Chapter 5

Hope everyone's still bearing with me and this story. As usual. I don't own anyone except Daisy at this stage.

The sound of the vase smashing on the stones made the policemen gaze up to see where it had fallen from, just in time to see Daisy faint.

"Quick Hobbs, Bennett, go up there and see if she's OK and not hit her head." Reid told tem.

Jackson looked up at her window and couldn't see her anymore. At least he knew she was safe…for now. He shook his head and looked back down at the blanket in front of himself.

"Since when have you ever cared about a woman Jackson, you must be going soft in your old age." He mentally scorned himself.

Shortly, Bennett came out the front of the boarding house, carrying a limp Daisy in his arms. Clad in just her night garments, her petites frame looked even more vulnerable, the chilling air playing at her long, blonde tresses.

Jackson found that he was gradually getting slightly turned on at her vulnerability and just wanted to sweep her up into his arms and take care of her.

"Reid, get those two to take this body to a cell, I can't do nothin' here with all these pryin' eyes." Jackson instructed Reid.

"We cannot use the cells as a dumping ground for bodies Jackson, you know that."

"Well what do you expect me to do with all these people speculating huh? I can't just gut her like a fish in front of them all." He hissed at Reid. "We already got one who's fainted!"

Reid sighed.

"Alright. I'm sure I can work something out. What about the girl?" He nodded towards Benet holding Daisy in his arms.

"Give her to me. I'll take her to the boarding house to rest. Susan will look after her."

He heard a tut from behind and gazed up at Bennett.

"What? You think I'm going to fuck a passed out girl?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't put it past you."

"You sick son 'o a bitch Drake!" He snarled. "LOOK! Just give her to me and deal with the body, I'll be back down later to deal with it."

"Make sure you are. We can't leave a festering body in there for too long and we need the cell no doubt."

Jackson nodded and stood up. Bennett handed Daisy over to him, glaring at him. She was as light as a feather in his arm, but strangely it felt very familiar to him, almost as though that's where she had always belonged. Her head lolled against his shoulder and he looked down at her.

He could tell she was now breathing, although it was gentle. Her soft, delicate eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks and her perfect tiny rosebud lips, puckered almost ready to kiss.

Jackson cleared his throat. "I shall see ye later then." He rushed home to the boarding house in which he stayed and thumped on the door. It instantly opened. Susan appearing immaculately dressed as always, in a shot silk blue and purple dress.

"Who is.."

Jackson barged past her and headed upstairs, much to the girls' interests.

"Whose that Sir?" A younger girl, newish to the house asked him, as she came down the stairs with a client on her arm.

"A young maiden Ruth." He told her as he rushed passed. He got to his door and opened it before placing her gently onto his unmade bed and pulling the counterpane over her.

He heard a clatter of boots on floorboards and turned around. Susan and Rose were stood there.

"Rose, you have no business being here, please reside to your room." Susan told her.

Jackson saw her pout and then look at him. "Do what Susan told you Rose."

"But.."

"Do it darlin' He gave her a small wink.

She walked off; he could tell she was in a huff. Whilst he liked the girl, she did tend to follow him around like a lovesick puppy.

Susan clicked the door to his room quietly behind herself. "And who is she?" She questioned him in a low voice, raising an eyebrow.

"We were dealin' with a crime scene, she fainted. I brought her back here to attend to.' He told her honestly.

"Well see that she's gets attended to as soon as possible and is returned home."

"Yes sweet cheeks." He patted her on the side of the face.

She quickly reached out and grabbed a hold of his wrist, 'DON'T call me 'sweet cheeks' Homer," She said through gritted teeth.

"Easy now darlin', wouldn't want that pretty face of yours put out of line." He retaliated.

"Don't threaten me Jackson. I want her gone by this evening." She let go of his hand and threw it down, before turning and walking out.

He turned back to Daisy and saw her stir, but not wake up. He settled down at his bureau and poured himself a stiff drink and lit a cigarette and looked out the window at the carriages rolling by and people going about their business.

He sunk in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk and read through an autopsy report he'd written, about a previous case. He picked up a pen and started to make notes, occasionally pausing to sip at his whiskey.

"Hmmm…" He pondered.

Suddenly he heard Daisy stir from behind himself and turned to look over his shoulder. She turned and stretched.

"Mmmm…w-where am I?" Daisy mumbled, a slight hint of panic to it.

Jackson crossed over to the bedside. "How do darlin'. You decided to faint on us earlier." He told her looking at her and a small smile gradually forming on his face.

"Did I? I-I don't remember anything. I-I."

"S'all right, I brought you back to my lodgings and took care of you. You've been asleep a fair while."

"What time is it?"

Jackson popped open his watch and looked. "It's about a quarter past 3. You must drink, you'll need it."

Chapter 5 was going to be longer, but I couldn't be bother to type out what I'd written. YES I still handwrite all my stories. :D

Enjoy!