Jade never really liked to sleep. Sometimes she would lay awake just staring at the ceiling. She was still very much a kitten in some respects: she had never been so far from home, she had never had a room without her twin.
Every time that buzzer went off, Jade wished she could go with them. It was not exactly that she was bored, she just wanted to know about the place she was living now. It's a nature-based clergy's instinct, really. The jaguar was getting antsy.
Baskerville was sneaky. Every mission, he brought her something. Something little. One time it was coffee, the next it would be fruit. She learned to like chocolate, and soda. Flowers made her sneeze, all except magnolias.
Getting her home, discreetly, was proving to be harder than Professor Bruttenholm had expected. The laws surrounding furs were very specific. Mainly it consisted of "anthropomorphic animals are just that: animals. Their intelligence is not recognized and they have no citizenship rights." As Jade began to study human history, she saw that this was a running theme. It was no excuse, but still expected. Also, her planet was considered a "danger zone" and any BPRD agents would have to have a military escort, who would not let them release her.
Getting an explanation of what they do in the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense out of Baskerville was proving to be harder than Jade ever thought. As well as why he had six big, red eyes, and what he was even doing there. She tried everything she could think of just short of blowing him for the information. She even doubted that would work. Whatever he was, he could keep a secret. And so could she.
Maneuvering where no one can see you is all a matter of confidence, and crowd prediction. If you're good, you can fool anyone. Also if you can hide your ears, tail, paws, and fur. And scent. Jade wasn't arrogant enough to think she'd gotten away with it, but no one else knew she was there. One out of two wasn't bad. She knew she shouldn't try to go out and help. That was stupid. Whatever it was they were fighting was big, and dumb, and dead, she could feel its absence in the air like decay. That decay was in the truck with her before she could blink.
With a swipe of her claws she downed it, then heard a gunshot and it dissipated into ash. Creeping out of her hiding place and to the door, Jade could see Baskerville and Hellboy, back to back, bullets flying. A barrier of shadow contained the area, making her feel claustrophobic. When Baskerville ran out of ammunition, he pulled the night itself into himself, let it leak out in tendrils slicing through every monster it came to, and when it brushed her paw, she screamed, jerking it back.
Baskerville eyed her, shouting: "What the hell are you doing here?!" Jade could not answer, her voice caught in her throat. "Get back in the truck, barricade the door," he growled. The shadow tendril pushed her back and pulled the door to. Jade went back to her spot and equipment just put itself in the way of the door, and blocked her into her hiding spot while it was at it. She pulled her knees to her chest and sat there shaking.
It was a good hour before Hellboy and Baskerville tried to open the door, and it took them thirty minutes to even do that. Try as he might, Baskerville could not pull Jade out of her hiding spot without hurting her. She stayed there for half the night, and as long as she stayed, so did he. He did not speak until she did.
"Are you ever going to move?" she asked.
"Are you?" he replied.
"Not while you're there."
"Then we have a little bit of a problem," they both fell silent again. "What in God's name did you think you were doing, Jade?" he asked angrily. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
"I was just fine! I was taught to use my powers well!"
"And if you had stepped in the wrong direction you would have been killed. I would have shot you, or worse!" Jade recoiled from his sharp gaze, like lightening striking her.
"What in the seven hells are you?" she whispered.
"None of your concern," he turned his head from her. "Especially since the answer would only frighten you," the piece of equipment holding her in her hiding spot moved of its own accord, and Jade scooted half out of it.
"Who're you to judge that?" she asked.
"I've seen it. You can't keep eye contact. You keep as far from me as you can, no matter how I try to help your adjustment—"
"Wait, you think that means I'm scared?" one ear perked up, leaving the other drooping by her cheek.
"That's the only thing it can be!" his gaze swung back to her, and she could tell he was starting to lose his patience.
"I'm a blue eyed cat! That's just natural!" both her ears shot up.
"No, it isn't!"
"You're a dog, how would you know?" Jade bolted, and in his anger, Baskerville let her go.