Switched

~Four~

"Well, that is messed up," Adrianne said. He was looking at their bloody fridge, his expression not giving much away.

"No shit," both Kasey and Ian stated.

Mark was glad that they had been the ones to say it, he was pretty sure that it would have been passive aggressive coming from him. He really tried not to check Adrianne out, but it was hard. Everything about that boy, man, whatever was distracting. And the most distracting part of that was that he had slept with Ian. Mark really wanted to get over that now, but it was just not happening.

Kasey crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. "This shit needs to stop and as you two are the experts on supernatural stuff you need to stop it. So get your supernatural CSI on and find a fucking lead."

Travis looked at her like he had never seen her before. Mark got it Kasey hardly ever lost her temper but this was their home. Their fucking kitchen, their fridge that was covered in blood now. Of course she was going to lose her shit. Mark had lost his chit too over this.

"I really hope it's not human blood," Ian threw in.

Adrianne looked at him and smiled. With his perfect pale fucking lips. Mark really needed to stop this at once. Jealously was not a good color on him and they really had bigger problems.
"It's not human blood, Ian," Adrianne said. Mark really wanted to know how he knew that – on second thought, maybe Mark didn't want to know after all. Maybe he should just leave Adrianne and his whole pretty mysterious package alone and focus on the people who really mattered to him right now: Kasey and Ian.

"I think it's goat," Travis added.

"Oh, well, what a fucking relief, I guess?" Ian said, sarcasm in every word.

"I understand that this is very stressful for you, Ian," Adrianne said and touched Ian's arm.

Mark balled his hands to fists on his sides. "So what is our plan here? Is there something you can do with this?" He asked.

Travis looked at the blood on their fridge again. "In fact yes, there is. I don't understand how such a powerful practitioner could make such a mistake, but I'll take it," he stepped closer to the fridge and then looked over his shoulder to Adrianne. "Can you hand me my bag?"

"Sure," Adrianne replied.

Mark really didn't want to know what was inside that bag. He didn't want to know a lot of things, but was resigned to having to know them. It was better to know them, so he could protect his – the fucking people he was in love with and now that also included Ian. Shit. Of course that realization hat to hit him at a time like this.
Kasey looked from him to Ian and then shrugged and that brought Mark back to the problem at hand. Yeah, Mark thought, felt pretty useless here as well.

"I'm gonna get some coffee and bagels or something, because I'm not going to touch that fucking fridge for a while," Ian said.

Mark really wanted to go with Ian, but he also knew that Kasey wanted to get out of here as well and he figure one of them should be here for this whole mess. He nudged Kasey gently in the ribs.
"You should go with him. He could use the help and the company," Mark said.

Kasey bit her lip and Mark's mind flashed back to last night. He shook it off, it wasn't the right time or place to be thinking about sex right now.

"What about you?" She asked.

"I'm staying here, with the magical professionals," Mark answered, and could hardly believe that these words were said in all seriousness. What was his fucking life? And who wanted to mess with it so hard that they killed a goat?