I gave Jenks a dark look, and he shrugged. Gesturing for Ford to sit, I dropped the demon book on the stack I'd brought down from the belfry and wiped my hands on my jeans. "They were just harassing me," I said, not knowing how my brother fit into it, but sure it was me they were after, not him. "Hey, what do you think about this? It was clear this morning when Edden gave it to me."

Ford sat at Ivy's spot and held out his hand, shaking his head when a trio of pixy girls asked him if they could braid his hair. I shooed them away when I came around the counter to give the tear to him, and the girls flitted to the windowsill to take sides in the seed issue.

"Tink's tampons!" Jenks yelped when he saw the tear on Ford's palm. "What did you do to it, Rache?"

"Nothing." At least it hadn't felt furry or wiggled when I touched it. Ford squinted as he held it to the artificial light. The argument at the sink was starting to spill into the rest of the room, and I gave Jenks a pointed look. The pixy, though, was with Ford, fascinated by the black swirls running through the gray crystal.

"Edden gave it to me to make a locator charm," I said. "But it didn't look like that. It must have picked up the emotions at the airport when they were following us."

Ford looked at me over the tear. "You got angry?"

"Well, a little. I was more peeved than anything else."

Jenks darted to the window as the argument reached an eyeball-hurting intensity. "Peeved, nothing. She was like a pimple on a fairy princess's ass, red and ready to pop," he said, then started speaking to his kids too fast for me to follow. Instant pixy silence ensued.

"Jeez, Jenks!" I exclaimed, warming. "I wasn't that upset."

Ford shifted the tear back and forth between his fingers. "It must have absorbed the emotions from not only you, but everyone there." He hesitated, then added, "Did the tear…take your emotions away?"

Seeing his hope, I shook my head. He thought it might be a way to help him muffle emotions, perhaps. "No," I said. "Sorry."

Leaning across the corner of the table, Ford handed the tear back, doing a pretty good job of hiding his disappointment. "Well," he said, settling into Ivy's chair and pulling Rex onto his lap. "I'm on the clock. Where would you be most comfortable?"

"Can't we just have coffee instead?" I suggested as I tucked the tear back in my coat pocket for lack of anywhere better. "I'm not in the mood to try to remember Kisten's killer." Stupid cat won't let me touch her, but a perfect stranger gets head butts and kitty kisses.

His dark eyes went to the silent coffeemaker. "Like anyone ever is?" he said softly.

"Ford…," I whined, and then one of the pixy kids shrieked. Ford shuddered and turned a shade whiter. Irritated, I looked at Jenks. "Jenks, can you get your kids out of here? They're giving me a headache."

"Jumoke gets the seed," Jenks said flatly, cutting off the rising protests with a sharp wing chirp. "I said you wouldn't like it!" he exclaimed. "Get out. Jumoke, ask your mother where she hides her seeds. It will be safe there until spring."

It also would ensure that she wouldn't die without someone else knowing where she hid their valuable seed stash. Pixy life spans sucked.

"Thanks, Papa!" the exuberant pixy shouted, then fled, trailing the rest of them in a calliope of sound and color.

Relieved, I came around the counter to sit at my spot. Ford looked better already, and he shifted to a more comfortable position when Rex followed the pixies out. Jenks dropped down before him in his best Peter Pan pose, hands on his hips. "Sorry," he said. "They won't come back."

Ford glanced at the coffeemaker again. "One of them is still in here."

I shoved the demon texts next to the mundane university textbooks to make some space. "Cheeky bugger," I muttered, standing up to get Ford a coffee.

Jenks's brow furrowed, and he made a harsh whistle. Smirking, I waited to see who the eavesdropping pixy was, but no one showed. Maybe I could fritter all our time away, and that would be that. Talk about Jenks, maybe.

"Thanks, Rachel," Ford said with an exhale. "I could use some caffeine. It's real, yes?"

Pouring a cup, I slid it into the microwave and hit "fast cook." "Decaf is cruel and unusual punishment."

Jenks was buzzing around the kitchen like a firefly from hell, shedding sparkles to make artificial sunbeams. "I can't find anyone," he grumbled. "I must be getting old. Are you sure?"

Ford cocked his head and seemed to be listening. "Yup. It's a person."

A smile came over Jenks as the sensitive man included pixies as people. Not everyone did. "I'll go do a nose count. Be right back."

He zipped out, and I opened the nuker. Ford's cup was steaming, and leaning close as I set it by him, I whispered, "Can we go out and talk about Jenks instead of me?"

"Why?" Ford asked, as if knowing I was stalling, then took a sip. "His emotions are stable. It's yours that are jumping like bunnies in a fryer."

I frowned at the connotation, then sat in my own chair, pulling my cold coffee close. "It's Matalina," I said softly, hoping the eavesdropper couldn't hear, much less Jenks.

Ford set his mug down, but his fingers didn't leave it, seeking the warmth. "Rachel," he said even more softly, "I don't mean to sound trite, but death comes to everyone, and he will find a way to deal with it. Everyone does."

My head went back and forth, and I felt a sliver of fear. "That's just it," I said. "He's not human, or witch, or vampire. He's a pixy. When she dies, he might go with her. Will himself to death." It was a wildly romantic notion, but I had a feeling it was standard pixy fare.

"He has too much to live for." Ford's knobby fingers tightened on the porcelain, then released. "You, the firm, his children." Then his eyes lost their focus. "Maybe you can ask one of his kids if that's common."

"I'm afraid to," I admitted.

There was the buzz of Jenks's wings darting past the arch as he went into the living room, and Ford's expression became neutral. "What's this Edden was saying about Marshal catching someone under your church?"

I rolled my eyes. "Tom Bansen, formerly of the I.S. Arcane Division, was bugging the church. Marshal was returning the box I forgot in his car and he caught him." I managed a smile despite the pang of hurt from what I'd asked Marshal to throw away. "Marshal is coming to dinner tonight with my mom and brother."

"Mmmm."

It was long and drawn out, and I brought my gaze up to see the usually stoic FIB psychologist wearing a wan smile. "What's that supposed to mean? Mmmm?" I said tartly.

Ford sipped from his mug, his dark brown eyes twinkling deviously. "You're taking someone to meet the family. It's good to see you moving forward. I'm proud of you."

I stared at him, then laughed. He thought Marshal and I… "Marshal and me?" I said with a guffaw. "No way. He's coming over as a buffer so I don't walk out of there tonight facing a blind date with my mom's paperboy." Marshal was great, yeah, but it was also nice knowing I could leave things alone if I tried.

"Right."

His voice dripped disbelief, and I set my mug down. "Marshal is not my boyfriend. We just do stuff together so no one hits on either of us. It's nice and comfortable, and I'm not going to let you turn it into anything more with your psychobabble bull."

Ford placidly arched his eyebrows at me, and I stiffened when Jenks zipped in and said, "You musta hit pretty close to the mark there, sheriff, to get her riled up like that."

"He's just a friend!" I protested.

Relenting, Ford dropped his eyes and shook his head. "That's how good relationships start, Rachel," he said fondly. "Look at you and Ivy."

I felt the muscles in my face go slack and I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You've got a great relationship there," he said, busying himself with his coffee again. "Better than a lot of married couples I see. Sex ruins it for some people. I'm glad you're learning that you can love someone without having to prove it with sex."