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That comment had both touched and shocked her but she wasn't letting either on, "God, Jack, stop messing, OK, really not in the mood."
"Hey!" he said shrugging again and smirking, "If I'm you know 'death' then should you really be using me and God in the same sentence?"
She glared at him, "Is EVERYTHING a joke to you?"
He bit his lip, pretending to think, "No," he smirked, "You're not."
"OK stop with the freakiness and stuff," she said, starting to walk away and shouting over her shoulder, "I have a murderer to find and a death to prevent."
Once again, Jack ran after her. Three times in what 10 minutes? Maybe he was trying to beat some kind of record, "I told you I'm helping."
"Fine," Tru said, pissed off at him for acting like he was and her for liking it, "but get in the way and I'll make sure you're body is the one lying dead at the end of this."
Jack stood with his hands back, "OK woah! I really do want to help, I'm going to go check something out, I think I might know something," he said, disappearing before Tru could say anything else.
Jack walked into Richard, "So was it you or fate?"
Richard remained calm, "Thought we were one in the same?" he said, in a way avoiding the question.
Jack raised an eyebrow, "We're not fate. We are or at least were its representatives or something but I'm not so sure that's the gig anymore."
Richard looked at him, "You agreed that she should never have saved him the first time," he said, referring to Jensen.
"I didn't say we had to kill anyone!" Jack said, beyond annoyed now.
"Well actually that had nothing to do with me," Richard said, going to sit in the seat behind his desk then looking up at Jack.
"Then what happened?" Jack asked, so he could help Tru out, "So I can, you know, make it happen again."
Richard laughed, "I think we both know that that's not happening however I'll tell you what you need to know because – well to be honest I want to see how it all turns out, if you know, you're still alive."
Jack glared at him, "No one is going to die today, sorry to disappoint. Tell me what I need to know, whether it's for your own kicks or not doesn't really matter to me.
Richard sighed, as if it was some major struggle in him, "You're little friend Carrie wanted to help out."
Jack raised an eyebrow, he knew she wasn't some little angel but he never thought she'd be able to kill anyone.
Richard nodded, knowing what Jack was thinking.
Jack looked at him and wondered whether he was lying or telling the truth, "If you're lying I swear I will – "
Richard laughed, "Sorry you'll do uh, what?" he said clearing his throat, as if he was secretly in hysterics but trying not to show it.
Jack looked at him and then stormed out, "You just better hope you're not," he said, knowing that Richard would be watching his retreating back.