ONE OF A KIND
My first multi-chapter Phryne x Jack story! I hope it isn't horrible and that you like it.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, I love Jack and Phryne together and I wish, so dearly, that they would do so in the show.
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Phryne hiked up the stairs of the ancient apartment building thankful that her gloves kept her bare skin from touching the disgustingly sticky railing. There was an elevator, though it was as ancient as the building and Phryne was not inclined to believe it would be able to deliver her to the third floor unharmed.
She was responding to a call that had came in around ten from a frantic Miss Delilah Brown, a young woman that Phryne had yet to have the pleasure of meeting. She used the word pleasure cautiously, having met Delilah's horrid mother on a previous occasion. Mr Butler had relayed that the woman had sounded distraught and begged for her presence as quickly as was possible. This could mean all too many things as, Phryne regretted to think, female hysteria could be brought about by even the smallest of issues. Nonetheless, here Phryne was, after a wild dash in her Hispano-Suiza, climbing up a staircase that threatened to snap under even her non-considerable weight.
Phryne heard the gunshot just as she reached the apartment she was aiming for. Hurriedly, she tried the door and found it looked. She pulled out her pistol - a necessary accessory in any woman's purse - and shot the lock, then pushed her way into the apartment with a shove of her shoulder.
She entered with her pistol raised and was promptly shot at. The felt the whoosh of the bullet as it narrowly missed her mass. She shot at the male figure that had fired at her. He was dressed in, what Phryne imagined, was a very expensive grey suit. Before she could fire again he was out the window.
Phryne let out a breath and examined herself, a bullet hole was clearly visible in her trench coat. Drat, she thought, this was one of her favorite coats.
When she raised her eyes she saw the young woman laying on the floor surrounded in a pool of blood, her eyes wide open and fixed upon Phryne. Phryne rushed to her side and began putting pressure on the wound. A bullet had hit the girl, who she presumed to be Miss Delilah Brown, squarely in the stomach.
Another tenant of the building arrived at the door and Phryne barked orders at him to call for an ambulance and the police, in particular Detective-Inspector Robinson. The tenant did exactly as the fashionably dressed, blood covered, woman told him to do.
"Who was that?" Phryne asked the girl beneath her. The blood had begun to seep through her trousers and was making her legs uncomfortably warm. She hoped to God that the girl wouldn't die, but if she did, Phryne wished to have the necessary information to avenge her. She did not appreciate being shot at.
The girl just shook her head.
What seemed like hours later, the cavalry arrived. Jack and Hugh came through the door first and Jack stopped dead when he saw Phryne on the floor, covered in blood. It seemed like time froze. Around him, a doctor entered and took over from Phryne.
"He went out the window," Phryne said, standing and brushing her clothing to no avail. "I'd put him in his thirties. About five foot seven? Not too tall. He was wearing a grey suit."
"What happened?" Jack asked.
Phryne, first the first time since he had arrived, looked up to see Jack. She brushed her hair back from her face with her blood covering fingers, smearing it over her forehead. "Oh Jack dear," she managed, "I hadn't seen you there. I might need to sit down."
Jack helped her to a seat.
"Tell me what happened Miss Fisher," he said calmly.
She related exactly what had happened, leaving out that she had fired her own gun twice herself. Hugh was sent out to try and find a man in a grey suit, though Phryne thought it would be unlikely. She didn't notice Jack's hands balling into fists as she spoke, or his jaw clamping together. When she had finished telling him the story, he let her go.
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Hugh had, as Phryne had expected, found nothing on his search of the streets. Jack and Hugh had returned to the office after doing a door-to-door and giving the apartment a thorough search. The rest of the door had going painstakingly slow and the slow movement was a perfect habitat for Jack's frustration to fester.
By the time he left the office he was full-blown angry, although somewhat unreasonably. He got in his car and pointed it towards Phryne's St. Kilda address.
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There you go, the first chapter of my first long Phryne and Jack story. I hope you enjoyed it and continue to enjoy it. Tell me if you did or didn't.
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