Zarya looked around the Seamus' flat for only a split second before she heard someone behind her mutter, "Petrificus Totalus!"

She immediately tried to spin around, and, courtesy of the full-body-bind, she fell and hit the floor with a thump. She could just see Seamus standing above her, wand in hand.

*~*~*~*

"Trixie dear, I hate to bother you again, but exactly how long is this going to take?"

"Jacki, calm down. I can't use any magic in Muggle London and you know it."

"Ugh. I don't see why the hell not."

"Because then Muggles would see the magic-"

"No shite! But still…" Jacki was grumbling now, and toying with her wand.

"Traffic seems to be a tad bad…"
"I noticed."

Jacki looked over at the envelope she had been given earlier, and decided to open it. She pulled out a slip of paper that had a picture of a man with sandy blonde hair and pale green eyes.

"You know… I have to wonder. How is it that immediately after we finish a case we have one all ready for us? And now we have two at the same time!"

"You should ask Charlie about that…"

*~*~*~*

Seamus Finnigan paced around the room, occasionally throwing a glare at the immobile Zarya. He wondered exactly how long it would take her damned accomplices to figure out he had kidnapped her, among the other murders he had committed that is.

*~*~*~*

Joanne walked around Sirius' office rather nervously.

"Colleen, where did you say that man took Zarya?"

"For the 20th time, he said he was taking her to his flat from the bar."

"Right, right. And when was this again…?"

"About 2 hours ago." Colleen told Joanne in monotone, she had explained everything at least 10 times over.

"And Trixie and Jacki?"
"Trixie's bar-tending job is probably over by now, I'd guess she's off in her cab, and Jacki is on that other case-"

"You know, I think I'm going to resort to desperate measures." Said Joanne, casting a glance over Justin Finch-Fletchley.

She rummaged through her purse, and finally extracted a small, black object.

"What in the hell is that?"

"It's called a cell phone, I think. Supposedly, Jacki has one, and I can talk to her using it."

"Wow." Sirius looked at the phone in awe.

"You know Colleen," Joanne was punching in the number Jacki had given her eagerly, "You don't have to stay here. Go and enjoy your break!"

"Alright fine, but I can't promise I won't be dropping in on you guys…"

*~*~*~*

Brrrriiiiiinnnnnnngggg, Brrrriiiiinnnnnnnnnggg

"What the-"

"Keep driving, just the phone…"

"Hello?"

"Jacki…? Can you hear me…?"

"Yes I can, who is this? Joanne?"

"Yep! Just wanted to know where you were. We solved the Mary Sue Murders case!"

"How… ducky. I'm in the car with Miss I-can-drive-at-5-miles-an-hour-through-London."

"Oh, Trixie driving..?"

"Yeah. Oh, and do you have any idea who…"

"What?"

"Oh sorry, hang on a second," Jacki pulled the papers out of the envelope once more.

"Ok. Do you have any idea who… erm. See-muss Finny-gan is?"

"No… Should I?"

"I'm not sure. According to Charlie, he's been kidnapping women and then murdering them. He usually picks people out at bars and brings them to his house…"

"Oh really? Sound nas- Wait a minute. House? Bar? ZARYA!"

And the phone was dropped.