It had been almost 15 years since anyone asked Marcone to fill out papers. He was not enjoying it at all, a fact not at all helped by the way he didn't know the girls name and every time he tried to ask her she started screaming about 'liar, liar, pants on fire.' when a nurse had finally calmed her down and asked her she couldn't remember so he was stuck trying to think of a name for her.

"Charlotte." he finally said.

"Sir?"

"We don't know her name so we'll call her Charlotte." He wrote it into the gap and finished off the rest of the paper work. "I'll send some people for her later today."

"Sir you can't just take her! She's been in a coma for years, she'll need extensive care. Even if she didn't the papers haven't even been processed yet!"

"I will send some people for her later today. One way or the other she will leave with them. I would of course prefer your complete cooperation, but it is not necessary." Every person in the room would remember that he glared at them while saying this, but that just wasn't true, they were just terrified.

Marcone made some arrangements for the girls care, but decided to make the last of them in person.

"Dresden." He really loved that look, Dresden never let on that he was afraid, but his face would twist into a classic 'why me' expression. "I have something I need you to do." He braced for the onslaught of 'I'll never work for you' that Dresden was prone to. Really a pity to, they were so similar it wouldn't take much to make him into a highly effective bodyguard.

"Doing what?" Marcone was surprised enough to blink. He turned to Hendricks.

"Go get the car, we're in the wrong place."

Dresden rolled his eyes. "Or maybe the right person is five months behind on his rent and is desperately hoping that you need him to find that hundred bucks you lost in the couch the other day." Dresden was the only person who'd ever dared to give him that kind of lip.

"No. In fact I have something to discuss with you." he again turned to Hendricks. "wait outside." the man left instantly, most of his people knew better than to argue with Marcone.

"Private matter?" Dresden actually slipped into something resembling business-like.

"You could say that. I have someone I want you to watch, and another person I want you to find."

"Someone rip you off?" Dresden seemed amused at the possibility.

"No, I could handle that. Someone did me a favor." he hated that word, hated owing people anything. "Do you remember the shroud?" Dresden rolled his eyes.

"Of course I remember, oh, the girl?"

"Yes, someone managed to wake her up. A fae woman walked in and healed her." Dresden choked.

"A fae?! That's-No-They don't-That's impossible!." Dresden probably had no idea that his sputtering had saved his life. Marcone had been a wee bit pissed that Dresden hadn't informed him that the fae could help heal the girl. Just a wee bit.

"Hardly impossible since it did happen. I want you to find the woman." He pulled out a small Ziploc with a few strands of brilliantly blonde hair inside, that he had managed to pull off Charlotte's hospital gown.

"That's, I don't think I can." Dresden shook his head. "The fae are difficult to track, what with not living in the human world and what not. Not to mention that trying to track them pisses them off and they don't get mad, they get cursy."

"I just want you to try. I'll pay triple your usual fee." Why did he want to see her again so badly? It was even throwing off his usual negotiating strategy, well, not much, but he could hear the edge of desperation in his voice. Dresden opened his mouth to protest, and Marcone held up one hand. "Even if you don't take that job I want to hire you as a bodyguard for the girl."

"Why? It's not like you don't have other bodyguards that would do as good or better a job as I would." Dresden's voice was cold and suspicious; he didn't trust Marcone for some reason.

"Any of the bodyguards I could trust not to frighten her are busy with things I can't afford to pull them off of. Understand, if you take the job, it would only be to protect her and take her places she needs to go." Dresden was conflicted, he wanted to protect the helpless, in fact, if his life had taken a different path, he and Marcone could have met as rivals. Yet he had a surprisingly rigid moral code and he knew it. That was what scared him about Marcone and he couldn't suppress the screaming heebie-jeebies at the thought of working for the guy.

"She needs protection, but more importantly she needs a teacher." Marcone knew that Dresden wouldn't let a six year old in a teenager's body just wander around with the type of people he figured worked for Marcone. "She's been in a coma since she was six, and that is the mind she currently possesses. Your duties would mostly be to take her to the playground and watch her, to help her grow up. There should be very little danger, but I prefer to be safe rather than sorry." Dresden nodded.

"If you ask me to do anything outside of those duties I can quit?"

"At your discretion."

"Fine then and I'll give finding your mystery fae a try. Now, my fee for watching the girl…"

"Your usual, plus expenses. I trust you are intelligent enough not to buy her everything she asks for, so I'll provide you with", Marcone paused, Dresden would probably wipe a credit card. "Some cash each day, and a checkbook in case of a large purchase."

"Sounds fair. I can't promise anything about the woman", there was a questioning tone to his voice.

"Bill me for your time, successful or not. I'm sure I can trust you." Marcone smiled his shark grin and stood up. "If you'll come with me I can introduce you to Charlotte now, and you can begin tomorrow at nine."

"Sounds good to me." Dresden stood as well, then gestured to Marcone. "You first." They both grinned briefly then left the room side by side.