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Oh, dear. Lestrade was right. ZOMBIES.

[Louise took the files out of Sean's hands and tucked them into her case; it would look better if she were caught with him rather than Renard.]

"Here; let's head back up to my office. I can access the flight manifestos from Heathrow, Stansted, Gatwick and Luton airports from the mainframe computer."

[Sean smiles and stands up.]

Thank you for the help you have no idea how helpful you've been,

"It's nothing; really," she said, smiling demurely back at him.

[Once they'd reached her desk, Louise quickly pulled up the flight manifestos.]

"Here---it looks as if a private plane was chartered in Bern, Switzerland and landed at the northernmost strip of Luton Airport this Monday past. Says it was chartered by an Adalind Schade. Does that name mean anything to you?"

[She moved over to allow Renard a glance at the computer screen.]

[Of course Adalind would be helping with this. Sean has to count to ten before he speaks so that he doesn't say something he'll regret later.]

Former lover....it's complicated. I knew she'd gone running to my brother after she got kicked out of Portland, but this is....well.

She chuckled dryly. "That's one hell of a way to exact revenge on a former lover, yeah? Turn his colleague into a zombie? Good Lord; I can't imagine how dreadful your breakup must've been," she commented, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Sean snorts. "Nick and Adalind hate each other, this is only one of many things she's either done or had done for her when it comes to him. She put his girlfriend into a coma last year."

"What's with the vitriol, then? He kill her mum or something?"

Sean thinks about it then shakes his head. "No someone else did that...Nick was with his partner on a case then. He stole something from her."

"What did she take from him? It must have been incredibly important for her to do this," she answered, gesturing towards the files on the table.

He nods. "It was," he replies sounding a bit cagey.

[Louise acknowledges his hesitation with a simple, slow nod.]

"Look---Captain, it sounds as though this case is far more personal to you than I knew, and I want to help you. But if I'm to assist you further, you need to tell me EVERYTHING. we can't afford to leave a stone unturned here," she told him.

[Another sigh.]

He stole her magic....Hexinbeasts tend to hate that.

"Okay...," she replied slowly, trying to comprehend. "What can we do?"

"We need to focus on getting my cop Nick back," Sean says, "he's the most important thing."

"How best can I help you out in the field?"

He smiles. "I wouldn't really want to risk a human in the field...most wessen are stronger and faster then you. A chance to really dig into these files would be nice through."

"You got it," she replied. "Can I assist in any way? There're quite a few cabinets devoted to bizarre goings-on."

"You can take half the file and I'll take half and see if we can find out where you would hide an army of zombies."

"WHAT..?" she began. "How am I supposed to know that?"

He gives her a look that says "are you a cop or not." "Look for patterns, things that don't make sense."

[She shot him an eyeroll.]

"I was JOKING," she replied with a snort.

"Here; hand me that stack over there."

He grabbed the stack and hands it over. "I've been told my sense of humor is a bit stunted."

"Really, I wouldn't have guessed," she replied with a crooked grin, taking the stack from him.

[.....Hours later.]

"God.....my brain is fried," she said, taking off her reading glasses and rubbing her eyes. "Have you made a dent?"

"A bloody small dent," Sean grumbles muttering another dirty phrase in French.

"We've only got a handful of cases involving wesen," she replied, "the only one using some sort of voodoo-like hex was this one, back in 1993."

[She pushed the open file towards Renard, but not before cracking wise.]

"I do love it when a man talks filth in a foreign language," she remarked acerbically.

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