"Put you hands UP!" the police officer, rifle drawn and pointed at Constantine, barked his order. John sighed. Someone had obviously noticed the building's super lying dead on the blacktop, a fourth floor window blown out. In the old days someone would

have noticed and probably ignored it. But now everything was noticed and reported.

"You're making a mistake officer." John calmly raised his hands. He'd been through this routine dozens of times, knew it by heart. "Seriously, I had nothing to do with that asshole jumping to his death."

The officer said nothing, just manhandled Constantine against the hallway wall and cuffed him. John squinted through his right eye as his face was shoved against the cracking plaster.

"Why am I not surprised to see you again, John Constantine." He knew that voice. Detective Xavier stepped into the hall, right behind Constantine. "Another jumper."

"I didn't push him." Constantine managed although he wished he had. He saw them hauling Elizabeth out, cuffed as well, and down the stairs. "Leave the girl alone. Not her fault she had a crazy for a super."

Xavier eyed him for a minute then dismissed the officer, leaving himself alone with Constantine. "Care to tell me what's going on?" He looked at John then realized Constantine was flipping him off literally behind his back. "Didn't your mother teach you manners, John?"

"You have nothing to hold me on."

"Witness to a suicide. That's something."

John swore under his breath. "Look, I don't know exactly what's going on, and why that happened. And if I did, I probably wouldn't fucking tell you. But if you don't let me go, I won't find out and then there will be another homicide for you to investigate."

"Someone's after the girl?"

"I said I wasn't going to tell you either way."

Xavier shook his head and sighed. "You're just lucky Angela is on vacation. She would have been here, not me. Are you sure you won't tell me anything?" The silence grew in the air.

"Let me go and I'll tell you everything…" John let his words hang, baiting the detective. He took it, and un-cuffed John. "A thousand years from now." He shot the detective a smart assed grinned and made his way downstairs.

"Someday, John Constantine. Someday." Xavier sighed and went back to his investigation.

Elizabeth was sitting in the backseat of a cruiser, the door open, when John found her. "We need to get going."

"What was he, John? I didn't get emptiness. I got screaming… and what sounded like buzzing…"

"A demon. Come on. We need to go." He grabbed her wrist, then paused to brace him self, but nothing hit him. She had her shields up. "Apparently your worth just sky rocketed or hell has some reason to take you out."

"Will you just wait a minute and fucking explain what you're talking about?" Elizabeth shouted, her voice raised enough to draw a bit of attention. Constantine closed his eyes and thought.

"I am hungry, and tired, and really want to go home. I really wish I hadn't woken up yesterday morning. Because then I wouldn't be standing in Burbank, surrounded by a dozen cop cars, a dead demon on the street, and I wouldn't have to worry about what the hell happens to you." His voice was low, enough so only she could hear it. His expression also spoke volumes. John felt the girl touch her mind to his, seeking confirmation of his words. I'm not fucking kidding, Elizabeth. He thought the words at her.

I'm sorry. She thought back, and he felt the link close. Elizabeth turned away, eyes closed. John watched her, brow furrowed. Her hand rose and she seemed to reach out a bit.

"What are you doing?" John asked, as a Yellow Cab rolled up on the opposite side of the street. Elizabeth started off towards it, not answer. "Damn. That's a trick I need to learn." Constantine hustled after her.