A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic so please don't hate- constructive criticism is welcome c: I aim for this fic to be more romantic than smut, though there is some very soft smut in here.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"Go away." I mumble quietly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"I don't care." I roll over and pulled the pillow further down over my ears.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

"Goddamnit!" I pick up the stupid silver thing on my bedside table, considering throwing it out the window, thinking better of it, and answer the phone to hear Bobby's drawling accent washing over me.

"I finished the case last night, it's all-"

"Jane, it's a Siren."

"What are you talking about?"

"There's a siren tumblin' round in Massachusetts, need you to go check it out before too many more poor beggars kill their wives and stuff."

"Massachusetts? You better be freakin' skipping that i'm in Delaware right now."

"Positively jumpin' for joy," He replied, obviously not jumping for joy.

"How many so far?"

"Seven, a lot more than usual- that's why i'm asking you, we needed someone down there quick, and I heard you'd been around there for a few weeks. How was the wraith?"

"Easy, cornered it and gave it a little taste of the family silver." I answered, a little smug.

"Well whoop-dee-doo you. Get goin' then." I go to reply, then hear the ding signalling the call has been ended. Damnit Bobby.

I gather up the remnants from last night's to-go meal and throw them in the trash, along with the notes I no longer needed about the last case. Did I have time for a shower? I looked at my watch: 8:42 am. Peak traffic. Ugh. I had time for a shower and a little bit of stupid childhood cartoons on morning tv. I pull off my grubby jeans, and flung them into my sports bag. Off with the blouse, singlet, underwear. I step under the warm, thundering spray that smells like cleaning product, and I am almost home again.

Almost.

I stay under the misty veil that shrouds me in warmth and comfort until my fingers are wrinkled and the blisters and callouses stand out against my pale palms.

I turn off the water that has begun to run cool, and let the droplets left on my body run down and collect at my feet. Sometimes, after a stressful case, I take a bath. When I let the bathwater run away, I imagine it pulls away all my negativity and hatred and anger and washes them away. Or at least erodes them part-way. We all need release somehow, a friend, a partner, a lover. But in this business, it pays to not become attached. To put distance between yourself and others is the way to stay unharmed. Or at least keep them unharmed.

I work my way into semi-clean clothes and lay on the bed for a few minutes. I check my phone, and find nothing. Thank god.

I lug my bag out of the motel room and dump it into the boot. I jump into my beautiful '83 Thunderbird and set course for Massachusetts.

The Thunderbird kicks up gravel as I pull into another sleazy motel, this time in Boston. I look through my bag and pull the first credit card I touch. Mandy Brooks. It'll do.

I walk through the doors and am greeted by the stench of sweat, chips, andSomething I can't quite put my finger on... Cinnamon? At the counter, I find an elderly woman, in her eighties i'd guess, filing through paperwork. I spot a plate on the desk and see what seem to be home-made cookies. So it was cinnamon. My mouth waters at the sight of them, and I wonder when the last time was that I had home baking. The woman looks up and I see her name badge says Lynda.

"Good evening my dear," She croons kindly, "Room for one is it?"

No, I want a room for two but I have no-one to share it with. "Yes please. Do you take credit?" My eyes flicker to the plate again, but obviously not subtly enough, because she turns and looks at the plate too.

"Yes we do, and help yourself," She smiles at me and nods towards the cookies.

I can't stop my face from breaking into a cautious smile. I hand her the card and lunge for the cookies. I grab the first one I see and take a bite. "Mmmphmm." A muffled sigh of gratitude escapes my mouth.

"You like them? They're an old family recipe," she grins.

"They taste like home," I say through a mouthful, and try to smile appreciatively without spilling crumbs everywhere.

"Lovely, we've got you in room 17, on the first floor, the stairs are just over in that corridor."

"Thanks." I finish the cookie far quicker than I ought to have, and tramp up the stairs to my room.

The room is far nicer than I expected, normal white walls and white bedsheets with blue and green pillows. A blue and green lightshade reflects colour onto the walls and creates an illusion of water. I lay back on the crisp linen and breath out all of my tension. It's a nice matress too. Not incredibly squishy, nor is it too hard or lumpy. Within mere minutes, I am asleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading guys, this is only chapter one, and i'm excited to write the rest! Please comment and tell me what you thought, I know it was risky trying to add a new character, so please tell me your thoughts c: