S1 E1 "Pilot" (RP)

Jemma turns and swish her hair dramatically. Yes Chief Sarah, what can we do for you?. Jemma stands to great the Chief and to be the proper hostess. Can we get you anything?. Now she is standing one can truely appricate Jemmas outfit. A tight pair of jeans and a loose cream colored blouse, completes the ensemble, along with a pair of sturdy black working boots. She makes it look elegant

The chief's face bounces between several emotions--she gets a little overwhelmed dealing with you all: uncomfort at Tereza and Caoline's banter; annoyance at Deacon reminding her of past run ins; cockiness at Tara's bored expression.

She settles with answering Jemma's offer. "No. No, I'm fine; thanks though." She also declines to take a seat, despite the offered one. Instead, she awkwardly places her hands on the table and addresses the general question regarding why she's here.

"We've got a, ah, situation--a scene really--that we--I mean I--would appreciate you having a look at."

"Some cross country skiers found a car out near the Devil Pines trail. Looks like it was buried in the snowstorm we had this past week. And with the thaw..." she shrugs.

"Well, there's a couple bodies in the car. And their state is," she sighs and puts her hands in her pockets, "well, their state is pretty weird. You kinda gotta see it to believe it."

"You all helped out a lot with that Jeremy Hollands case. And I know it's asking a lot, but if, at least, some of you could come out tomorrow and take a look at the scene--you know; get your 'expert' opinion..."

"...I'd really appreciate it."

After having her own offer first mirrored by Jemma and then ignored by Chief Sweeney, Tereza stands awkwardly by her chair for a moment before slinking back down into it. "We would be happy to help." She takes off her glasses for a moment, transforming her face somewhat as the proportions of her features seem to shift enough without the lenses to make her look just a bit different. After rubbing her eyes, she puts them back on. "Early in the morning, yes? After that, we have our own preparations to work on. We do not want to be homeless, no?"

There's another grimace at the blatant use of the word homeless, especially right in front of the chief. Caroline keeps the grin up and let's out a chuckle to try and mask her u certainty.

'Tereza is of course exaggerating, however while I will be happy to help the town out, as the other might be as well, if we are to spend our time we could be working on their business.. A consulting fee or something would make sense?'

Of coarse Chief. Jemma puts on her coat, ready to go now. I assume that you want our expert opinion while the scene is as fresh as posible, right? Tomorrow it would have melted more

"Well, that is certainly an option as well," Tereza says excitedly when she sees that Jemma is getting ready to leave right away. She throws a glance over to her coat, hanging behind the bar counter. "And I think an even better one. I cannot wait to see what this is about." She throws Caroline a look. The idea of asking for a consulting fee didn't even occur to her. The times she has helped out the police before, it was because it's exciting, not for any reward.

She turns to Tara. "Assuming of course we're done here for right now?"

You said the bodies were in the car, so that'll rule out anything like an animal attack. Could they have simply broke down and died from exposure to the cold? Deacon sits forward and is instantly giving the Chief his undivided attention. Just as he was about to speak again, Jemima mentions heading out now. Standing up he grabs his coat from the back of the chair and starts to put it on. With his impulsive nature kicking in, Deacon is ready to head out now.

"Deacon, if the Chief thinks this is something we can help with," Tereza tells him with a chuckle. "Then I'm sure they already ruled out exposure. Let's trust her that the bodies are in a weird state."

And more importantly, she adds in her thoughts. Let's have a look at them.

Caroline stares as the rest of the coven in disbelief as the jump to help. They had just been discussing financial troubles and yet all of that seemed forgotten at the mention of a mystery. Mysteries didn't pay bills. She sighs and grumbles under her breath as she pulls on her suit jacket. '..fine sounds like you've got us at least for a little bit.

Sarah has largely remained quiet during the conversation, but her interest piques when the sheriff enters and makes her case. "Sheriff, I don't mean to be crass, but we're more than a little financially strapped. Any chance there is a reward or incentive for helping out? I mean, we will regardless, but..." She rises and puts on her winter gear.

Tara gives an exasperated half-smile. "Yeah. Yeah we're done. We'll meet tomorrow and bounce ideas." She gets up, grabs her beer and heads for the bar.The chief tries to field all the questions--the camera following the crew as they don jackets, hats, scarves, etc. and head for the door with her.

She addresses Caroline and Sarah. "*Sigh* I have a discretionary fund, but how the hell would I even note this in the ledger? *Sigh* I'll see what I can do, and get back to you..."

Addressing Tereza and Deacon, she says. "Yeah. It's definitely not only exposure. I'll say that much. You just kinda have to see it. Although exposure may need to be what's recorded on the autopsy report."

To Jemma, the chief says, "I only got the squad car." She points at it, as you leave the brewery, resting in the street against the curb. Snow's building up on its windshield. "Are you all O.K. following me, or does anyone want to ride behind the cage?"

Caroline's eyes dart to Sarah as she is more blunt about the reason asking for a fee, and grits her teeth. Yes they were in a bit of a tight time, but they didn't need to repeatedly point out to the sheriff they were struggling. They would get out the rough patch soon and no-one needed to know they were ever in it. '...consulting? They just don't need to know what we're experts on.'

'I'll pass on the police car. Can't have anyone thinking I've done something wrong now if they see me.' She adds a wink trying to bring back a jovial tone. Knowing the kind of cases Sarah brought them, the ones in their domain, they needed to joke while they could.

"Me on the other hand, I want people to think just that," Tereza comments with a grin. "Makes me look dangerous. Like bad girl. Please arrest me, Officer Sweeney." She holds out her wrists towards the woman as if expecting to be handcuffed, then follows her to the police car.

Tereza resieves a smack in the back on the head from Jemma as she passes by. Behave!

Outside Jemma gets into the breweries small pickup truck. A small dreamcatcher with a pink crystal in the middle, starts to swing back and forth as the engine turns over.
Get in! She calls

Deacon leans over and laughs as he hears Tereza's comment. The back of a patrol car isn't all that glamorous, trust me I know. Deacon says as they all head outside. Looking around at the vehicles, Deacon decides to throw caution to the wind. I'll ride with the Chief, it'll be a change riding up front.

Caroline rolls her eyes at Tereza's antics as she also walks past. 'If anyone sees you in the back I don't know you. Sarah are you on team sensible or maverick? ' Her tone is still lighthearted as she hops into the passenger seat of the pickup.

Sarah climbs into the brewery's pickup truck and buckles in.

Jemma's 'reprimand' of Tereza comes just in time to keep Chief Sweeney from stammering in embarrassment.

Face still red, she opens the squad car's rear door. "Whoever wants in, just, get in. And don't make it weird."

Really, Sarah Sweeney has always considered herself easy going--especially for a member of the force. But the coven always makes her feel uptight and stodgy.





Car doors close with satisfying whomp thunks, gears are shifted, and tired crunch over fresh snow as the two vehicles pull away and drive west.

Establishing Shot - the camera swoops in over the snow covered pine forest. Two vehicles pull to a slow to a stop on what's, little more than, an access road. There's already a squad car on the scene, with an officer leaning on the trunk. There is a second car already at the location as well, still mostly covered in snow.

Scene opens with everyone exiting the chiefs squad car, or the coven's truck. The snow the new arrivals crunch through, as they approach the already waiting squad car, is ankle deep.

The chief talks as you go, breath misting in the air. "This is still a crime scene, so go easy, O.K."

"We've identified the two decedents, from I.D.s found in the car." The group closes in on the snow covered car. "And you all know Officer Hadley, I think." She gestures at the young man.

He nods to the coven as he approaches. His face clearly shows indifference. Maybe forced tolerance.










Hadley leads you over to the driver side door and shines his flashlight in through the window.



Inside the car you see a man and woman--age indeterminate by the level of desiccation. The victim's have looks of surprise on their faces, and hairy strands extend from their exposed skin. The interior of the car, including the victim's bodies, is covered in a layer of a shiny yellow substance.

"You can open the door if you want." Hadley offers to anyone listening.

Sitting in the back of the police car, Tereza eyes Sweeney closely as they ride, both directly and in the rearview mirror. She's silent for a while but there are thoughts swirling in her mind. She had been kidding around but something about the older woman's reaction had aroused something in her. She's still kidding around. Mostly.

She throws a glance at Deacon in the front passenger seat as well but decides he won't mind. As they're approaching the crime scene Sweeney is taking them to, Tereza leans forward. In a low voice, her slavic accent on full display, she asks the policewoman, "So, was that a 'no' to handcuffing me or a 'let's first get to know each other better'?"
It's a long shot. A very long shot. But hey, sometimes it's fun to shoot even if you doubt you'll hit the target.