Ok so this is a little au fic inspired by and named after 'how to be a heartbreaker' by Marina and the Diamonds. I honestly have no idea what kind of music modern Julia would like but I got inspired by this so I just stuck with it. I have 2maybe 3 more stories in the pipeline and hope to get them done soon. But for now, enjoy :)

Sweat and sexual desire hung in the air like a mist and seemed to coat every surface. William made his way back to the booth at the far end of the club, lost among the sea of bodies. He didn't want to be here and as far as he saw it he had two option: leave now and confirm the station's thought that he had no social life or stay and wait for George to get drunk enough for him to be able to sneak away unnoticed.

Choosing the latter, he slipped into the booth and sat down on the black leather upholstery. George had chatted up a blonde woman; pretty with a seductive voice and even more seductive smile. She was now practically sitting on his lap, one hand on his chest and her mouth was a moth's breathe away from his ear. They were too wrapped up in each other to pay any attention to him and he was grateful, he wasn't in the mood to make conversation. He took out his phone and loaded and eBook.

"Murdoch, are you reading," George exclaimed but he was barely heard over the song about someone yelling timber. William sighed and opened his mouth to explain that he wasn't enjoying himself when George cut him off, sliding to twenty dollar bills across the table. "Do us a favour and get us bottle, but none of the weak stuff."

William took the money and forced his way through the wall of people to the bar. He sat on one of the black swivel stools and waited for the barman's attention.

"You know, drowning yourself in alcohol doesn't solve your problems." The voice was playfully serious and placed particular emphasis on the "doesn't". The owner was beautiful; with lip-gloss shined lips, blonde hair slightly curled that fell to her shoulders. She wore a one shouldered sparkly silver dress and matching heels. She looked up but continued to swirl the olive in her drink and looked him straight in the eye.

"This alcohol is not for me and it's being used to celebrate a conquest."

"Ah, so you're the third wheel." It wasn't a question but a statement of fact and she nodded before looking him up and down. "Is she pretty?"

"I-I guess," he answered, feeling uncomfortable, not because of the odd question but because he suddenly felt a loss of control in the situation.

She laughed at the lost puppy look on his face before finishing the rest of her drink and offering her hand to him. "I'm Julia Ogden."

"William Murdoch." He took her hand. Her grip was firm but gentle and, even though it lasted a moment too long to be deemed appropriate, it still seemed to be over to quick. The purchase of alcohol had been forgotten, William reasoning that if George wanted it badly enough he'd eventually get it himself. They talked for a while, mostly about the people who had forced them here and then ended up ditching them. The more they discussed, he realised the girl George had picked up was in fact Julia's sister, a journalist called Ruby, who Julia was very annoyed at. She downed the last of her second drink and gracefully slid of the stool.

"Hey, let's say we get out of her and go somewhere quitter? I know this great little bar not far from here."

They collected their jackets and pushed their way through more people. When they got outside, the Toronto night had gotten chillier and Julia pulled her leather jacket tighter around her but it did little to keep out the air's icy fingers. William placed his jacket over her shoulders. She smiled at his chivalrous act and linked her arm through his to pull his warmth closer to her. Thankfully it wasn't too far and when they arrived, Julia went to the bar and William sat down at a table tucked into the corner.

She called over to him asking what he wanted and he started to say he'd pay for his own when she cut him off with the look that told him it wasn't up for discussion. He nodded and told her he would like tea; he wasn't much of a drinker, never had been, and the only time he suffered through coffee was at the station and even then he usually dumped most of it down the sink when George wasn't looking. Julia placed his mug and front of him and he took a sip and let out a sigh of content as the drink warmed his stomach.

"So, William, what do you do to be able to afford such a fancy watch?" She asked, taking a sip of coffee. She looked at him again (she seemed to be doing that A LOT) and studied his face and the way you could slightly make out his toned stomach through his shirt. God, he was handsome. The watch, in truth, wasn't that fancy. He had bought it for sixty dollars about four years ago and hadn't really paid much attention to it until now.

"I'm a homicide detective," he answered, feeling utterly enchanted under her gaze. He knew she was checking him out but he didn't mind because he had done the same, several times already. "And you?"

"Psychiatrist."

"Does your life not have enough problems, Doctor?" He teased and felt his smile grow wider when he saw her roll her eyes at his use of her title.

"Well with a family like mine, who needs enemies?" She raised her cup to her lips and blew on it before drinking. He opened his mouth to ask her what was so bad but decided against it, if she wanted to continue she would. She placed the cup back on the table and cleared her throat and he knew that that topic of conversation had been cleared away too. "But I didn't suggest we come here to bore you with my daddy issues."

"Is that a technical term?"

She rolled her eyes at him again and smiled, really smiled. In the moment something clicked. Her mouth opened slightly as his hand covered hers. They both leaned over the table and their lips were a hair's breadth away when the voice of Marina and the Diamonds interrupted them. She groaned before opening her clutch and answering her phone.

"Yeah, Ruby…..well of course I left, you ditched me for Crab-apple….Crabtree, whatever…you want me to come collect you? What about Crabtree?...His dog's sick?...Right yeah I'll be there in ten, just don't move."

"Sisterly duties?"

"Unfortunately. Look, I'm really sorry but I'm gonna have to ditch you."

"Of course but before you go ,may I have your number?" He asked standing up.

Julia smile cryptically at him and leaned in very close to his ear. The scent of her perfume washed over him. "You're a detective, right? Find me."

He stared, dazed, in her wake and sunk back down. Oh, he would definitely find her.