I found the geek in his office, his fingers flying across the keyboard at lightning speed. His brows were furrowed as he squinted at the computer screen, he'd apparently forgotten to put on his glasses.

I had to admit, Camden Jefferson was the cutest nerd I knew. His short dark blonde hair was unkempt and wavy. At the moment it appeared as though he'd pushed his fingers through it. Camden had puppy dog eyes, I was always a sucker for big chocolate-brown eyes on a guy. He had boyish good looks and he'd forgotten to shave this morning so he had a bit of stubble on his face.

"Hey there, cutie."

He looked up with a grin, "Hey yourself."

I went to stand behind him and peered curiously over his shoulder at the screen, "Ghouls?"

He shrugged, "It's for Dana."

I nodded my understanding, that was answer enough. Dana Wright was another member of the Hunters. She's a spiritualist and she deals in all things spiritual. "You got a minute?"

He swiveled around in his chair to face me, "Sure. Whatcha got?"

I handed him the file. As he flipped through it I said, "I need some info on the vics."

Camden spun around and worked his magic. Without looking back he asked, "Anything specific I should be looking for?"

I was always impressed at his multitasking. I leaned in to get a closer look and watch, "Just the basics. Who, what, where, when." I already knew the how.

Camden whistled his amazement at what he read as he squinted at the screen, "Messy stuff."

I didn't bother to comment on that. I'd see the crime scene photos for myself as soon as I got back to my office. "Where are your glasses, cutie?"

He blinked as if I'd woke him from a trance. Patting his jacket pockets, he glanced around his desk, "I'm not sure, I had them a while ago. Maybe they grew legs and ran off."

I took my own look around, then I spotted them. I bit back a grin as I retrieved the glasses from the flower-pot on the windowsill. I dangled them from my fingers and turned around, "I think I found them."

Frowning, he took the glasses from me. He glared at the flower-pot as if it had stolen his glasses, "Don't ask me how they got there because I don't know. I don't even think I've gone to that side of the room today."

I fought back another smile. Camden's habit of loosing things happened on a daily basis. He would set things down and then simply forget where he put them. How a genius with an IQ of 299 managed to forget where he placed things was beyond me

My thoughts were broken when the printer came to life and started spitting out papers. When it finished, Camden picked up the stack and, after rummaging through his desk looking for the stapler, stapled them together. He handed them to me, "Here you are, gorgeous."

A grimaced at the thickness, but took it. After tucking it into the folder I glanced speculatively at our residential genius, "You got any new equipment?"

That boyish grin flashed with glee, "As a matter of fact I do. Do you want to see it?"

"You bet," I followed Camden through a door in the corner of his office. This room used to be a conference room of sorts before Camden made it his very own mad scientist lab. Everywhere you looked there were all sorts of weapons in different states of repair and destruction. Camden wasn't like the rest of the Hunters, he didn't work on cases. Camden helped all of us with any research that we needed and he also designed the various weapons we needed to deal with the creatures we saw every night. He may not know how to use this stuff, but he sure knew how to build it.

We made our way to the workbench in the back of the room. What I saw on the table made me want to rub my hands together in anticipation. "No way! A stake gun!" I rushed forward and picked up the machine gently in my hands. I'd seen the movie VanHellsing not too long ago. When I saw Hugh Jackman shooting down vampires with his stake gun I'd immediately called Camden and asked him if it was possible. And now I had my own!

I studied the weapon carefully. It was big, but not heavy, I'd easily be able to hold it with one hand. Inside it were over a dozen silver, sharp stakes. Wooden stakes wouldn't stop the vampires today, no sir.

You see, vampires aren't undead, soulless beings that don't like crosses, Garlic, holy water, or stakes like humans used to believe. They are very much alive. One did not die after being bit by a vampire and then arise from their grave a few nights later like in an old horror flick. In order to become a vampire you either had to be born as one or you had to exchange blood with one three different times. Holy water and crosses have no effect on them, they have souls and aren't damned. They can be killed if they lost enough blood, if their heads are chopped off, or their bodies are burned. Vampires can be killed, it just isn't easy.

I set down the gun and threw my arms around Camden's neck and planted a big smacking kiss on his startled mouth. "Thank you! Thank you! I love it!"

He laughed and managed to unwind my arms from around his neck, "It was nothing really. I liked working on it. It was a challenge."

I spun away from Camden and lifted my new toy in the air. "I'm going to test this bad boy out on that murderous bastard I'm looking for. He's going to be my guinea pig!"

I planted a loud kiss on Camden's cheek as I hurried out of the room. I nearly sprinted to my office and almost smiled at the way Dana blinked at me as I whisked by her. In my office, I dug in my drawer and clipped my Beretta to my side. I was already armed with the Browning in a holster at the small of my back under my jacket and a small number of knives hidden in various places on my body, so the other gun along with the stake gun might be overkill. But, hey, a girl's gotta protect herself.

Frowning down at the surface of my desk, I thought about taking my laptop. I could use my phone as a hot spot and it might come in handy. I grabbed it.

I looked down at my hands and let out a huff of breath. My hands were full. I managed to rummage up a gym bag and put the stake gun, the computer, and the file in the bag and slung it over my shoulder. Before I walked out of the door, I spotted the pair of Nikes I kept in my office.

What the hell. I might need to run down some bad guys tonight. I'm pretty good at running in my boots, but to catch a vampire I'd need the Nikes. I grabbed them too and stuffed them into the bag with the rest of the stuff.

I left my office and started for the exit. I still had to walk home and grab my motorcycle, I can't walk to the scene of the last murder it was too far. I needed transportation.

I made another quick stop at the vending machine. This time I'd opted for a bag of MM's. They were my weakness.

To my aggravation, I was stopped at the door. With his hand grasping my arm to halt my attempt at escape, Hank Rockwell turned me towards him.

His golden eyes were curious under those dark brows, "Where you off to in such a hurry?"

Hank had a bit of a southern drawl. Something you didn't see much around New York. Before he'd come to New York, Hank had grown up in a small town somewhere in Texas, he'd never told me what town. I'd always found it funny that a werelion said "ya'll".

I brushed a stray curl out of my eyes and glared up at him. The angle I had to tip my head was nearly painful, Hank was six-seven to my five-five. The boots didn't help much.

I was usually happy to see Hank's ruggedly handsome face. We'd had a thing once, well, that's actually a lie. We still had a thing every now and then. Usually, the sight of the 5 o' clock shadow on his face made me want to back him into his office and jump his bones. But right now, I was in a hurry and I wasn't in the mood for 20 questions.

I jerked out of his grasp and continued out the door, throwing my answer over my shoulder, "Case. Leaving. Bye."

I heard his bark of laughter as I stalked down the hall.