Author's Note: Apologies for the odd code that appeared initially, it has since been corrected.

This story takes place at the outset of S3E7. I'm unsatisfied with the notion that Phryne would ask Jack to come after her without there being more between them then meets the eye…so I've added in what I think are a few missing details. I'll weave episode details into the story, but won't re-write the entire episode, and then continue beyond E8 once we get there.

Phryne, Dot, Hugh, and Jack stood in the changing room, Jack leaning over the body.

"It looks like her foot has been punctured, perhaps spider bites."

Phryne grimaced and continued to keep her distance from the body.

"You've shown remarkable restraint Miss Fisher" proclaimed Jack.

"Happy for you to be the scout while we wait to find out what kind of wild life we're dealing with."

Suddenly a large spider scurried across the floor, causing Miss Fisher to shriek and jump upon the chair on the other side of the room. Jack looked at her and couldn't help but smirk. Hmm, interesting reaction.

"Afraid are we?"

"No, of course not, just being cautious that I don't disturb our possible murder weapon."

"Oh, of course." Jack grabbed a jar and captured the spider."Would you like to take a closer inspection of the weapon before Hugh takes it to Dr. Macmillan for identification?" Jack sarcastically inquired moving closer to her while holding out the jar.

"No, no that's quite alright I can wait until we hear from Mac." Still standing on the chair, but now glaring at Jack.

"Constable please ensure that the jar accompanies the body back to the morgue, and use extreme caution in case this spider is cause of death."

"Will do sir."

Satisfied that the spider was secured and out of her vicinity Phryne removed herself from the chair and surveyed the room for any other clues.

"There doesn't seem to be anything else out of the ordinary, does there?"

"Was she coming or going?"

"It was to be her turn on the court. She had breakfast with the others this morning, and seemed fine by all accounts. She was the understudy, if you will, to Constance. You may have heard of her."

"Of course Miss Fisher I don't live under a rock. I know she won the Sydney Cup a few weeks ago. She's quite good, but her backhand is a bit shaky when she trails in the match."

Phryne's mouth dropped only for a moment, she had no idea Jack followed the sport. She shouldn't be that surprised after all he was a huge fan of cycling, why couldn't he follow tennis too.

"Well aren't you just full of surprises." She said batting her eye lashes "Although it is a shame that you won't need to come over late into the evening for me to catch you up on all the tennis jargon then." She added mischievously.

Not missing a beat Jack replied nonchalantly "Well I'm sure there could be details about ladies tennis that you could enlighten me on." He continued out of the changing room leaving Phryne with another agape mouth.

Well isn't he feeling playful today she thought grabbing her hat and quickly chasing after him.