"She wants to use you to get to me?" Peter's voice showed his confusion. His voice was low, as Jillian had ran to get him and had clearly forgotten that his secret identity was supposed to remain a secret.

Jillian, who was not completely happy with her friend since that night on the Bugle roof, nodded. "And she doesn't want me writing about her. Do you think I should I clear out my desk now?"

"Easy Jillian," Peter put a hand on her shoulder. "Jameson will think of something. The man always does. Thanks for telling me."

Jillian nodded. She looked at Jameson through his office window. She was not looking forward to it, but she had to tell her boss that the Black Cat didn't want her writing about her, and Jillian wasn't about to mess with a crazy lady who dresses in black leather.

Jillian waited for Betty Brant to give her the okay to go inside, which she did confidently.

"This better be good, Finch. I have a scheduled--"

"Mr. Jameson, I met with the Black Cat again. She followed me and told me that she doesn't want a reporter writing about her."

Jameson stood from his chair and walked away from his desk. "You spoke with her again?"

Jillian nodded and coughed. "Yep. And she told me that, plus she'll be watching me. What would you like me to do, sir?"

Jameson lit a cigar. Jillian was tempted to ask for one. "Keep writing, of course! This crazy Cat person can't just tell you not to write about her. Freedom of Speech, Finch! Our best friend. Is that all you needed to tell me?"

Jillian nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Well, that's three minutes of my life I'll never get back. Go do something useful!"

Jillian, who got thrown out of her boss' office often, complied with his wishes. But it still urked her...she didn't want to write about the Black Cat. The woman hid in a dumpster--what else was she cabable of? When Jillian exited, she saw a crowd of people hovering by the television. She titled her head and watched. The scene was an average city block...but something wasn't quite right. Suddenly the ground shook, and the Bugle employees watched a bomb explode on live television. The reporter was thrown forwards, and suddenly the signal went blank. Jillian, quick on her feet, raced down the hall, screaming, "Peter!"

"What is it?" He asked calmly, his face asking, 'why the heck are you running?'

"Peter, a bomb just went off!"

"Where?" His tone instantly changed.

"I dunno! It was on television! I--" Jillian was left alone then, as Peter ran for the stairwell. She followed, huffing and puffing as they elevated. Jillian threw the access door open, reaching the rooftop seconds after Peter. He was already in his costume. He pushed his clothes into her hands. "Thanks, Finch," he said, and then he dove off the rooftop. Jillian watched the red blur race into the city, towards the smoke that was visible from the rooftop. Jillian dropped the clothes, reached through her purse, and lit a cigarette. The snow falling and coating her did not bother her. She watched the smoke leave her lips, and she thought about all the people that could be dead.

"No connections with the Wall Crawler, huh?"

Jillian spun around. It was the Black Cat. She was sitting on top of the access stairwell. Jillian dropped her cigarette. "What are you doing here?"

"I--"

"You...you maniac! Are you that desperate to get to Spider-Man? That desperate?!" Jillian was shouting now.

"What are--"

"Go to hell, go to hell!"

The Cat jumped down. "Easy there, reporter girl. What are you yelling about?"

"You set off that bomb...so that you could see Spider-Man. Oh, don't give me that look! I know it was you! You crazy, insane--gah!" Jillian rummaged through her purse again and got out her cell phone. She quickly dialed, and said, "Yes, get me the police!" But it was a wasted effort. The Cat was long gone.

A/N: Thank you for sticking with the story! Now, a lot of people are concerned that Jillian has started smoking. She is under a lot of stress--in the second story the Sinister Six attacked her and burned down her apartment complex, so now she is living with her parents. Her job, which was her dream since the first story, now may be taken from her. And not to mention the Black Cat, who is constantly hanging around her mind. I apologize if Jillian smoking bothers anyone, I really am. But Jillian's character is going through a heck of a lot--even in the chapters to come.