8 Years Later
The dark hole in Jade's life came swimming back to her. It was agitated and hungry, waiting for weeks for a new kill. Jade sat back in her car, looking out of the window. She was drumming her fingers lightly against the steering wheel, waiting patiently. John Hammish walked out of the small cottage in the woods with a large garbage bag in his hand. He didn't even care to look around to be careful. They were in the woods. Was he going to expect that there was a serial killer watching his every step? Unfortunately for him, he had Jade's full attention. He walked towards his car and dropped the bag on the ground as he fished for his keys in his pockets.
"Torporis." John crumbled into Jade's arms and she dragged him off into the cottage, taking the garbage bag along with them. Jade prepared the cottage, sealing the walls and floor with plastic so not even a drop of blood would be left behind. She dragged John onto the table and locked his arms and legs.
John slowly stirred awake, looking around the plastic wrapped room. His tried to scream but his mouth was covered with heavy duty duct tape. He started shaking, looking around wildly.
"Let's keep this short. I have to write up a report when I get home and catch a few hours of sleep before I go to work tomorrow." Jade said, pushing John's table upright.
In front of John was the body of a dead little girl. John's eyes widened and he screamed as Jade walked in front of him. She was wearing what she always wore during her killings. A long sleeved black shirt with dark brown pants. She lifted a plastic shield from her face and took off her thick dragon hide gloves.
"It's a shame actually. I could have prevented another death but you decided to kill on the night I wanted to kill you." Jade said, softly brushing the little girl's hair from her face. Jade sighed and looked up to John who still held the petrified expression.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners? You probably have something to say." Jade said, ripping the duct tape off of his mouth.
"I can't help it. I had to do it. You don't understand, I had to." John cried.
Jade stared at him, her eyes piercing into his soul.
"I understand perfectly…but what I don't understand are kids. Little girls you've raped and stabbed…why them?" Jade asked, seeing John sob and look down.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know." He said.
"Sorry won't bring their lives back. No matter how much you beg and plead." Jade said, brandishing one of her knives in front of John.
Jade quickly packed up and stuffed John Hammish's body parts into a plastic bag. She gently carried the little girl to the backyard and placed her in a grave that Jade had dug up. In her years of killing people, she never touched a child. But for others to bring harm to a child, Jade wasn't the one to stand for it. She placed the last bit of dirt on the little girl's grave and tossed the shovel away. Jade apparated to Ipswich, where she dumped John Hammish's body parts into the North Sea. She went back to her home in London where she also had work a few hours later.
For the last 4 years, Jade found a job in London, working for muggle forensics. She mostly did lab work and scavenged the crime scenes. After graduating from Hogwarts, Jade got accepted into a medical school just like her father had planned for her. When it was time for her to get a job however, she applied for a job in the Ministry. To her horror, wizards and witches kept their deaths clean. A simple 'Avada Kedavra' ended another's life. No blood, no interest. Even though Ginny, Hermione, Ron and Harry worked at the Ministry, it just wasn't the same for her. Muggles didn't have wands and their deaths were almost always messy. As much as it disturbed everyone else, Jade felt exhilarated when she was called in to a brutal crime scene. The blood, the bodies and the scent of a new kill was all Jade could ever ask for.
Jade took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, taking a long hot shower. It was only three in the morning, leaving Jade six hours until she got ready for work.
The building that Jade stood in front of had only been two years old. An elongated and red bricked building, it had very sophisticated technology that Jade and the other technicians used to process their crime scenes. There were standard police cars, the grey, blue and orange ones that sat outside, ready to go unless dispatch called them in and there was a special space for the fancy blue and yellow Porches for Merlin knows what. The building was one of the newest police departments in London, the city of lots of blood and crime for Jade.
"Good morning Lovegood." The police officer at the front desk nodded to Jade who smiled and nodded back.
"How was little Jimmy's birthday?" Jade asked, seeing her smile.
"Couldn't have asked for anything better! Wished you would have made it!" she said as Jade entered the elevator.
"Crime fighting after hours…what can you do?" Jade asked.
The doors started to close but Liam ran towards it, holding a rack of four coffee cups in his hands.
"Hold the door! Hold the door!" he yelled. Jade quickly stuck her hand out, preventing the doors from closing and Liam slid through, thanking Jade profusely.
"Thank God! You know, if you didn't hold those doors for me, I would have had to wait 15 minutes for the next one to come and the coffee would have gotten cold." Liam said, wiping the coffee lids with a tissue.
Liam was an officer, just like the rest of the building with the exception of the Inspectors, sergeants and superintendents. He was a short but boyishly handsome man, just at Jade's age with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes. His lips were always pink and to his dismay, was teased and called 'Pinky', a nickname that stuck to him for good. Jade had known and worked with him for her four years of working at the police department and depressingly enough, he had stood in his position as an officer. Liam was never promoted and hated to walk around outside wearing a uniform.
"Why do you get coffee in the first place?" Jade asked. Liam looked offended at Jade's question.
"Why do I get coffee for them? Are you kidding me Jade? How else am I going to get promoted? If I don't kiss arse then who will?" Liam asked.
"Yes, look where it led them and look where it led you." Jade said. Liam rolled his eyes.
"You're a jerk; fuck you…in the nicest way possible." Liam said, seeing Jade smile.
The doors opened and Sergeant Vincent appeared in front of the doors. He was a towering and heavily muscled man with a gash like scar across his left eyebrow. Rumor had it was that, that was the eyebrow that got him promoted from his rank by saving and arresting ten drug dealers from a warehouse.
"What took you so long?" he asked, plucking a cup from Liam's hand.
"Sorry Sergeant, the coffee lady-"
"Save it Pinky." Vincent snapped. He walked into the elevators as Jade and Liam stepped out. They both walked into the main department where the officers walked in and out.
"Do you think I should ask them for a promotion?" Liam asked, before he walked towards Lieutenant Marshall and Inspector Thatcher's conversation.
"I wouldn't say now would be a good time." Jade said.
"Look who dragged the homosapiens in this morning!" a cheery voice said.
Jade turned around to Corey Johnson, a pixie like satyr in all kinds of definitions. He had cherry dark hair and light green eyes with a tiny diamond nose piercing. Corey was one of the most attractive men in the department but worked as a forensics investigator with Jade, sharing the same lab and workspace. His sense of humor was a few notches up the normal requirement for human society, hence the bright and offensive T-shirts he would wear with his lab coat.
"Nice T-shirt, where did you get it from, Hookers R Us?" Liam asked, seeing Corey's neon yellow shirt that read 'You Can Homo Erect Me Any Day'.
"I'm not the one serving coffee and getting butt fucked at the same time Pinky The Multitasker!" Corey said, thrusting his hips repeatedly.
"I'm not a part of this." Jade said walking away.
"Hey! Johnson! Cut it out, this is the police department, not a goddamn breeding pen!" the Lieutenant yelled. Corey stopped and stood up straight with a goofy grin on his face.
"Ha, ha, he said Johnson, cut it out…get it?" Corey asked Jade who looked mortified.
"No…not really." Jade said.
"Jade!" Marshall called, walking towards Jade with Inspector Thatcher.
"Lieutenant, Inspector." Jade said, seeing Marshall wink at her…whatever that meant. "I've completed the DNA reports for the Dole Rodger's case. The suspect's DNA was consistent with the blood and hair samples in the crime scene. All a match." Jade said, handing the reports to Inspector Thatcher who took it from Jade.
"Good work Lovegood." Thatcher said, not meaning a word of it.
"As always. May I see you in my office Lovegood?" Marshall asked, still smiling at Jade.
"Of course." Jade said, seeing him nod. He turned around and took his coffee from Liam as well as Thatcher and walked back into his office with Thatcher following.
"No thank you." Liam muttered, tossing the cardboard tray into the trash can.
"Word has it, there's a big case." Corey said, crossing his arms while looking at the Lieutenant's office where the blinds and door were shut.
"How big?" Liam asked, seeing Corey grin. "Oh please! Don't fucking start!" Liam jumped before Corey made a sexual innuendo out of it.
"Massive! A witness called in an hour ago about body parts that were basically packed like meat somewhere in King's Cross." Corey said.
"Body parts?" Jade asked, seeing Corey nod.
"The Prime Minister is in that office…with some other weird old guy in a dress." Corey said.
Liam's eyes widened, hearing 'Prime Minister'.
"The Prime Minister? The Prime fucking Minister? Of Britain?" Liam gasped.
Corey looked sad. "I feel sorry for you." he said.
"Why are they calling you? Why can't they call me?" Liam asked.
"Maybe they need some forensic consultation? You're pretty bright aren't you?" Corey asked.
"Fuck off." Liam said.
"Which reminds me!" Corey started.
"I better go." Jade said leaving.
She felt nervous to approach the Lieutenant's office. The prime minister was inside and they were expecting her. She never left body parts lying around in Kings Cross; they were rotting in the North Sea where Jade put them. Jade knocked on the door and Marshall opened it, letting her in.
"Ministers, may I have the pleasure of introducing you to our forensic specialist Jade Lovegood? Jade this is the Prime Minister of Britain and the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour."