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My biggest chapter yet. The finale... kind of. There's an epilogue. But this is the culmination of everything!\nAs is my style, this is the longest one yet, at 24k, so it's in 5 parts for ease of reading.\n\nTag and Rachel have stopped beating around the bush and are finally together, though still not so open about it. Not that their secret will last very long. Tag gets a call from his old friend the police captain about some strange incident involving a zombie? At first, it seems like it might just be nothing, but he does still go to check things out. And there might be something to it. But he has more pressing concerns back at HQ...\n\n[b]Chapters[/b]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2919475]Case 1 - The Wolf[/url]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2937556]Case 2 - Noxumbra[/url]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2953837]Case 3 - Hydromancer[/url]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2964544]Case 4 - The Favor[/url]\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3084693]Case 5 - Ancient Stalker[/url]\n[b]Case 6 - Hoard Master[/b]\n - Part 1 <~ You are here\n - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3246343]Part 2[/url]\n - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3246345]Part 3[/url]\n - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3246347]Part 4[/url]\n - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3246348]Part 5[/url]\nEpilogue\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\n[fa]booleangemini352[/fa] | Sedyna | [iconname]typhoonthesuicune[/iconname] | [fa]Kaden22[/fa] | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "AND HERE IT IS! My biggest chapter yet. The finale... kind of. There's an epilogue. But this is the culmination of everything!
As is my style, this is the longest one yet, at 24k, so it's in 5 parts for ease of reading.

Tag and Rachel have stopped beating around the bush and are finally together, though still not so open about it. Not that their secret will last very long. Tag gets a call from his old friend the police captain about some strange incident involving a zombie? At first, it seems like it might just be nothing, but he does still go to check things out. And there might be something to it. But he has more pressing concerns back at HQ...

Chapters
Case 1 - The Wolf
Case 2 - Noxumbra
Case 3 - Hydromancer
Case 4 - The Favor
Case 5 - Ancient Stalker
Case 6 - Hoard Master
 - Part 1 <~ You are here
 - Part 2
 - Part 3
 - Part 4
 - Part 5
Epilogue

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If you would like early access to my stories, polls, monthly commission raffles, weekly previews and updates, behind the scenes talks, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b][u]Noxumbra Files[/u][/b][/center]\n[center][b]Case 6: Hoard Master[/b][/center]\n[center][u]Part 1[/u][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nThe mouse bounced up and down on the bed, panting and gasping between her moans. Her small, grey-furred breasts bounced as much as she did, her short hair flying all about with her movements. She leaned down, green eyes gazing at the man under her. He was moaning and grunting as much as her, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her own. His hands held her hips, her bare thighs clasped against his. She felt him pulsing and throbbing within her every time he plunged deep into her wanting tunnel, squeezing around him in kind.\n\nRachel felt yet another orgasm building, the third one of the evening. She squeezed harder around him, bouncing her hips that much harder upon his. He must have been close, too. He had managed to hold back for so long. She wanted to feel him falling over that edge. \"Cum in me!\" Half command, half plea. \"Let me feel it!\" She moaned again.\n\nTag moaned with her, gripping her hips tighter. \"Y-you sure?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I'm... I'm safe! Please!\" She gasped as his cock twitched inside of her. \"Do it!\" Not one to turn down such a request, he started to really thrust upwards at her, plunging as deep as he could. She let out a soft little squeak, her moans growing higher. He clenched his jaw, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a groan of pleasure, he slammed himself up into her, finally releasing into her. The feeling of his hot seed pouring into her sent her over the edge with him, clenching hard. He thrust up with every heavy shot, feeling her milking him for all he had to give. He watched her shivering and shake above him as pleasure coursed through her, feeling not just her inner walls clamping, but her thighs against him doing the same.\n\nShe fell forward atop him, breasts pressed to his chest, her head against his shoulder, moaning right next to his ear. He slid his arms up to wrap about her middle, still thrusting a little as his cock gave a few final shots into her clenching pussy. Her arms slowly moved to hold his shoulders, the two panting together. When he heard her start to giggle, he glanced a little at her with a big smirk. \"What's so funny?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"N-nothing... I was... just thinking that for someone who says you're so out of practice, you're.... really fucking good at... fucking.\" She let out another giddy little giggle, still feeling the euphoria from the multiple orgasms.\n\nHe smirked. \"Well. I've watched enough people doing it in visions at this point. Guess I've gotten experience by osmosis.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but let out a chuckle. \"Wow. Telling me about all the times you watched other people doing it. How romantic.\" She still smiled at him, fully knowing what she was getting into with this. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. The moment his lips touched her, his head was filled with the same sense of euphoria she was, getting a flash of her pleasure moments before. He grunted slightly, reaching his hand out. Her hand touched his at the same time. A moment later, a little ball of light rose next to the bed, a spark of electricity crackling around it. It fizzled out of existence just as quickly as it appeared.\n\nHe had figured out that casting magic temporarily turned off his visions, and being around other magic dimmed it slightly. They had been dual-casting little spells like this the whole night, allowing him to touch her without fear of being lost in a vision. Which was good, as he was not sure he could handle a vision of literally being fucked by himself. It had been her idea, to cast a little spark and test it. Of course, her idea of testing it was kissing him full on the lips, which caught him more than a little by surprise at the time. One thing led to another, and two hours later, they were here, in his room at the back of his office.\n\nShe kept her hand in his, fingers lacing together. Her face nuzzled against his neck. \"Think if I stay like this long enough, you'll end up getting used to my touch?\"\n\nHe shrugged, his free arm still holding her around the middle. \"I don't know.\" He leaned over to kiss her cheek gently. \"I'm willing to find out, though.\" She giggled again. It did seem to get easier with prolonged exposure. Maybe, given enough time, he could hold her without worrying about anything else but the pretty woman in his arms. It would be... nice.\n\nThe two remained close for a while, drifting to a peaceful sleep. Tag had dreams, as he always did, but for the first time in a long time, they were... pleasant ones. Dreams of the mouse laying beside him in the waking world. Though there was still a looming presence. Something dark and familiar. Ginny, but not Ginny. But he didn't feel scared by it, only a little saddened that it was farther away. He wished he could find a way to make both women happy, but even in his dreams, that was impossible. He had to choose, and he had chosen Rachel. And it made him... happy. Actually happy.\n\nHe was roused from his dreaming by being shaken. \"Hey!\" Rachel called out, though her voice was little more than an insistent whisper. \"Wake up!\"\n\nHe groaned. \"What?\"\n\nRachel looked at the door. \"Christa just came into the office!\"\n\nNow he was awake! \"Ah crap.\" He quickly pulled himself out of bed and looked around. He looked around quickly for some kind of clothing to put on. \"I'll see about... I dunno, distracting her.\"\n\nThe mouse, wrapped in nothing but his bedsheet, just tilted her head. \"And I'll do what? Sneak out the window? I don't think she's going to ground you for having a girl in your room. We're not teenagers.\"\n\nHe picked up his pants, not bothering with the underwear for now. \"Yeah, but I still don't want to hear about it!\"\n\nAs if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door. \"When you two are done, I've stared some fresh coffee. There's also breakfast burritos from that place around the corner.\" Christa did nothing to hide the amusement from her voice.\n\nHe just screwed his face up a little, then just let out a heavy sigh. \"I hate how perceptive that woman is sometimes. I really do.\"\n\nRachel just giggled, letting the blanket slip away before pushing herself out of his bed. She leaned up to give his cheek a quick kiss. \"It's fine. I'd like to take a quick shower first anyway, if that's okay.\"\n\nHe grunted. \"Yeah. I should do the same. You go ahead and go first, though.\" He pointed to the bathroom. \"There's spare towels in the cabinet. Go ahead and use those.\" She nodded, turning and heading to the room. Though she was sure to sway her hips a little dramatically, tail swishing behind her, fully showing off to him. He appreciated the show. Once he got himself dressed in at least a pair of pants and the plain white t-shirt he used as an undershirt, he moved to the door. He braced himself and opened it, though thankfully the panda was not waiting right on the other side like some disapproving mother.\n\nHe moved over to the coffee, pouring himself a mug. \"You know...\" He nearly jumped out of his skin as the voice was right behind him. \"The next time you want to be discrete, maybe don't leave these on the kitchen table.\" He turned to see her holding up Rachel's jacket. And shirt. And bra.\n\n\"Ah...\" He gave an awkward laugh. \"Sorry about that...\"\n\nShe still just gave him an amused smirk. \"You're a grown man. What... and who... you do is your own business.\" She set the clothing back down on the table. Glancing at the door, she could hear the shower. \"I'm going to guess it's that sweet mouse in there? Ginny seems more like the type that would just be walking around out here in nothing but her fur.\" She scoffed. \"Or she would have just hopped out the window in the middle of the night.\"\n\nHe laughed. \"Yeah, that does sound more her style.\" He took a sip of the hot brew, realizing he never put any sugar in it. \"Yeah. Rachel decided to have a shower first.\" He held up a hand. \"No comments on smells. I'm having one after her.\"\n\nThe panda scoffed. \"Coffee covers most smells. Even sex.\" She held up her mug. \"Take that from a pro.\" He nearly choked on his own mug. \"What? I've been happily married for over 25 years. You don't think Harold and I have done the deed?\" She let out a short laugh. \"Let me tell you. That man can be quite wild when he puts his mind to it.\"\n\nHe just closed his eyes. \"That was not the mental image I needed this morning, but thank you.\"\n\nThe woman just grinned. \"Consider it payback for the one I got finding a lady's unmentionables on the kitchen table this morning. I knew you had either finally realized how cute one of those two ladies were, or you had been hiding a secret crossdressing fetish from me quite well.\" She held up a hand. \"Not that I'd think less of you for it. Everyone's got their thing.\"\n\n\"Crossdressing isn't mine.\" Though to be honest, he wasn't sure what his 'thing' was. He guessed it had something to do with very dangerous women in small packages. He didn't dare to guess what Ginny's might be, though he was curious what Rachel's was. Tall, serious men? He also wondered just what Christa's would be... and immediately regretted thinking it. Thankfully, he didn't voice any of it.\n\nThe main door opened, and Rachel's head poked out, her hair wrapped in a white towel. \"Uh... did I leave my shirt...\" She spotted both her shirt AND her bra both on the table, as well as the panda giving her a grin. \"Ah... there they are. Um... Hi, Christa!\" She shifted a little more, revealing that she had wrapped herself up in Tag's blue bathrobe. Though it was so long on her that the bottom brushed against the ground. She gave an embarrassed smile, her cheeks flushed.\n\nThe panda chuckled, patting Tag's shoulder. \"I'll be up front.\" She then pointed to the microwave as she walked out of the kitchen. \"Oh, the burritos are in there to stay warm.\"\n\nTag let out a sigh, moving to the microwave and pulling out the bag of breakfast burritos. He took one for himself and set the bag down on the table. \"Here you go. Have some food.\"\n\nThe mouse giggled, peaking in the bag. \"Breakfast of champions?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Breakfast of a P.I.\"\n\nRachel took one of the things and started to unwrap it. \"I thought Private Eyes survived entirely on whiskey and cigarettes.\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Only in pulp novels and movies in black and white.\" He sat down in one of the chairs. \"I barely drink and I don't smoke.\"\n\n\"Thank goodness. I had a boyfriend in high school who used to smoke.\" She stuck out her tongue in disgust. \"Like kissing an ashtray.\" She leaned over to give him a quick peck on the kiss, and he got another brief flash of her current emotions, mostly her embarrassment and genuine happiness. \"You're much tastier.\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Oh, I know. I've had more than a few people threaten to eat me. Like, actually consume me...\" He gave her a sidelong glance. \"I don't need to worry about that from you, do I?\"\n\nThe mouse giggled, her mouth full of the burrito. She quickly swallowed. \"No. There's only certain parts of you I'd be interested in having in my mouth, and I'm sure you would enjoy it.\" He nearly choked on the food in his own mouth, making her giggle. Up front, the phone rang, Christa answering it a moment later. \"Sounds like you might have some work. And I should... probably get dressed.\"\n\nSure enough, the panda called out. \"Tag. You'll want to get this one!\"\n\nHe sighed as his time with her was cut short. \"Yeah. Duty calls.\" He stood up, nodding to the bag of food. \"Feel free to have more of those.\"\n\nShe smirked at him. \"Oh, I plan to. These are good!\"\n\nHe smiled and walked to the front, looking at Christa. \"Who's on the phone.\"\n\n\"It's your police friend, Captain Sudders.\" She nodded to his desk. \"Transferred to your phone.\"\n\nHe quickly sat down and picked up the receiver, pushing the button to take it off of hold. \"Susan?\"\n\nThe voice of his old police captain was crisp. \"Hello, Tag. Got an odd case that I think could use your... unique talents.\"\n\nThere was something about her voice that put him on edge. \"Not another mauling, is it? The last guy...\"\n\n\"I know. And no, this is something different.\" She let out a sigh. \"Look, I really shouldn't talk about it over the phone, and you won't believe me unless I show you...\"\n\nHe smirked. \"You'd be surprised. Show me what?\"\n\nShe hesitated for a long moment. \"Come to county morgue 3, the one on Brookfield Lane in uptown. We can talk about it there.\"\n\nTag blinked. \"The morgue?\" Christa gave him a questioning look and he just shook his head and shrugged. \"Alright. I can be there in around an hour.\"\n\n\"Alright. There's some paperwork that needs to be filled out, so I'll be here most of the day.\" With that, she hung up before he could ask any more questions.\n\nRachel stepped out, now dressed once again. \"What's this about a morgue?\"\n\nHe shook his head and stood up. \"My old police captain wants me to meet her at one. Didn't say exactly why... She was being very vague.\"\n\n\"You need me to tag along?\"\n\nHe shook his head again. \"No. Probably best if you didn't. She already bends enough rules with me as it is. The less people she needs to worry about, the better.\"\n\nRachel nodded slowly. \"Alright. Well, I'll head back to HQ then.\" She did still technically live there. It was cheaper than finding an apartment. \"You should probably have that shower first before you go.\"\n\nHe smirked. \"That bad?\"\n\nShe giggled softly. \"I don't mind you smelling of my pussy, but others might.\" Christa burst out laughing.\n\nTag sighed, putting his hands up. \"Alright, alright! I'll go have a shower first!\" He looked at Rachel. \"I'll call if this has anything to do with Nox. But I doubt it.\" He chuckled. \"I mean, what are the odds it would be something else they'd be interested in?\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHe was starting to wonder if he was cursed. Considering all the things he had seen in the past few months, it was possible. \"I'm sorry, did you say zombie?\"\n\nSusan sighed. \"That's what the officer said in his report.\" The older beaver was leading him down the stairs to the autopsy rooms. \"I know how it sounds, trust me. But they've passed all their drug tests and their last psych eval was clear. No history of hallucinations, paranoia, or delusions. Though they've probably got PTSD now. Scheduled them for leave and another check with the psych doctor. Standard stuff after a shooting.\"\n\nTag frowned again as they entered the large, sterile, and very cold room. There were several metal tables lined up in a row, only one occupied by a body, which was currently covered completely in a blue sheet. \"Tell me again what happened? And why they thought this was a zombie.\"\n\nThe beaver walked passed him. \"Easier to show you.\" She pulled down the sheet to reveal the naked body of a fox... or what was left of it. A good portion of her face and the back of her head was missing from a gunshot at close range. There was also another trio of bullet holes in her chest, right between her breasts. There was also signs of decay... not recent decay, either. She really did look like she had been dead for much longer than a few days.\n\nSusan started. \"So, officer reports that he saw this woman assaulting someone. Says it looked like they were trying to bite them. When they called out, the woman turned, covered in blood, the vic already very dead.\" She pointed to one of the nearby storage drawers for bodies. \"Vic was a wolf, age 23, name... uh... Greg something.\" She shrugged. \"Real mess. Throat torn out, body shredded by bite marks. All match the suspect here. Anyway, the officer ordered her to stop, she did not, only, and this is his words, 'growled incoherently' at him before approaching with hostile intent. So he fired a shot center of mass. Did not slow her down, so he fired two more.\" She pointed to the trio of bullet wounds. \"These.\"\n\nTag tilted his head. \"And that still didn't stop her?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Right. She was still coming, so he fired one into her skull as she was trying to bite him. Seems blowing half of her brains across the nearest wall was enough to finally put her down.\"\n\nHe winced. \"Yeah, that'll put just about anything down...\" Then again, he was pretty sure it wouldn't stop Ginny. And he was sure there were some other monsters out there that could shrug off a cap to the brain. \"I've seen junkies shrug off some pretty harsh wounds, but I've never heard of one still going after three gunshots to the chest.\" He tilted his head to the body. \"Especially one... in this state... but it is possible...\"\n\nSusan shook her head. \"No. Blood test came back...\" She sighed and grabbed the chart off of the front of the table and held it out. \"Here. Read for yourself.\" He took the chart and read it. No traces of drugs of any kind, but the report did read that the results may be dubious at best, as the blood had decayed so badly. \"Had to tell the lab three times this wasn't some kind of joke.\" According to the report, the victim had been dead for over three months.\n\nHe looked up. \"Three months?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yup. That's what the boys in the lab say, at least. Somehow, a woman that had been dead for three months was up and walking around three days ago and tried to assault an officer.\" She looked up at him. \"You can see why I called you. This sort of... stuff... is more up your alley.\" He had to stop himself from laughing at how accurate that was. \"We can't even get an ID on this woman. There's no records of her at all. No birth records, no fingerprints, no fur samples, no dental, nothing. It's like she never existed.\" She sighed softly. \"I hate to ask you to do this again, but if you can... do your thing... and maybe get us even just a name, that would be really helpful.\"\n\nHe nodded, stepping over to the side of the body. \"Okay.\" He took a breath and let it out slowly. \"Here goes.\" He reached out, closing his eyes and bracing himself. His fingers touched her shoulder and... nothing. He blinked. He moved to touch one of the bullet wounds. Still nothing. So the woman herself wasn't magical, and if some magic had been affecting her, he couldn't feel it. He frowned and touched her hand. Still nothing. \"I'm not getting... anything off of her.\"\n\nSusan frowned. \"Hate to suggest this but... maybe try the mark on her left breast there?\"\n\n\"Mark?\" He looked where she pointed. On the side of the woman's left breast, right above where her heart, was a kind of tattoo or brand. A long line touched the bottom of a crescent moon, forming a kind of upside down capital Y. An upside down teardrop hovered in the center of the crescent moon. \"You didn't mention she had a brand.\"\n\nThe captain shrugged. \"Wasn't sure it was important. Didn't come up as anything in our searches. No known gang sign, religious symbol, or even language.\" She looked at him. \"Do you recognize it?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No.\" He gently reached out and touched the mark. He flinched back as his head buzzed like a swarm of bees suddenly turned his skull into their hive. \"AH... fuck!\"\n\nSusan reached out to hold his shoulder. \"Whoa... you okay there? You get something?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No... just...\" He sighed, the uncomfortable feeling fading slowly. \"I dunno. It's like... static.\" There was definitely something magic about that mark, but it was almost like someone was blocking his visions. Though he couldn't exactly tell her that. \"Sorry. I don't think I can get a vision from that. But it's... something. I might have some sources who could help with-\" His phone started to ring in his pocket. \"Ugh. One sec.\" He pulled the phone out, intending to turn it off, until he saw the ID saying 'Nox'. \"Speak of the devil.\"\n\nShe tilted her head. \"This that new group you've been working with?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. One sec, I should take this. They don't call unless it's important. And I could ask about that mark.\" She nodded and stepped away to give him some privacy... as much as possible in the room, anyway. He answered. \"This is Tag.\"\n\nThe voice of his mother spoke. \"Tag. You need to come into HQ right now. There's been... an incident.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something right now. I was going to come in soon, anyway, I've got-\"\n\n\"Victor...\" her voice was serious. More than usual. It put him a little on edge.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\nShe hesitated for a moment. \"Ginny attacked Rachel.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Noxumbra Files

Case 6: Hoard Master

Part 1

By XP Author


The mouse bounced up and down on the bed, panting and gasping between her moans. Her small, grey-furred breasts bounced as much as she did, her short hair flying all about with her movements. She leaned down, green eyes gazing at the man under her. He was moaning and grunting as much as her, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her own. His hands held her hips, her bare thighs clasped against his. She felt him pulsing and throbbing within her every time he plunged deep into her wanting tunnel, squeezing around him in kind.

Rachel felt yet another orgasm building, the third one of the evening. She squeezed harder around him, bouncing her hips that much harder upon his. He must have been close, too. He had managed to hold back for so long. She wanted to feel him falling over that edge. "Cum in me!" Half command, half plea. "Let me feel it!" She moaned again.

Tag moaned with her, gripping her hips tighter. "Y-you sure?"

She nodded. "I'm... I'm safe! Please!" She gasped as his cock twitched inside of her. "Do it!" Not one to turn down such a request, he started to really thrust upwards at her, plunging as deep as he could. She let out a soft little squeak, her moans growing higher. He clenched his jaw, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a groan of pleasure, he slammed himself up into her, finally releasing into her. The feeling of his hot seed pouring into her sent her over the edge with him, clenching hard. He thrust up with every heavy shot, feeling her milking him for all he had to give. He watched her shivering and shake above him as pleasure coursed through her, feeling not just her inner walls clamping, but her thighs against him doing the same.

She fell forward atop him, breasts pressed to his chest, her head against his shoulder, moaning right next to his ear. He slid his arms up to wrap about her middle, still thrusting a little as his cock gave a few final shots into her clenching pussy. Her arms slowly moved to hold his shoulders, the two panting together. When he heard her start to giggle, he glanced a little at her with a big smirk. "What's so funny?"

She shook her head. "N-nothing... I was... just thinking that for someone who says you're so out of practice, you're.... really fucking good at... fucking." She let out another giddy little giggle, still feeling the euphoria from the multiple orgasms.

He smirked. "Well. I've watched enough people doing it in visions at this point. Guess I've gotten experience by osmosis."

She couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Wow. Telling me about all the times you watched other people doing it. How romantic." She still smiled at him, fully knowing what she was getting into with this. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. The moment his lips touched her, his head was filled with the same sense of euphoria she was, getting a flash of her pleasure moments before. He grunted slightly, reaching his hand out. Her hand touched his at the same time. A moment later, a little ball of light rose next to the bed, a spark of electricity crackling around it. It fizzled out of existence just as quickly as it appeared.

He had figured out that casting magic temporarily turned off his visions, and being around other magic dimmed it slightly. They had been dual-casting little spells like this the whole night, allowing him to touch her without fear of being lost in a vision. Which was good, as he was not sure he could handle a vision of literally being fucked by himself. It had been her idea, to cast a little spark and test it. Of course, her idea of testing it was kissing him full on the lips, which caught him more than a little by surprise at the time. One thing led to another, and two hours later, they were here, in his room at the back of his office.

She kept her hand in his, fingers lacing together. Her face nuzzled against his neck. "Think if I stay like this long enough, you'll end up getting used to my touch?"

He shrugged, his free arm still holding her around the middle. "I don't know." He leaned over to kiss her cheek gently. "I'm willing to find out, though." She giggled again. It did seem to get easier with prolonged exposure. Maybe, given enough time, he could hold her without worrying about anything else but the pretty woman in his arms. It would be... nice.

The two remained close for a while, drifting to a peaceful sleep. Tag had dreams, as he always did, but for the first time in a long time, they were... pleasant ones. Dreams of the mouse laying beside him in the waking world. Though there was still a looming presence. Something dark and familiar. Ginny, but not Ginny. But he didn't feel scared by it, only a little saddened that it was farther away. He wished he could find a way to make both women happy, but even in his dreams, that was impossible. He had to choose, and he had chosen Rachel. And it made him... happy. Actually happy.

He was roused from his dreaming by being shaken. "Hey!" Rachel called out, though her voice was little more than an insistent whisper. "Wake up!"

He groaned. "What?"

Rachel looked at the door. "Christa just came into the office!"

Now he was awake! "Ah crap." He quickly pulled himself out of bed and looked around. He looked around quickly for some kind of clothing to put on. "I'll see about... I dunno, distracting her."

The mouse, wrapped in nothing but his bedsheet, just tilted her head. "And I'll do what? Sneak out the window? I don't think she's going to ground you for having a girl in your room. We're not teenagers."

He picked up his pants, not bothering with the underwear for now. "Yeah, but I still don't want to hear about it!"

As if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door. "When you two are done, I've stared some fresh coffee. There's also breakfast burritos from that place around the corner." Christa did nothing to hide the amusement from her voice.

He just screwed his face up a little, then just let out a heavy sigh. "I hate how perceptive that woman is sometimes. I really do."

Rachel just giggled, letting the blanket slip away before pushing herself out of his bed. She leaned up to give his cheek a quick kiss. "It's fine. I'd like to take a quick shower first anyway, if that's okay."

He grunted. "Yeah. I should do the same. You go ahead and go first, though." He pointed to the bathroom. "There's spare towels in the cabinet. Go ahead and use those." She nodded, turning and heading to the room. Though she was sure to sway her hips a little dramatically, tail swishing behind her, fully showing off to him. He appreciated the show. Once he got himself dressed in at least a pair of pants and the plain white t-shirt he used as an undershirt, he moved to the door. He braced himself and opened it, though thankfully the panda was not waiting right on the other side like some disapproving mother.

He moved over to the coffee, pouring himself a mug. "You know..." He nearly jumped out of his skin as the voice was right behind him. "The next time you want to be discrete, maybe don't leave these on the kitchen table." He turned to see her holding up Rachel's jacket. And shirt. And bra.

"Ah..." He gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry about that..."

She still just gave him an amused smirk. "You're a grown man. What... and who... you do is your own business." She set the clothing back down on the table. Glancing at the door, she could hear the shower. "I'm going to guess it's that sweet mouse in there? Ginny seems more like the type that would just be walking around out here in nothing but her fur." She scoffed. "Or she would have just hopped out the window in the middle of the night."

He laughed. "Yeah, that does sound more her style." He took a sip of the hot brew, realizing he never put any sugar in it. "Yeah. Rachel decided to have a shower first." He held up a hand. "No comments on smells. I'm having one after her."

The panda scoffed. "Coffee covers most smells. Even sex." She held up her mug. "Take that from a pro." He nearly choked on his own mug. "What? I've been happily married for over 25 years. You don't think Harold and I have done the deed?" She let out a short laugh. "Let me tell you. That man can be quite wild when he puts his mind to it."

He just closed his eyes. "That was not the mental image I needed this morning, but thank you."

The woman just grinned. "Consider it payback for the one I got finding a lady's unmentionables on the kitchen table this morning. I knew you had either finally realized how cute one of those two ladies were, or you had been hiding a secret crossdressing fetish from me quite well." She held up a hand. "Not that I'd think less of you for it. Everyone's got their thing."

"Crossdressing isn't mine." Though to be honest, he wasn't sure what his 'thing' was. He guessed it had something to do with very dangerous women in small packages. He didn't dare to guess what Ginny's might be, though he was curious what Rachel's was. Tall, serious men? He also wondered just what Christa's would be... and immediately regretted thinking it. Thankfully, he didn't voice any of it.

The main door opened, and Rachel's head poked out, her hair wrapped in a white towel. "Uh... did I leave my shirt..." She spotted both her shirt AND her bra both on the table, as well as the panda giving her a grin. "Ah... there they are. Um... Hi, Christa!" She shifted a little more, revealing that she had wrapped herself up in Tag's blue bathrobe. Though it was so long on her that the bottom brushed against the ground. She gave an embarrassed smile, her cheeks flushed.

The panda chuckled, patting Tag's shoulder. "I'll be up front." She then pointed to the microwave as she walked out of the kitchen. "Oh, the burritos are in there to stay warm."

Tag let out a sigh, moving to the microwave and pulling out the bag of breakfast burritos. He took one for himself and set the bag down on the table. "Here you go. Have some food."

The mouse giggled, peaking in the bag. "Breakfast of champions?"

He shrugged. "Breakfast of a P.I."

Rachel took one of the things and started to unwrap it. "I thought Private Eyes survived entirely on whiskey and cigarettes."

He chuckled. "Only in pulp novels and movies in black and white." He sat down in one of the chairs. "I barely drink and I don't smoke."

"Thank goodness. I had a boyfriend in high school who used to smoke." She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Like kissing an ashtray." She leaned over to give him a quick peck on the kiss, and he got another brief flash of her current emotions, mostly her embarrassment and genuine happiness. "You're much tastier."

He smirked. "Oh, I know. I've had more than a few people threaten to eat me. Like, actually consume me..." He gave her a sidelong glance. "I don't need to worry about that from you, do I?"

The mouse giggled, her mouth full of the burrito. She quickly swallowed. "No. There's only certain parts of you I'd be interested in having in my mouth, and I'm sure you would enjoy it." He nearly choked on the food in his own mouth, making her giggle. Up front, the phone rang, Christa answering it a moment later. "Sounds like you might have some work. And I should... probably get dressed."

Sure enough, the panda called out. "Tag. You'll want to get this one!"

He sighed as his time with her was cut short. "Yeah. Duty calls." He stood up, nodding to the bag of food. "Feel free to have more of those."

She smirked at him. "Oh, I plan to. These are good!"

He smiled and walked to the front, looking at Christa. "Who's on the phone."

"It's your police friend, Captain Sudders." She nodded to his desk. "Transferred to your phone."

He quickly sat down and picked up the receiver, pushing the button to take it off of hold. "Susan?"

The voice of his old police captain was crisp. "Hello, Tag. Got an odd case that I think could use your... unique talents."

There was something about her voice that put him on edge. "Not another mauling, is it? The last guy..."

"I know. And no, this is something different." She let out a sigh. "Look, I really shouldn't talk about it over the phone, and you won't believe me unless I show you..."

He smirked. "You'd be surprised. Show me what?"

She hesitated for a long moment. "Come to county morgue 3, the one on Brookfield Lane in uptown. We can talk about it there."

Tag blinked. "The morgue?" Christa gave him a questioning look and he just shook his head and shrugged. "Alright. I can be there in around an hour."

"Alright. There's some paperwork that needs to be filled out, so I'll be here most of the day." With that, she hung up before he could ask any more questions.

Rachel stepped out, now dressed once again. "What's this about a morgue?"

He shook his head and stood up. "My old police captain wants me to meet her at one. Didn't say exactly why... She was being very vague."

"You need me to tag along?"

He shook his head again. "No. Probably best if you didn't. She already bends enough rules with me as it is. The less people she needs to worry about, the better."

Rachel nodded slowly. "Alright. Well, I'll head back to HQ then." She did still technically live there. It was cheaper than finding an apartment. "You should probably have that shower first before you go."

He smirked. "That bad?"

She giggled softly. "I don't mind you smelling of my pussy, but others might." Christa burst out laughing.

Tag sighed, putting his hands up. "Alright, alright! I'll go have a shower first!" He looked at Rachel. "I'll call if this has anything to do with Nox. But I doubt it." He chuckled. "I mean, what are the odds it would be something else they'd be interested in?"

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He was starting to wonder if he was cursed. Considering all the things he had seen in the past few months, it was possible. "I'm sorry, did you say zombie?"

Susan sighed. "That's what the officer said in his report." The older beaver was leading him down the stairs to the autopsy rooms. "I know how it sounds, trust me. But they've passed all their drug tests and their last psych eval was clear. No history of hallucinations, paranoia, or delusions. Though they've probably got PTSD now. Scheduled them for leave and another check with the psych doctor. Standard stuff after a shooting."

Tag frowned again as they entered the large, sterile, and very cold room. There were several metal tables lined up in a row, only one occupied by a body, which was currently covered completely in a blue sheet. "Tell me again what happened? And why they thought this was a zombie."

The beaver walked passed him. "Easier to show you." She pulled down the sheet to reveal the naked body of a fox... or what was left of it. A good portion of her face and the back of her head was missing from a gunshot at close range. There was also another trio of bullet holes in her chest, right between her breasts. There was also signs of decay... not recent decay, either. She really did look like she had been dead for much longer than a few days.

Susan started. "So, officer reports that he saw this woman assaulting someone. Says it looked like they were trying to bite them. When they called out, the woman turned, covered in blood, the vic already very dead." She pointed to one of the nearby storage drawers for bodies. "Vic was a wolf, age 23, name... uh... Greg something." She shrugged. "Real mess. Throat torn out, body shredded by bite marks. All match the suspect here. Anyway, the officer ordered her to stop, she did not, only, and this is his words, 'growled incoherently' at him before approaching with hostile intent. So he fired a shot center of mass. Did not slow her down, so he fired two more." She pointed to the trio of bullet wounds. "These."

Tag tilted his head. "And that still didn't stop her?"

She nodded. "Right. She was still coming, so he fired one into her skull as she was trying to bite him. Seems blowing half of her brains across the nearest wall was enough to finally put her down."

He winced. "Yeah, that'll put just about anything down..." Then again, he was pretty sure it wouldn't stop Ginny. And he was sure there were some other monsters out there that could shrug off a cap to the brain. "I've seen junkies shrug off some pretty harsh wounds, but I've never heard of one still going after three gunshots to the chest." He tilted his head to the body. "Especially one... in this state... but it is possible..."

Susan shook her head. "No. Blood test came back..." She sighed and grabbed the chart off of the front of the table and held it out. "Here. Read for yourself." He took the chart and read it. No traces of drugs of any kind, but the report did read that the results may be dubious at best, as the blood had decayed so badly. "Had to tell the lab three times this wasn't some kind of joke." According to the report, the victim had been dead for over three months.

He looked up. "Three months?"

She nodded. "Yup. That's what the boys in the lab say, at least. Somehow, a woman that had been dead for three months was up and walking around three days ago and tried to assault an officer." She looked up at him. "You can see why I called you. This sort of... stuff... is more up your alley." He had to stop himself from laughing at how accurate that was. "We can't even get an ID on this woman. There's no records of her at all. No birth records, no fingerprints, no fur samples, no dental, nothing. It's like she never existed." She sighed softly. "I hate to ask you to do this again, but if you can... do your thing... and maybe get us even just a name, that would be really helpful."

He nodded, stepping over to the side of the body. "Okay." He took a breath and let it out slowly. "Here goes." He reached out, closing his eyes and bracing himself. His fingers touched her shoulder and... nothing. He blinked. He moved to touch one of the bullet wounds. Still nothing. So the woman herself wasn't magical, and if some magic had been affecting her, he couldn't feel it. He frowned and touched her hand. Still nothing. "I'm not getting... anything off of her."

Susan frowned. "Hate to suggest this but... maybe try the mark on her left breast there?"

"Mark?" He looked where she pointed. On the side of the woman's left breast, right above where her heart, was a kind of tattoo or brand. A long line touched the bottom of a crescent moon, forming a kind of upside down capital Y. An upside down teardrop hovered in the center of the crescent moon. "You didn't mention she had a brand."

The captain shrugged. "Wasn't sure it was important. Didn't come up as anything in our searches. No known gang sign, religious symbol, or even language." She looked at him. "Do you recognize it?"

He shook his head. "No." He gently reached out and touched the mark. He flinched back as his head buzzed like a swarm of bees suddenly turned his skull into their hive. "AH... fuck!"

Susan reached out to hold his shoulder. "Whoa... you okay there? You get something?"

He shook his head. "No... just..." He sighed, the uncomfortable feeling fading slowly. "I dunno. It's like... static." There was definitely something magic about that mark, but it was almost like someone was blocking his visions. Though he couldn't exactly tell her that. "Sorry. I don't think I can get a vision from that. But it's... something. I might have some sources who could help with-" His phone started to ring in his pocket. "Ugh. One sec." He pulled the phone out, intending to turn it off, until he saw the ID saying 'Nox'. "Speak of the devil."

She tilted her head. "This that new group you've been working with?"

He nodded. "Yeah. One sec, I should take this. They don't call unless it's important. And I could ask about that mark." She nodded and stepped away to give him some privacy... as much as possible in the room, anyway. He answered. "This is Tag."

The voice of his mother spoke. "Tag. You need to come into HQ right now. There's been... an incident."

He sighed. "Can it wait? I'm in the middle of something right now. I was going to come in soon, anyway, I've got-"

"Victor..." her voice was serious. More than usual. It put him a little on edge.

"What's wrong?"

She hesitated for a moment. "Ginny attacked Rachel."

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