phryne & jack - "we could try cuddling?"
When Dot informed Jack (with copious amounts of crossing herself) that Miss Fisher had gone undercover at the brothel where several of the workers had been murdered in order to set a trap for the killer, Jack had nearly sprinted to his car. He had to leave Collins behind, since the poor boy would be absolutely useless at a brothel. Driving more like Miss Fisher than himself, he finally arrived after what felt like a century.
Throwing the door open, he hastily tried to get to the hosting rooms, but ran into security. However, when he heard some high-pitched shrieks, he forced his way past the two burly men.
He threw open the door, ready to rescue whatever woman was in distress. Instead, he found Phryne Fisher in her lingerie, holding a riding crop and a very embarrassed man who quickly gathered what clothing he could and scampered past Jack. “Miss Fisher?” he asked, dumbly, trying to look anywhere but at her until he found her robe.
“Jack!” she replied in delight. She scoffed at the robe but put it on. “Honestly, it’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”
Jack cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to catch a killer, Jack. Since the police don’t seem to care that all his victims are prostitutes, I suppose I must gift wrap him and place them in front of the station with a note that he killed four women.” She sighed. “But you scared my bait away?”
Jack was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she thought any of this was safe or logical. “Bait?”
“You’ll just have to fill in,” she said, stepping close to him, running her finger up his shirt. “We should be in flagrante delicto, since I am sure that would cause him to go into a jealous rage.”
Jack’s brain was catching up and was very adamant that that was not what they should do, not if he wanted to retain his badge and his dignity. “We could try cuddling?”
Miss Fisher looked at with that tender look that he could never decide what it meant, even as it warmed his chest. “Fine.” She pulled him down to the small bed.
And that is what they were doing when the man with a knife burst into the room.
