My Italian Roommate.

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   *Jack's POV- Hours before Embers incident*
   
     I sat in front of the large blue colonial house, making sure this had indeed been the correct address of Florence's new therapist. Never did I think that I would ever have to do this but I also didn't expect her therapist do some digging on Florence, or her past. As soon as I had gotten the alert I came here immediately after shutting down all access to the data base. How'd she get in anyways? Tucking my files in my bag I tucked them away under my seat and got out of my car, locking it, before making my way up to the house as I skipped a couple of steps. I knocked and waited patiently before someone answered the door. I was greeted by a Frenchman with a pair of blue eyes and long brown hair, a stubble on his face. He gave me an odd look.

     "How can I help you?" The Frenchman asked.

     "Im here to speak with Morrigan Dorian, is she home today?" I asked curiously. That odd look on his face never left.

     "My wife isnt taking on any more clients at this time, her patient list is full" The man answered. I only nodded as I reached for my badge.

     "Mr. Dorian, I'm not here for a therapy session. I'm here to talk with her on a private matter, I'm a US Marshal" I said as I showed him my badge. His eyes widened a bit but he stepped aside, allowing me in. Nodding I smiled and stepped in as he shut the door and began to lead me into one of the offices towards the back. Looking around, I had admired the home as it had quite a comfy feel to it. This was better then the shit apartment I was living in. I stayed as close to Florence as I could, not wanting to be to far off in case anything happened. I begged Sabrina to put me on her case until finally she caved. As it turned out, Florence was my younger half sister, both of us having the same dad, but I had lived with my mom my entire life. It wasn't until mom had spoken up about who my father was and by the time I found him did I learn of her existence. Now? I had to figure out to tell her but how was I supposed to do that? As a precaution I had hid our connection from my bosses at work. Surely if they knew or found out they would have taken me off the case and given her to someone else, someone who didnt give two shits about keeping them safe.

     "May I ask what it is your talking about?" Mr. Dorian asked.

     "That is a private matter" I answered. He didn't seem to like that answer as he opened up the sliding double doors and led me into a large office. Behind the desk, sitting on her laptop, was a pale raven haired woman in a suit. Mr. Dorian had walked around the desk behind her, kissing her cheek, as he whispered in her ear. Instantly her eyes shot to mine as I approached the desk. The famous Morrigan Dorian, renowned psychologist and prodigy according to her peers. Most people respected her, some undermined her. "Mrs. Dorian, a pleasure to meet you"

     "You as well Agent..." Morrigan started as Mr. Dorian left the room but not before giving us curious looks and shutting the door behind him. I knew he wanted to know but he couldn't and I would have her know that as well. I smiled softly.

     "Jack, love. Jack Sparrow"

     "Well, Agent Sparrow, to what do I owe this pleasure? I've never had to deal with Marshals before" Morrigan said as she gestured for me to sit. I took a seat in one of the chairs as so leaned forwards to look at her.

      "I need you to stop digging into the past of one of your patients, Ember Bjornstad" I said plainly. While her face remained still I could see in her eyes that she had been caught.

    "I don't know what you're talking about" Morrigan stated simply as of denying it ever happened.

     "Don't play that way with me, we can see all you do. I know it was you. You need to stop digging around her"