OOC: Thanks to the few actually giving reviews, I'm glad someone's enjoying this as much as I love writing it!

I must warn ye: there's drama ahead in this chapter, so romance lovers beware!

But don't fret, there's still cheeky humor and angsty goodness !

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Abberline had left promptly, certain business to attend to, business that I regarded to as 'Operation Attempted Booty Call' which no one really understood but naughty little me.

My 200 watt smile faded when it dawned on me that my deliciously hot leading man was off to see Mary Kelly…. Again.

So I invited Godley to my pity party and we plundered his liquor cabinet where I then taught him how to do shooters and spilled my guts into the wee hours of the morning……. No pun intended.

I'de come to realize that the bed was Godley's.

Nice, big, and cushy. It reflected its owner perfectly.

" ….my that's ghastly!" Godley chuckled heartily shaking the bed.

He sat at the far edge of the king sizer, me on my stomach, chin propped up and watching the ice in my empty glass tink around, transfixed.

" So anyway, yeah, he cheated on me with a woman twice my age he met at a PTA meeting we were setting up. It was all just because she got him into some bar, supposedly. But the real kicker was that the M.I.L.F-"

Godley squinted, unsure. " eh, M.I.LF?"

" Pssh, oh yeah, it means mom I'd like to fu-…well you know what? Lets forget about that bed time story!"

Hopping off the bed, the shifted weight caused Godley to unsteadily stagger to his feet and drop his Bourbon glass. " Ah, damn it all, the misses is going hang me for this."

" No biggie, I was the one who distributed the booze. Here let me help." I placed my glass on the night vanity, noting the bottle of half used perfume placed on it. Rushing over, I bent over and began to assist in picking up the thick shards of slippery glass.

" Misses?" I asked pleasantly, expecting another conversation to spark up with the ever so-hilarious chief of police.

" Godley?" I asked again and stood up to see the man staring off, frozen as if the pool of alcohol at our feet was holding him in place.

" ..sick…" He muttered and took the glass from my hands which he took with him to the next room, scrapping my inner palm I flinched but bit my lip to stay quiet and not provoke the sore subject of his wife.

My host appeared minutes later, eyes slightly red from the obvious weeping I could hear him doing in the hallway. For the most part he was a self-contained man and held his mighty demeanor once again.

" Abberline has plans. He is going to catch the bleedin' Ripper himself, with a little assistance from his godsend, you me' dear. According to you, you seen the carriage and the driver must've spotted yeh scurryin' off. He'll come for you, but not around us he won't, anything near a bobby or whistle will scare him off."

I nodded in understanding and Godley hesitantly smiled quaintly.

Then it hit me. I was bait.

" No, no, no, nofuckingway! Listen, this is all unnecessary!" I laughed, rather manically all the emotions seeping in though my tone little by little the despair of my situation showing through on my face.

Godley put out his palm and shook his head, shushing me, trying to calm the crazy girl down, but it was too late, I was on a tirade.

" The Rippers gunna kill!" I slapped away his hand, kicked remaining glass, the rest crunching under my boot.

" The whores are going be killed." One step closer.

" Mary Kelly is leaving with baby Alice." A waltz forward, one rush of curses from a startled man.

" And Abberline will die!" I growled out and glaring, a little shocked that I had expelled so much knowledge in so little time.

"Threats, Miss McKayla?" In a milliseconds time I whipped around to see Abberline, gnashing his teeth and hiding a frown behind his saucy grin.

" Nu-no." I mumbled, and before I knew it I was being held by two plump, strong hands. My arms tangled behind me.

I turned into a blithering weakling once again, shaking my head frantically and jerking to get free.

Godley began yelling loudly into my ear, divulging my charge of being in league with a murderer and shall be seen as guilty until proven innocent, one of London's pesky laws pertaining to criminals.

Abberline just observed from the doorway, gripping the molding tightly with no expression, taking in the few words I have said that seemed to make all the difference.

I didn't stop my seizure like spasms, it wasn't a struggle as just trying to release all the pent up frustration I was feeling.

I can read the headline now. CRAZY AMERICAN SIDEKICK OF JACK THE RIPPER.

Boy am I up shit creek without a paddle.

My racing thoughts were occupying my mind-set and I wasn't defending my self in the least bit.

Godley began to drag me towards the doorway where more policemen stood alongside Fred Abberline.

My mad, wild eyes locked with those of the Inspector's whose grim scowl was confusing the constable standing next to him. " Sir, this is a vital stepping stone in finding the ripper and ending this case, further giving you a promotion! If I may be so bold to ask, why so convinced by the fiend of a women Inspector?"

As usual my shriek called out over all else's low monotone voices.

" I'll tell you things the dragon can't!!" I called out behind me as I was slung down the next corridor with the chief of police, blotting Abberline out of view. I could only hope he heard me, then I went limp and allowed the men of the London police squeeze my tender arms harder until I was flung into the back of a barred carriage.

The Inspector sauntered over to the bedroom window and watched McKayla being savagely handled by the police. Something in his expression deemed unsatisfied.

"Inspector?" The Constable asked once again now behind him tapping Fred's shoulder.

" Because, Constable, in a city ridden with fiends, she's the only one in all of London who can save me ."

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