I have put little bits of German in Farica's speech, so I have a list of words down at the bottom.

It had been seven months and two weeks since Danielle Spofford had been found dead in an empty warehouse and to Jareth Spofford this meant 229 days that her killer hasn't spent paying for what he did. He had been up countless nights, searching and searching for the man who killed her, even for a small sign of him. He was human, so therefore he had to slip up at some point, didn't he? Jareth knew who had murdered her, but he had nothing to convict him with let alone proof that it was in fact him that had killed her.

His thoughts took up most of his time nowadays, time he should be spending on other things, so mostly he tried to think in the morning, so that he would have more time for other things later in the day. At the moment it was six thirty four in the morning and he was sitting at the edge of his bed, fully dressed, but still just sitting there. Waiting? Thinking? Grieving? He wasn't sure what he was using his morning time for anymore, maybe it was pointless.

The sound of running feet filled his ears and made him halt in his thoughts, by the time he turned, a head of bouncing black hair was swiftly making it's way over to him. "Good morning, Dada," his four year old daughter, Farica Lotte was crawling on to the bed next to him, she was German and adopted by him when she was three, but he felt like he had had her for years upon years, he loved her like it anyways.

"Hello sweetie," he pulled her into his lap and rested his chin on the top of her head. "What sounds good for breakfast?" he asked her, as he looked at her smiling face. He didn't care how hard it was to make, he would make whatever she wanted.

She opened her mouth suddenly as if she had just had the best idea in the world. "Muesli!"

Jareth hesitated, muesli? It had to sit overnight, but she really wanted it. He had to step up sometimes. "How about the crepes we made on Sunday?" he suggested and watched her as she stopped and thought about it for a moment.

"Okay, sounds good." she said, sliding off his lap and heading out the door that lead to the small kitchen in his upper apartment.

He got up and followed her out of his bedroom and into the much colder kitchen. After fixing the temperature he walked over to the fridge and pulled open the light blue door and got out the poorly done crepes he had made two days before, he opened the bag and set three on a plate for the two of them and popped it in the microwave. When he turned around to lean on the counter as he waited, he saw her smoothing the table cloth with her little stubby hands, she was always fixing up things, sometimes he thought she might be a bit OCD.

"Why are you up so early?" he asked her, enjoying the fact that his four year old could carry on a conversation that would be too trivial for most kids her age.

She shrugged and finished smoothing her part of the table out. "Ursache I know you were," she said, with out looking up at him, planting her elbows on the table, she cupped her hands and put her head in them.

The beeping behind him told him that the food was done now, he smiled lightly and pulled the plate out of the microwave, he held it down for her to take her crepe, but he frowned a little when she took two leaving him with the one he had planned for her, with a smirk he went back over the fridge and and pulled out a shake he had made yesterday.

He poured himself a glass and set down his plate, but before he sat down he stepped into the living room and grabbed the laptop sitting on the table. He tucked it under his arm as he came back into the kitchen and then set it down on the table next to his glass and plate. "You don't mind, do you?" he sarcastically asked Farica, who just shook her head. Her face was covered in fruit from the crepe filling, in an attempt to remove it she just smeared more on.

He grabbed a rag off the counter next to him and wiped her face with one hand, turning on the laptop with his other. "I'll get you some water," he said, smiled and got up to get a glass for her.

She started humming lightly and kicking her feet back and forth as she poked at her second crepe. He put the cup in front of her and wiped her hands down with the rag. "Here you go."

"Thank you." she said cheerfully as he sat back down and turned to his computer. He pulled up a page to look for any news from the detective that worked on his sister's murder, then he looked into anything new on Jim Moriarty, the man he suspected of being the killer of his sister. He saw nothing new, which didn't make his day much better.

Farica rested her hand on his arm, the way he told her to if she had a question when he was busy, he looked down at her. "What's up?" he asked with a smile coming over his face.

"Um..." she started, her feet still swinging, "Later today, could we go to... ah... the- the," she mumbled in German, the way she did when she was trying to come up with an English word, "Bibliothek?" she tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for him to reply.

Bibliothek? Biblo. Book. Jareth thought over what word that was. "Oh, the library," she started to nod quickly. After he adopted her he started to learn German, seeing as it was the only language she knew, it was hard for them at first, cause she would get frustrated at him and he couldn't answer what she was asking. "Yeah," he replied. "We can go, what books are you looking for?" he asked her as he started to eat his breakfast.

She shrugged again. "Something fun," she said as she hopped off of her chair, her face was now covered in some more fruit.

He gave a breathy chuckle. "Go clean up your face and then we'll get you dressed," he stood and cleared his dishes and Farica's as well. She went running off to the bathroom as he put the dishes in the washer. He could hear her singing a German rhyme in the bathroom as he dried his hands and headed for the front door, picking up the mail on the ground. Two checks from recent clients, a few letters for him from government institutes and a small box for Farica from his mother, Jareth suspected that it had some sort of candy inside.

Hiding the box behind his back, he walked over to the bathroom and poked his head in, only to see her now soaking wet, but free of fruity substances. "Grandma Marie sent a gift for you," he said from the door as he watched her face light up, "But," he said, getting down to her sight level, "You have to get dressed first." he tapped her nose and walked over to her bedroom, her tailing behind him.

She jumped up on her bed and held her arms up, "Can I wear something blue?" she requested as he pulled out some clothes for her, a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, he wasn't very good with 'fashion' and 'style' and that sort of stuff, he just made sure she was warm and comfortable. He got her dressed and made sure that her hair was brushed and pulled out of her face, he knew it would be falling out in no time, but that didn't matter much in the whole span of life.

They walked into the living room, where she sat down at the coffee table and started to open the box, he watched her as he got some things ready for their library trip. She pulled out a three pack of candy bracelet and a set of colored pencils, that he could hear her ooing and ahhing over. Then she pulled out two small books that caught his eye, they were roped to each other and had a note on the top, but from what he could see it wasn't in English.

"What's that, hun?" he inquired as he finished getting his stuff in his bag and walked over to her, taking a seat on the ground next to her and slid his glasses on.

"Bilders of us," she grinned and sat on his lap as she opened one of the books, which had pictures of the two of them, ones that he recognized as taken by his mother. He was a little surprised at the amount of photos there was from the past year and a half that he had had her.

After looking at quite a few of the photos he picked up the note, which he could see was in German. "What does the note say?" he knew most of the words, but some of them were still hard for him to read, mostly in his mother's hand writing.

She set the little book to the side as she took the note from him, she frowned a little as she focused on it. "One for you-" she bit her bottom lip as she seemed to be glaring at the paper, "- and one for Dada." she gave him a smile that said 'Did I do a good job?', as she passed one of the books to him.

The book fit perfectly next to his wallet in his messenger bag. "These are excellent, let's go to the library and maybe we can pick up a thank you card for grandma on the way home," they both stood and walked to the door. He put her coat on her and threw his own over his arm. "Let's go."

A/N

Hello! Thank you so much for reading this and voting. :) If you could leave a comment with what you think about it, that would be amazing, thank you. The next chapter should be up in about a week, I hope you like it.

~ Mars

Ursache - Cause

Bilders - Pictures