Belle slowly opened her eyes and felt something was off, she noticed she was alone in her bedroom. ‘I remember Op-’ Her thought was cut off when she heard the bedroom door open up.

“Morning sleepy head.” Ophelia said as she noticed Belle was awake. Belle sat up and moved some of her hair out of her good eye. “Hope you're hungry after last night's events.”

Ophelia was only wearing a dark blue bathrobe and she was carrying a breakfast tray. On the tray was a smaller one having four hard boiled eggs with the shells still on and the larger plate had a full spread of scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles, sausages, pancakes, and a muffin.

“I know you like bacon a little crispy.” Ophelia said as she returned to her side of the bed. “The other plate is mine.”

“Thank you,” Belle kissed Ophelia’s cheek before picking up some bacon and took a bite out of it. “Perfect crispiness.” Belle started to eat the rest of the meal made for her.

Out of the corner of Belle’s eyes she could see Ophelia grab one of the hard boiled eggs and move it to her mouth. As Ophelia opened her mouth it looked like she slightly unhinged her jaw and swallowed the egg whole with the shell. Belle was always slightly at odds of seeing Ophelia’s ability of swallowing eggs like that and stranger is how it aroused her when she saw it.

“Tastely as always and be very satisfying.” Ophelia sighed as picked up another egg. “Another one down the hatch.” Ophelia let out a chirp before swallowing another hard boiled egg. 

When the two finished their meals Belle leaned over and nibbled on Ophelia’s ear “I’m still hungry,” She whispered before trailing down to her neck. Ophelia let out a small gasp from the nibble and let Belle undo her bathrobes. 

“Oh my~” Ophelia moaned and fell back in bed as Belle gently pushed her down and started to kiss Ophelia’s chest. Belle saw the old bullet scarring grouping on her chest and started kissing them gently. Ophelia moaned from the kissing and bite her lower lip, “B-Bell-”

Ophelia and Belle stopped in their tracks when one of their cellphones went off. Belle groaned and buried her face into Ophelia's breasts as she knew it was her cellphone. “I’m off duty…” Belle groaned into Ophelia’s chest.

“Sorry, but it looks like they need you, my winter fairy.” Ophelia petted Belle’s head and Belle groaned as the phone kept ringing. “They won’t stop no matter how much you ignore them.”

Belle sighed before she got off Ophelia to grab her cell phone and answer it, “This better be important or I’m skinning someone alive.” Belle huffed.

Chris was sitting at his desk in the bullpen and was doing paperwork as today was thankfully slow. He rubbed his temple due to a headache from a bit of hangover and let Nix have a bit of a sip from his arm. Chris looked up from paperwork and looked around to see the skeleton crew on this shift today, making it a lot quieter than normal.

Chris noticed Belle coming out of the elevator and she was grumbling up a storm with a scowl on her face. She was wearing a cyan wool sweater, black dress pants, black runners, and police winter coat. Her pistol was in a shoulder holster and her police badge was attached to her belt line hidden by her sweater. 

Her eyes scanned the room then locked on Chris and started to walk towards him. Chris kept still and his eyes on her mouth, that started to shift from scowl to playful smile. “Morning, Quinn, see you drew the short straw for today.” She said with a playful tone.

“Yes, I did but I thought you had the day off.” Chris said and rested her face on his hand. “Why are you here and not glued to Ophelia?”

“I got called in because a suit from the French Branch of Moonflowers is huffed about something.” Belle sighed as put her hands in her jacket pockets. “Just because I was there when Diamond teared apart Jack Turner a-”

“Wait, the main person that tortured Diamond and her sister when they were in the fighting pits, Jack Turner?” Chris interrupted Belle and sat up straight. “And she just tore him apart and not killed him?”

“Officer Hiver, my office,” The Chief yelled out from his office door with another man in a suit. Belle turned around and Chris knew she would be flashing her ‘Smiling but angry’ face as she walked into the office with the Chief and the suit.

The suit was wearing typical black suit with black tie and very shiny black shoes. He looked to be on the younger side, maybe similar age as Chris, and short slicked back black hair hair. Chris thought he looked too shiny for a moonflower officer and wondered if he ever fired his gun.

Chris paused before rolling to Chip’s desk and leaned in, “Hey, Chip, mind listening in for us, who don’t have super hearing.” Chris whispered and moved some paperwork to look like he was getting Chip’s thoughts on something.

“Way ahead of you,” Chip said as played with Chris’ act of pretending to offer his thoughts on something. Chris noticed every werebeast in the office doing the same thing with other human officers.

“I’m more surprised that Jack Turner survived an enraged Diamond attack,” Chris whispered and was still filling out the paperwork he had brought over with him. “I would have thought she would kill him after making him feel helpless.”

“The suit is called Jules Bernard, and it seems like the French branch was watching Jack, hoping he will lead them to more Kek operations or Kek himself.” Chip explained as he lightly tapped his desk and paused as listened in for more. “Belle is chiding Jules as it is a clear waste of time as it didn’t show any results.”

“That is true, nothing about Kek or his operations being in France.” Chris commented and Chip raised a brow. “When Diamond lost it on that drug dealer, I did a deeper research into the Kek case, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she loses it again.”

Chip nodded before freezing up and head jolted to the Chief’s office with disgust on his face. “The Mark of Asmodeus, Jack Turner had the mark.” Chip growled and Chris’ head now whipped to look at the Chief’s office. He could see the Chief's pissed off face and Belle having a bit of a smug face. “She just got Jules admitted knowing about the ritual being done and not stopping it.”

“Good job, Belle.” Chris whispered before noticing the bullpen was deafening silence and all the eyes on the Chief’s office, or more on Jules. 

The elevator door opened up once more and three other suits came off it. At first Chris thought more French suits but how they walked and how they presented themselves, American suits. They went straight into the Chief’s office and they quickly surrounded Jules.

Chip relaxed back in his seat, “American suits, they want words with him.” Chip said and twirled his pen between his fingers. “Oh…the American’s have what’s left of Jack Turner.”

“Guessing there's not much left, the bastard probably wished he was able to die. Thanks for being my ears, Chip.” Chris said before rolling back his desk. Chip nodded to Chris before watching Jules being dragged off back into the elevator. 

Belle came strutting out of the Chief's office and headed towards Chris’ desk. “It seems Solana helped the American Branch in honeypotting Jack in returning to Canada.” Belle stated and Chris leaned back in his seat once more. “She ‘promised’ a clean passport and papers.”

“But it was all a trick and made sure Diamond was there too.” Chris said and Belle confirmed with a nod. “In which Diamond tore him apart, more brutal than before because of the mark.”

“With Section 15-MOA protecting her back, it allowed her to be as brutal as she wanted.” Belle said and pulled out her phone as it dinged. “They did wish she did slap off her lower jaw b-”

Belle cut herself off when she opened her phone and turned red. “But…?” Chip asked before Belle turned on her heel and started to speed walk to the elevator. Chip and Chris looked at each other before it clicked and both said, “Ophelia.”

Chris let out a small sigh as he stood outside and put a cigarette in his mouth. It had been a long day of paperwork after paperwork and he was taking his last break of the day, being a very rare smoke break. The sun was finishing to set, and causing winter night to slowly take over the city.

“Need a light?” A familiar female voice asked and he glanced to his right to see Nix. She had pulled out a silver lighter and Chris leaned down to allow her to light it. “Long day?”

Nix was wearing her surgery greens and Chris noticed a bit of blood on the green shirt. She was wearing a headband to get her bangs out of her face and showing her cyan blue eyes. She was also wearing her winter coat over her greens and didn’t care if blood got on black coat.

“Thank you and yes, lots of paperwork.” Chris said and watched as Nix pulled out her own cigarette. She leaned up and Chris smiled as he used his lit cigarette, performing a cigarette kiss with her. “What about you?”

“Inventory paperwork too, though I just had to do a bit of cutting on a heart attack victim.” Nix sighed as relaxed and drew in some smoke into her lungs before blowing it out her lips. “It’s been a long year, and…” Her voice trailed off as thought swarmed her mind.

Chris noticed the trail off and puffed out some smoke before speaking, “A penny for your thoughts, mon Cheri.” Chris gently smiled and Nix looked at him for a second before resting her head on his shoulder. 

“The extinction of the vampire race.” Nix sighed and let out some smoke from the large sigh. Chris paused at her word before moving his hand onto her hip to hold her close. “In the start of the Georgian era the vampire race was ten percent of the world's population but now less than one percent now.”

“Then there are low birth rates and some vampire families are ‘puritans’ about their feeding class.” Chris sighs as he scratches the back of his head with his free hand. “Add on too is that most vampire victims of murder are caused by their fellow vampires nowadays.”

Nix became quiet and only the sound of cars driving by could be heard. “I’ve been thinking of changing up my hairstyle.” Nix finally said and Chris didn’t mind the blatant change in subjects. 

“Going for a long or short hairstyle?” He asked as he rubbed her side. “Hopefully something that will show those beautiful eyes of yours.”

Nix blushed from his words as she rarely got a response from her odd eye colour, “M-Maybe, I’ve been leaning more to long hairstyle.” Nix said before finishing her off her cigarette. “Something that makes me look more mature.”

“I see, trying to look like a motherly figure.” Chris said as he finished his cigarette as well. “Guess that comment Madam Lekfest go-” Chris made a small yelp from Nix’s free hand pinching his side. 

“Our smoke break is over,” Nix commented before putting the cigarette bud in the public ashtray garbage can. “Come on, Casanova.” Chris chuckles as he follows suit with throwing away his cigarette bud.

Nix started to walk back in and Chris had to catch back with her. “I love you, mon Cheri.” He whispered into her ear as he placed his hand on her hip once more as they walked back inside together. Nix smiled and leaned into him and enjoyed his warmth and tenderness.

“I love you too, Dragul meu.” Nix smiled as she leaned into him and enjoyed his warmth and tenderness. It had been a while since she felt this, until she started Chris, and she was a bit saddened when she had returned to the morgue, alone. 

Nix had just hung up her coat at her desk when her aids rolled in a new body, “Just came in from hospital, Doc.” One of them said and handed her clipboard when came over to inspect the body.

“The family wants me to cut him open to make sure he died the way the hospital said he died.” Nix sighed as she looked over the paperwork. “Alright, I’ll get some new greens and gloves on, put Mr. Wake on the table for me.”