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Jeremiah slid back into place but it was not easy. The place where it would likely be easiest was at work and finding what he did, the extra workload, made him feel at least not so much out of place. It kept his mind occupied.

There was a meeting on his calendar, however, that was circled multiple times to meet with the Chief. Which was my Jeremiah was nodding politely at his secretary as he knocked once on his door and then stepped inside.

He was the perfect picture of ready to handle the world Jeremiah.

"Chief Edwards."

Jeremiah nodded his head, the door closed behind him as he went and took a seat.

If he noticed any of those things, facebooking or the mildly spiked coffee, he certainly wasn't going to act like it. (With everything that had happened in his absence? He was not surprised.)

"One of the fires," there had been a gaggle of reporters clamoring for an official statement, "has been dispersed but I somehow doubt that's what I'm here to talk about."

"No, they're only interested in the truly sensational." Stabbings were not strange but everything that was going on right now? It absolutely was. Not that he could tell them why that was the case. Clearly this was the effects of the cage breaking, of their choices the night of the red moon.

Jeremiah's surprise was carefully hidden, carefully tucked away and his face neutral as it always was. Especially when the Chief spoke and when the paperwork was slid forward.

"Admittedly I was thinking the same thing," that he did not want some desk sergeant taking over, "and you've put a lot of work into this." There was that small smile, the quiet Jeremiah charm. This was going to be a bloody trainwreck that he was walking into. Just what had the damn fetch done? Yet he could remember Ezra and his words. Coasting habit. He leaned forward and reached for a pen to start signing.

"I'm not going to let that go to waste." Jeremiah glanced up briefly from signing. "This says- effective immediately?"

"You'll have to let me know if it's good fishing when you get back," Jeremiah replied, flipping through the pages and signing where necessary. "I've been looking for a place to go."

He glanced up again. "... and I'll make some of those marinated fish fillets you enjoyed last time when you get back." His lips twitched. "Anything to make the election more palatable."

The paperwork was neatly signed, his handwriting much improved after his time with Ezra, and slid back across the desk. He had never before wanted to actually resurrect someone so that he could kill them again but he knew that if he did not do this-

He had learned nothing at all.

"That's everything." He smiled, honest to goodness smiled (it was still a small one though). "I hope the fish are biting."

With that there was not much left to say because the paperwork was signed and that made it official. It was, in a way, the final nail in the coffin that was Detective Lieutenant Jeremiah Mercer. Than man was gone and what was left was far, far stronger and more capable than he had ever been.