Constance was working in Manhatten freelance doing what she does best, ahem, when a gangrel of age came in to her office asking for help. He said his family, which he'd followed through the years, had been fighting for the rights to certain artifacts stored on display in a Fort Ticonderoga museum in up state NY. (I believe this is where I say “google it”. ;) ) Anyway she was pretty excited. It wasn't good money, but she always wanted to do a heist and stick it to PETA.

After getting a small hatchet, some knives, and ceremonial artifacts from the exhibit she was spray painting “Fur and MURDER is MURDER!” when she heard the small town police pulling in. Turns out they have better security than she thought.

“Looks like you could use a hand.” Looks up and Connor is there. “You didn't trip the alarm on the glass. It was that necklace you grabbed that had a pressure plate.”

“Crap…Rookie mistake, huh?”

“Don't worry about a thing, love. I'm Connor by the by.” Police break through the front door of the museum section of the building, but Constance watches Connor's finger poised over a red detonator from his pocket.

“Come on, boys, we're trying to have a conversation!” An explosion in the abandoned barracks shakes the building and sends the cops flying back into their cars to call the bomb squad. He drags CJ towards a motorcycle, but when she protests about her car being left behind he clicks the button again, obliterating her car and accidentally taking out a cop car in the process. “…oops?” When they get to the reservation Redgrave (the Gangrel they were both working for) explained he couldn't afford to lose track of the items and sent them both independently. Promises Constance a new car will be on her property the following evening.

Connor: I don't know about you, but that was fun.

CJ: I don't call almost getting destroyed fun as often as you must.

Connor: Maybe you just haven't been having enough of it. *hands her his card* I saved your ass tonight.

CJ: And you expect something in return?

Connor: Let's just promise to do it again sometime.

CJ:…You mean you don't want anything.

Connor: Well I wouldn't say that. *sits on the back of the bike, throws her his helmet* Let's just agree our paths were meant to cross.

CJ: *about to protest*

Connor: Come on. I'll even get you to Manhatten before you turn to ash.

CJ: Nothing is ever free, Mr…

Connor: Fitzroy. Connor Fitzroy. Keep the card. I'll be in touch.

CJ: What were you getting from Redgrave?

Connor: *pause* Satisfaction.

CJ: So justice? I can live with that. Mr. Fitzroy, if you wouldn't mind. We're losing moonlight.

Connor: I'm Irish, love. I missed my chance at justice years ago. But we ARE losing night. Let's get you back in one piece.

Leave when he drops her off. Agree to be civil. Should he ever need something stolen…and she ever need something destroyed or returned to its rightful owner…they'd know where to call.