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Oh, dear. Lestrade was right. ZOMBIES.

[Sean smiles and sets down the file.]

I know it's not pretty to look at but these things rarely are and I've been looking at them most of my life.

[She turns to him and abruptly changes the subject:]

"Interesting you've a grasp of French. I studied it in secondary school and sixth form. Where did you learn it?"

I was raised in Europe before coming to the states when I was a teenager. I also speak Spanish, Italian and German.

"Incredible. You've no trace of an accent---where were you born?"

[Louise leans forward, her chin perched upon one fist.]

[Sean sighs figuring giving her a little information about himself wouldn't hurt.]

Austria most of my family is there.

"Sorry; didn't mean to pry," she offered. "You say you handle 'cases' like this all the time, Capt. Renard. Which division do you report to in Portland?"

[She still wasn't entirely convinced; however, the subject was intriguing, she couldn't deny. She felt compelled to want to assist him--it would be a delicious departure from her regular caseload.]

[He smiles at her, that same disarming smile he'd used before.]

I don't report to a particular division I'm the captain at my own precinct in Portland we seem to get the strange murders, bee stings, fight clubs that sort of thing.

[DS Gardiner found herself blushing slightly upon seeing the handsome grin which lit up his otherwise dark features; she quickly shook it off.]

"And Lestrade sent for you. Does he have anyone else in the division working on this case, I wonder?"

[A pause.]

"I--I suppose what I'm asking is, would you mind a clandestine assistant?"

[Sean considers this, if her help could assist him in finding Nick and his brother's flunky faster then who is he to say no. He leans forward his expression serious.]

If you do this you are going to see things you can't explain....can you handle that?

[Without even stopping to think, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them:]

"YES....," she replied. "Yes, I can."

[He nods sure that she isn't lying.]

Alright then.....the guy we are looking for took one of my cops I'm here to get him back and Lestrade's request matched with my needs.

"What exactly was his 'request'?" she queried of him.

"And what on earth does this have to do with zombies?"

[He flips his file around and points at a bit of information.]

Look at this, this guy died two weeks ago and yet he was spotted yesterday attacking people in a sweet shop. He had green goop around his mouth that's one of the signs of this particular doctors work.

[She takes the file and looks at it for herself.]

"So, this doctor is the man who's taken your colleague? And what's with the green goop?"

[She needed clarification---this sort of thing she needed to get used to.]

He spits a drug in their faces because you see he isn't completely human. He's what's known as a wessen.

"A wessen," she repeated. "So, this man was killed and overtaken by this thing? So, not 'zombies', per se, but an actual living, breathing creature?"

"Somewhat yes," Sean says, "there is a cure for this affliction but it's complicated. Wessen are creatures who look human but aren't."

"And I have your word that you're not a wessen, Captain Renard?"

[She raised an eyebrow; slightly in mocking, slightly coy.]

[He shrugs slightly.]

It's hard to explain what a I so lets just go with human and leave it there.

[Believing that to be a joke, DS Gardiner laughed dryly and pointed to him.]

"Ha, nice one. Touché," she replied. "So, who took your colleague; the doctor or this wessen chap?"

They worked together. Lured him into a trap, zombifed his ass and took him out of the country. I lost track of him after that.

"What was DCI Lestrade brought in for?" she asked. "I know you said that bodies were disappearing from the morgue, as well, but had he, in fact, seen this man here in London?"

"I needed someone in London to track the private plane of the wessen.....and Lestrade owes me a favor so I called it in."

"Is......is this something I can do..?" she asked. "Watching for the plane, that is."

"Can you tell me if any private jets have landed in London recently, the plane is owned by Erik Renard my half brother."

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