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Chapter Ten

Harry sat there looking stunned the moment Hermione finished telling the story as to what happened at her flat. It was either that or the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of the rather large knife Wade was using to pick at his nails—she didn't know and at that point she wasn't going to make a guess.

"So what are you doing now?"

The robe clad mercenary started to say, "I would be having my dick…"

"Wade!" Hermione yanked her robe even further shut at her neck as she snapped, even as Harry tried not to laugh. Looking over to her longtime friend, she said, "We're looking into the lives of the people that have died." Worrying her lower lip she said, "I haven't received any new lists of the dead since we returned to London. That must mean something. Though what, I don't know."

"Do you need any help with the investigation?"

"All of the people so far are muggles," she murmured. "So I don't know if you could assist even if we did need the help."

He nodded to this, as he got up. "Call me if you need anything."

"Will do," she said, as she walked him to the door. "Take care, tell Gin that I'll call her when I can and hug the kids for me."

Soon enough she got him out the door. Locking the door behind him, she went over to Wade jumping up and wrapped her legs around his hips. Kissing each other hungrily, he threw the knife into the nearest wall and carried her straight over to the bed.

Once to the bed they were yanking the robes off. No sooner were the robes out of the way, Wade was pressing into her slowly. Neither one of them seemed to be able to look away from each other's eyes, as they kept their agonizingly slow pace. No words were exchanged, nor were any needed between them in that moment. And when the climax came, they both knew that they were in rather deep emotional shit—as they were feeling more for the other than either of them ever anticipated.

Lying together wrapped in each other's arms, Wade breathed, "Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I-I think I might…you know…feel something more than lust for you," he murmured.

"Good," she replied. "I think I might feel something more than lust for you too."

Cupping her face, he asked, "Do you think you can go for another round?"

Smiling, she spun them both around so that he was now on the bottom. "I thought you'd never ask."

Laughing up at her Wade reassessed what he was feeling. No, he didn't think he might feel something more for this woman. He damn well knew it.

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Bright and early at noon the next day, Hermione was checking on the status of the searches. This would have been so much easier if Wade wasn't insisting on cooking. That in itself wasn't the issue. The fact that he was making enough pancakes for a small army was. And he was putting them just about everywhere, including right next to her where she was trying to work.

"Come on, Sweet Cheeks! Eat!" he tried to cajole her.

Setting aside her laptop, she told him, "Even if I do eat, I still wouldn't be able to eat all of the pancakes you've made and are still making."

"I know," he sighed. "I just think seventeen dozen is a nice round number."

"Two hundred-four pancakes, though an even number, is still far more pancakes than we need," she pointed out to him before taking a bite of her food. "Hmm, they're lovely. Thank you."

"You're very welcome!" he chirped. "So what have you come up with so far?"

"So far? Next to nothing," she admitted. "All of our victims were born all around the UK. And although many of them were born during the same time period, they weren't related to each other. A few were born in the same hospitals, but again they weren't connected even by way of physicians."

"How about schools?" he asked.

Her head shot up. "Schools?"

"You know primary schools, high schools, or whatever you guys call them here," he said, casually as he finished with another batch of pancakes.

She took another bite of pancakes before getting back onto her laptop. Swallowing her bite she said, "If I can find out the schools that one of the individuals of the larger approximate age range attended, I can then do a cross check the others in that same group against it. We might find that a few went to the same schools, which will give us a start."

Hermione quickly separated the group by age and found out that the majority of the people that had been killed were approximately the same age. She had noticed this before, but it hadn't hit her as it did now. Out of all the people that the rogue reaper had killed, 60% were the same age and another 20% were within a year of that group. The other 20% were either old enough to be the parents of the larger group or young enough to be their children. So focusing on the larger group would be a good idea.

"Open your mouth," Wade told her. "You need to eat, Sweet Cheeks."

Setting the computer aside to find out the schools one of the victims had gone to, she took the bite from the fork he was offering to her. Chewing it, she let out a hum of delight. "You make the best pancakes, Wade. Even so, I can't eat all of them myself!"

"I would say that we could work them off, but they would get cold," he muttered.

"Should I invite people over?" she asked him. "We have more than enough food." She clapped her hands. "I know what to do. Since we don't want them to know where we are, we can take the food over to the Burrow. And then have everyone go over there to meet up with us!"

"Good idea!" he replied. "You pack up everything and I'll get all geared up."

"No killing the annoying Weasleys, Wade."

He pouted. "Why not?"

"If I can't do it, you can't," she replied, as she was magically shrinking the pancakes that had a warming charm on them and put them away in her purse.

He kissed her cheek. "Okeydokey, Sweet Cheeks."

TBC…

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