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Being Edited/Rewritten as of 3/20/17. All old chapters have been deleted and will re-uploaded with edits and corrections to avoid confusion for old and new readers.

This is a Dyson/Oc fanfiction. Basic things: Heavily influenced by "Pushing Daisies" (Great series, you should watch it.) There will be no (unless called for) bashing in this story so please no flames. It is rated M for now due to language and violence but will be raised to MA for Explicit Sexual Situations (aka Lemons/Smut/Limes) but each chapter is marked as such. Sorry if it's a slow start, but please give it and my character time to develop and grow.

The Necromancer Chronicles: Life

Watching and Waiting

Part 1: The Start of It All

At this moment in time, Jael Montague was twenty-three years, eight weeks, three days and nine minutes old. And unbeknownst to her, this was the day that would determine the entire course of her life. Some might call it fate. Jael would call it luck.

Very, very, bad luck.

The night before, her roommate Kenzi had taken her out partying in celebration of her new job. For the past few months, Jael had been a receptionist and file clerk for the 39th district police precinct, yet it was only recently she'd been switched to day shift. Today, as it be.

It wasn't anything particularly special. She had the same job, same pay, and same barely there benefits, but the idea of actually sleeping when it was dark out and eating breakfast in the morning was just enough to get her to agree to take over for the retiring clerk.

Despite her objections, Kenzi was in a celebratory mood. Any reason, big or small, was reason enough in her opinion. All she had to do was turn her icy blue puppy dog eyes to her and Jael was helpless to refuse. And that how Jael found herself dragged to three different clubs, drinking away her first night free till the wee hours of the night. This had led to the girls worst fears. For Kenzi: an Armageddon sized hangover. And for Jael: a late alarm clock and a mad dash to get to work.

Half an hour later and less than impressively dressed, Jael checked the slim silver watch on her arm. With a anxious sigh she stepped into the elevator, holding the files she'd been asked to take up to storage under one arm as she straightened her appearance with the other.

She used the reflective surface of the silver doors to make sure she was presentable. Never one for much makeup to begin with, she was certain she had smeared her mascara a few places in her mad dash to get ready.

She stepped closer to the doors to get a clearer picture. Rubbing furiously at a black lines next to her eyebrow, she wet her thumb in an effort to make the stupid blatant mark go away. Stupid waterproof. Distracted by her urgent rubbing, she missed the elevator approaching her floor. For some reason the elevator didn't ding as it did every other time, the silver doors parting without any notice and startling her so bad she lost the grip on the files in her arm. A few of the manila folders fell to her feet but one slid father than the rest.

As soon as it was there, it was gone, hitting the floor at just the right angle to teeter between the elevators door and the crack between the tiled hall. Jael bent to grab it, her long hair getting in her face and blinding her for a moment, her fingers skimming the top of the sturdy beige paper. The small jeering was enough to give it just the right angle it needed, slipping between the two floors and dropping into the black abyss. Her mouth dropped open just as quickly.

"Fuck." She whispered.

On the upside: the streak of mascara was gone. On the down: she was late, lost a file, might be fired, and had a bright red mark above her eye.

And that was the start of Jael Montague's unfairly unlucky, very bad, non-first day...

Jael strode into the co-ed locker room at a furious pace, heading straight for the time cards after dropping the surviving files onto the bench next to it.

"Morning, Jelly!" Came the familiar thick accented voice. There was only one person who called her that. She flashed a smile over her shoulder at Detective York as she clocked in.

Mike York was an older man who at sixty years old and graying was still quite the charmer. His goodnatured gruffness and jolly enthusiasm every time he saw her made working from eight to six in the morning bearable the past few months. "Jelly" was his term of affection for her. Since he had first met her he had mispronounced her name as "Gel" instead of "Jay-el". After a few weeks she stopped bothering to correct him and it had eventually evolved into a term of affection for her.

"Hey, Mikey." She patted his shoulder as she passed to picked up the stack she'd left.

"Slacking already, doll?" He joked, knowing full well she was almost compulsively on time most nights.

"Nope, just got here so early they put me on days." She smirked back. Her small locker creaked as it opened.

Mike grunted as he changed his shirt and put away his gun, still bitter about losing the prettiest thing to look at on nights. "These boys don't deserve you."

"You don't deserve me." She teased back. It was true, Jael was an angel in the detective's eyes. She made coffee, finished paperwork and almost always knew where a file was. And then there were the times she brought in pie. Honest to god home made, fresh from the oven pie that Mike would gladly risk his waist size to eat every day.

"We're gonna miss your pretty face 'round here." He seemed mournful.

"Flirt." She accused. "Trust me I'm not as pretty in sunlight." They shared a laugh as Jael put her things away in her locker. In the peaceful quiet that followed, Jael felt guilt rise in her stomach. "Hey, Mikey?" She sounded innocent enough."How often do you guys really look at old cases?"

"What? Never, really. Why do ask?" His brows furrowed.

"Certainly not because I dropped one down the elevator shaft." She froze, a skittish deer in the headlights.

The silence that stretched breaking the silence with a boisterous laugh. "You're a crack, Jelly." He shook his head.

"Yeah…" She groaned between between smiling teeth. "But theoretically, how would I go about maybe, perhaps, getting one back if it did?" She avoided eye contact, pretending to sort through her nearly empty locker.

Mike gave her a strong look, raising his head back to give her an amused side eye. "You're a bit of a strange one, aren't you?" He smiled. Jael felt her shoulders shrug on their own accord mouth tightening in a non committal smile. "You just tell me if any of those bastards give you trouble. You send them my way, got it, Jelly?" He huffed in false bravado, more disappointed at losing her skills to them than fearful of how they'd treat her.

Closing her locker, she checked her watch once more. Clocked in, she wasn't technically late, but she knew every minute she wasn't there her paperwork would just pile up. "You got it, Mike!" She saluted him before heading off to work.

Halfway to her desk she paused, swiveling on her feels to look at the elevator, weighing the pros and cons and the ultimate embarrassment that would come with begging the maintenance men to let her in. Nah, it'd be fine, she decided.

She sunk into the plush swivel chair of the fourth level front desk, the day still taking a downturn as she caught sight of the haphazardly stacked pile of files on the corner. Obviously Marcus, the day receptionist, had decided since it was his last day that he could 'fuck all' and leave the work to her. After taking a moment to self pity, she got to work, knowing the organizing and repetitiveness of it all would calm her down. She organized papers, took calls from the tip line and call ins, and even managed to meet a few of the detectives.

Detective Jake Jensen, or J.J. as he was often called, was no stranger to Jael. A hard worker, he seemed to stay late into the night, the two exchanging polite small talk and waves when they arrived or left. While they did have a few things in common, a love of animals and star trek for starters, Jensen was a bit clumsy. It was a hard to keep a conversation with him when all the while he kept knocking things over, stumbling over his words, and eventually just giving up and walking away with a "see ya." Each time she waved back with a small laugh. As she did that morning when he nearly collided when an opening door after offering to help anyway he could on her new shift. She listened to the phone ring obnoxiously, waiting to see Jensen give her a blushing thumbs up before answering.

"Hello, 39th police division, how may I direct your call?" She pressed the record button on the side of the phone, their conversation appearing on a pop-up window that would later be used for records or evidence in court. Pulling up the department program onto her screen she saw every Detective's name and badge number along with their department and whether or not they were on duty, in the station, or out on the field.

"Yes, I was told to contact a detective Murray?"

"Yes ma'am, I'll put you through to her now." She redirected the call before leaving to file the paperwork she had finished, missing the three men watching her with unwavering gazes from across the room.

Detectives Hale and Thornwood entered the station in a good mood. Sharing stories of their last dates and suspicions on their recent cases, they seemed to be in high spirits as they returned from their lunch break. And it seemed to last, if only for a moment.

As they walked off the elevator, Dyson's joking demeanor shifted into something far more serious as a familiar scent gently wafted up his nose. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, scanning the immediate area as he'd done many times before in search of the source.

For the past three months a scent had been lingering among the station. Actually, not so much a scent but a memory of one. Faint and faded, it seemed like he was chasing a ghost.

It had been maddening as the taller detective followed it all around the station, the trail leading both everywhere and yet nowhere particular. He hadn't been able to find it for a good week now, believing his sweet-smelling ghost was gone. Now, he found himself hungry for it. His nose gave the smallest twitch as his hands clenched by his side.

It was heavenly and feminine, rain water and something else he couldn't place that must have been distinctly her. It made his mouth water, his knees weak and his lower extremities throb achingly. He had never been able to place the species but he knew without a doubt it was Fae. Only something inhuman could be so alluring yet so haunting.

"It's that scent again, it's back." Dyson turned away from Hale's questioning gaze, looking around the precinct cautiously. "It's stronger, but I can't…" He inhaled again. As the seconds passed it became stronger and stronger till his body throbbed with adrenaline and desire.

The smell finally hit him full force as the squad room door opened up. His eyes snapped to the door, gaze beseeching and intense. From the hallway came a young woman, her blonde-brown hair covering her face as she shuffled a large stack of files in her arms. It was only a few moments before the girl disappeared into a filing room, but those moments seemed to stretch forever for Dyson.

"Hey, D?" Hale snapped his fingers in front of his friends face, successfully snapping him out of his trance. "You still with me, man?" Hale, a Siren himself, didn't have the nasal talents of his wolf-shifting partner but by the way Dyson had obsessed about the scent and described it as almost ghost like, even he was concerned the D-man was losing it.

"It's her." Hale turned to look in the direction Dyson was staring. Through the opened blinds he could see the girl's back as she filed away.

"Her-her?" Dyson only nodded and the two both continued staring at the girl for a moment before Hale finally thought to move this impromptu case along. He looked behind them, seeing the man he was looking for not far away "Hey, Al?"

Detective Carlos Alvarez looked up from his computer, dark eyes slightly narrowing in challenge at being called. Like Dyson, Alvarez was a shifter. A Nagual to be precise, a cat to be insulted. Needless to explain why he and Dyson always had a healthy but hearty rivalry between them.

He and his partner J.J. sat across from the other Light Fae detectives. Unlike Thornwood and Hale, Alvarez and J.J. were polar opposites. J.J. was a human, claimed by the light. A funny guy, he was a bit more on the nerdy science side, his simple handsome looks and fit physique canceled by his clumsy awkwardness around the opposite sex. Alvarez was a flirt and smoother talker, who thanks to his exotic looks and charm, rivaled Dyson and Hale in the area of women and seduction.

If anyone knew something about the fine young women, it was probably him.

"Who's the girl?" Hale pointed at the one in question.

Alvarez's stern face broke into a bright grin, always happy to have a bit of information they didn't. "Oh, spotted the new girl already?" He chuckled as he got up from his desk, coming to stand next to the less than subtle Faes. "Jael. She's switched from night shift yesterday."

Hale and Dyson exchanged a glance. That would explain the lingering scent...

"What do you know about her?" Dyson's deep voice questioned.

"Not much, she just started today… and J.J's in love with her." Alvarez couldn't resist a shot at his partner even if he wasn't here to defend himself. "Can't say I blame him though. I think I'm falling in love." Alvarez grinned crookedly.

All three men turned to eye her as she walked out. Her hair was somewhere between dark blonde and light brown, hanging in waves to mid-back. Her blue sweater and jeans hugged her body snuggly revealing the curves of her full breasts and soft stomach. Lastly was her bottom, full and only slightly round that led to long legs that seemed to stretch forever.

Her movements slowed before coming to a stop, her head turning her irate gaze in their direction. But while Hale and Alvarez quickly turned their eyes somewhere else, Dyson held her gaze.

Jael slammed the filing cabinet letting out a mumbled string of curses as she picked up more files that needed correcting. Exiting the file room she felt eyes on her. It was the kind of tell-tale feeling found in horror movies and when alone in dark houses, the feeling that any minute someone was gonna jump out from the shadows. She slowed to a stop, her eyes going to the source in false bravado.

Though it didn't show, she was shaken and surprised. Light blue-gray met her own sky blue. But it wasn't the color that surprised her. There was a depth to them she had never seen before. Their connection lasted only a few seconds before Jael found her feet moving forward on their own accord out of the squad room and into the hallway, the feeling of eyes on her lasting until long after she had returned to her desk. It wasn't until an hour later she was approached...

While enjoying her thirty minute break at her desk and enjoying a slightly stale bagel with peanut butter, a shadow came across the desk. Previously she had been staring at the phone with a look of pure hatred, but when a dark hand was placed beside it her gaze traveled up the attached arm. Jael was nearly surprised by the closeness of the man leaning on her desk. He was dark skinned, impeccably dressed, and incredibly handsome...even with the hat. His smile provided a stark contrast, straight white teeth created a dazzling smile that lit up his brown eyes. He was good looking and definitely knew it.

"Can I help you Detective…"

"Hale." He stated distractedly. He took the opportunity to study her face. Looking for any tattoos, marks, or even horns. He was surprised to see peachy clear skin with a few barely there freckles. Plush pink lips, high cheek bones, button nose, and pretty blue eyes with long lashes. She had to be a Nymph, or Succubus, maybe even a vampire…."And you are?" He left it open for multiple interpretation. But the woman only heard one.

"Jael." She didn't like when people hovered, it meant they were watching her and if people were watching her….well she had a right to be paranoid, especially in her line of...work? Hmm, worked sounded less suspicious, more serious than hobby.

"Aryouigorrk?" He said quietly, partly covered up by the ringing phone below him.

"What?"

"Light or Dark?" He repeated this time looking a bit suspicious.

"I don't understand the question." She stated flatly, the longer he hovered over her the more anxious she began to feel. If he was asking her about coffee, she'd already had enough going by the sudden jitteriness in her toes.

His eyes widen slightly, posture straightening out. A frown covered up what was left of a smile. "The Ash? Blood King?" Hale quietly asked. He watched her face contort in honest confusion her head shaking slightly.

"Blood Ash? Wha-" Her confusion morphed into hesitance. "Is this about the file?"

Hale mirrored her curious head tilt. "What file?"

"There's no file." Jael shook her head, backtracking on the conversation she's led them down.

"You asked about a file."

Jael blinked. "No, I didn't." She hid her panic well behind a stony faced innocence.

The ringing phone finally got to him, cutting off his next confused rebuttal. Hale nodded toward it. "Are you gonna get that?" He pointed at the blinking light flashing away as the sound of a shrill ringing started up once more.

"No. I'm on break." She stated plainly. People seemed to be particularly stupid today, and though her drinking last night hadn't given her a migraine, she could feel one slowly coming on. She couldn't talk to any more of them longer than she have to. Tired of having to explain that complaining of neighbors barking dogs and taking assigned parking spots were not actual crimes. When she found out which operator was advising them to call her, she was going to beat them over the head with the damned ringing phone.

"It might be an emergency."

"That's what 911 is for." She shrugged. She took a bit of her bagel, hoping he'd get the hint to leave her alone and thinking the chewy food would keep her from opening her mouth again.

A silence fell between the two, each staring each other down till finally Hale walked away, intent on giving Dyson hell for setting him up on that humiliatingly failure of an interrogation. Maybe his buddy just needed to get laid...

Teal eyes stealthily glanced over the bullpen, looking for any sight of the handsome hoverer or the blue eyed stare, only to find neither. The last of the day's paperwork filed, her shift over, and most of the detectives clocking out or settling in, Jael slipped away from her desk and headed to the lower levels for a little off the books over time.

She entered the morgue, feeling a shiver go up her spine during the lonesome walk down the dimly lit corridor. She looked over her shoulder before quickly entering the autopsy room. The door closed gently behind her with a soft click as Jael observed the room with a subtle sadness. Everything was sleek metal or plastic, the only pop of color being the dark red filing cabinet in between the two medical examiners desks. The fact that the room was kept cool to preserve the bodies only added to the sterile and emotionless space.

She wandered over to the row of bodies lining one wall, pausing for a moment to listen for any distinct voices or growing footsteps. Met only with the overhead buzzing of the florescent lights, she got to work.

Her hand picked up the chart clipped to the end of the slab, eyes glancing over the cause of death: suicide. She put the file back and repeated the same thing in quick succession as she went down the line. Suicide, accident, natural causes, accident, the charts continued to read. She was beginning to think she wasn't needed tonight when she finally caught the golden ticket.

Homicide.

She scanned the rest of the report quickly, only finding the few details she needed before putting the board back where she found it.

"Alright, Mr. Jacobs, let's find out who shot you."

As she pulled the white sheet off the man's face, Jael thought of how this wasn't really a job for the average receptionist.

But then again, Jael Montague wasn't like other receptionists, nor was she like anyone else for that matter. You see, Jael had a gift like no other. She could touch dead things and bring them back to life. This touch was a gift given to her, but not by anyone in particular. There was no box, no instructions, no manufacturer's warranty. It just was. The terms of use weren't immediately clear; however, once Jael had accepted her gift she had decided to use it…particularly to solve murders.

After all, murders are much easier to solve when you can ask who killed them.

So this is where Jael found herself: standing in the bleak, cold morgue, her hand hovering over the dead man's forehead.

Finally with a reassuring breath her finger connected with the cold skin. A golden glow illuminated the man's corpse before it disappeared. The pale blue skin replaced with lively, healthy, glow as his heart once more began to beat. His body jerked up, his newly alive eyes searching frantically along the empty morgue before settling on her.

"Hi." She resisted the urge to give a friendly wave, she really didn't have time. She never did...

"Hello." The man looked down at his chest before bringing a finger to prod the hole the bullet had left. "Crap. I'm dead aren't I?" He looked almost annoyed.

"Yeah, you are." The corners of her mouth turned down quickly in a flash of remorse. "Do you know who killed you Mr. Jacobs?" She cut to the point, her eyes glancing slyly to the ticking hands of her watch.

"Yeah, my ex-wife, Lorena. Saw it with my own two eyes!" He seethed. "I can't believer that bitch, I loved her!" He looked genuinely heartbroken as he started his rant. "I tried, okay, but she just always had to-"

Jael glanced to her watch seeing time wasting. She flinched an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry. Do you have any last wishes or request befo-"

"Yeah!" He shouted, making her flinch and look to the door. "Tell my ex wife I may be dead, but I made damn sure to take the money with me." He gave a dark chuckle, heartbreak turning to fury. His murder for nought. "I got the last laugh, that miserable bit-"

Her finger uncurled and touched the mans shoulder. Another glow illuminated the begrudged man, though this time a faint blue. He fell silent instantly, his body crashing back to the metal table, still forever more.

First touch: Life. Second touch: Dead, again, forever.

"Sorry!" She blanched as she put his arm back by his side and the sheet over his face. She picked up his chart once more, searching for the active investigators. The jiggle of a turning door handle alerted Jael. Turning towards the sound she cursed seeing the silhouette in the frosted glass window.

As the medical examiner entered whistling a happy tune, he was oblivious to the closing side door to his left.

No matter how many times Jael did it, she'd never be able to shake the nervousness that came from dropping off her little 'hints'. They knew the beginning and she gave them the end, all they had to do was fill in the missing middle pieces.

Jael placed the sticky note on Detective Hale's desk under a few folders that were requested for a prior investigation. As she glanced around she nearly smiled, no one had seen her. With both professional and extracurricular jobs done she could now go home.

She almost wished she hadn't.

The loud screams of virtual hookers were what greeted Jael as she opened her apartment door. She walked past the television and easily muted the noise. Her dog, Digby, huffed in gratitude from his spot under Kenzi's feet.

"Hey! I was saving the world from hookers!" The younger girl yelled out in indignation.

"Yes, and while the video game world is now a better, less morally ambiguous world, my ears are suffering for it." Jael hollered before yanking open the fridge. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she saw the nearly empty shelves. The only items being a box of baking soda, a jug of milk, and a questionable orange that was turning suspiciously blue.

"Kenzi!" A pathetic, painfully hungry whine escaped Jael. "I thought I gave you money to go shopping?" Her eyes went to the black haired girl noticing how she suspiciously shuffled her feet and hid them.

"You did..." Kenzi smiled sheepishly as she caught Jael's stony gaze. "I was on my way there and I saw these amazing boots!" Nothing, not a sigh, a yell or even a blink crossed Jael's face. "You know I have a weakness!" Kenzi rushed out in defense.

Jael finally rolled her eyes with a short huff. Kenzi really did have a sickness when it came to boots and heels. "I'm no longer enabling your sick habit. You're just like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies."

"What are you talking about? I eat!" Kenzi shrugged as she walked in completely, her hand reaching for the last piece of pie on the counter next to her.

"Yeah, my food." Jael muttered as she shut the fridge door and stood straight. "Take out it is..."

If she thought today was stressful, boy was she in for a surprise...

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This series will be split into 3 parts. Life (S1), Death (S2-3), and Resurrection (S4-5).