On another job for her father, she just couldn't believe the hours she worked, at least if she had to get up at three in the morning her lovely boyfriend, Marc, was with her. Damn, though she was just tired of dead bodies turning up whereever she went, the others just had to warn strays of her own kind to stay away from the area and not stray into their territory, but she had the victims of humans unlucky enough to run into an angry werecat. Lately she had been hating this part of her job, on more than one occasion she had become nauseated when she generally wasn't, she wanted to ask the resident werecat doctor, Doc Carver, but a feeling inside of her was stopping her from doing so.
"Faythe? What are you doing? Come over here and see if you can scent anything, your nose is better than mine." That was Marc, her lovely and charming boyfriend who was asking her to sniff a dead body, not at all romantic but that wasn't really their relationship, they didn't do romantic, at all.
"Oh great, just wonderful, Good old Faythe. You just had to have a good nose. You know i'm really regretting my extra-ordinary sense of smell right now. Plus, you'll owe me breakfast." she ranted to herself, although he probably was already planning on buying her breakfast. She walked over to the now dead human and sniffed, trying to find out if she knew the scent of the werecat that had done this. She got the scent straight away, and it wasn't a werecat she had scented before which was a mystery in itself. "I don't know of a stray by that scent, do you?" she finished with a question, she thought he was in teacher mode, where he was constantly testing her to see if she had learned anything and to see if she was a good enforcer or was going to be a good enforcer.
"No, i haven't smelled that scent before. Come on Faythe, we've got a cleanup to get on with, and then we can have breakfast." he paused when she didn't answer to what he had said. " Faythe?" he called out to her.
"Sorry, day-dreaming. Yeah, so lets do cleanup and get out of here." she finally replied to him.
Half an hour later, they had finished and were tidying up their things, changing clothes and all the nessessary when Faythe got nauseous again, but this time it was worse, along with the nausea was dizziness, at which point the outside started to spin. Marc caught her before she hit the ground.
"Faythe? Faythe, whats wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion and concern for her.
"Nothings wrong. I'm ok, stop being such a worry wort, i'm fine." she told him. The worry was so evident on his face, it went away a little when she spoke to him but traces of concern were still held in his features, especially his eyes.
"People and werecats don't just faint for no reason Faythe. I'll talk to Greg about it and see what he says what to do about it, and you." She sighed, he was not about to phone her father and tell him that she had feinted, it would kill her to see all the respect she had earnt go out of the window.
"I'll be fine after some breakfast Marc. Don't worry so much, i'll tell them when we get back, but just for now can we keep this between ourselves please?" she pleaded to him, she didn't do it often and he always sided with her when she did, and now was a good a time than any to use her secret weapon.
"Ok then, lets go get some breakfast, what do you fancy today?" he asked her.
"Pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup please." slightly shocked at her response it took him a minute to form a sentance, when he looked round to her his face showed how much he was shocked and disgusted with her order. Although, Faythe herself was wondering why she had placed that order in the first place, but she just had a craving for that in particular.