battered pickup truck to a small chinese joint he had heard about at work. He would ahve usually gone to Mel's, but a recent homicide on the premises had taken his appetite for anything prepared in that kitchen.

Stepping out of his truck, Jack sighted the captain of Mobile Forces, a close partner of the homicide department in which he worked. Jack still had on his uniform jacket, unbuttoned and without a kevlar vest beneath, but she would be sure to recognize him... "Excuse me, captain, ma'am? I know it's a pain in the ass to bother you off duty, but might you have a spare copy of the work schedule this week?"

Jaxon jumped as she heard the voice, she nearly pulled out the small handgun she carried with her at all times. "Jesus Christ Wolfe!" She sighed and her body slumped, her elbow resting on the table. "Give a woman a God damn heart attack why don't you?"

She sat silent for a few minutes. So he had been watching her... Why was she so damn jumpy these days? Calm-cool-colected Captian never lost her nerve. Only when she thought she was being stalked.

After she had recovered sufficiantly she shook her head answering his question. "Sorry Wolfe. Left it in my locker like always kid." She had met the man a fair amount of times, even worked with him on occasion when she was dealing with one of the many John or Jane Doe's they came up with in the city.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway. Thought you were on the vampire squad." She teased. Since she could remember she had always refered to the night squads and officers, vampires. They were rarely seen during the day and many were unusualy pale due to hard and long shifts.