Breaking the news, JP between Dean and Jay

<snip>
Jay was shocked, beyond belief, a murderer on the Blue
Dwarf, still loose.
 
“I hope your detective skills haven’t been
affected by being turned into an 8 year old Phil…you gotta find this guy
before they kill again”
 
“Alwight alwight pooh-pooh head, I’ll see
what I can do…”
 
Jay sat back, and tried to figure out how he was going
tell Dean that his girlfriend, Jasmine Starbolt, was dead.
<END SNIP>
 
"Dean" came Jay's voice over the comm,
"Hey, Jay. As well as that wiper can you pick up a new spry can of blue
paint? Some of the paintwork got a bit burnt"
"Dean. Can, you, um.. come to my office?"
"Why? I haven't had a major crash in a while! If
you discount the scoop thing. Is someone fixing that?"
"It's about something other then flying."
"Whatever Jay. Can't it wait?"
"Not really." said Jay
"Look Jay” Dean said as the door to Jay’s
office opened “If this is about that $£20 I borrowed, seriously, the
cheques in the post...."
He stopped as he entered and saw Jay stood by the
window, his back to the office door, leaning on the window frame with an
extended arm, Alota sat on Jay's desk. "Whats...going on?"
Dean was acutely aware of the door shushing shut and
locking behind him. "Why's she here?"
"Well, Dean, you see..." started Jay. He
stopped, and started again, "The thing is..."
Alota glanced at her husband. "Jasmine's
dead."
Dean smiled and fell over.
"I told you we should have done it in his
quarters! He might have fallen on something soft but noooo you insisted on
doing it in your office..."
"Have you SEEN Dean’s quarters?"
"Look shut up and help me!" Alota snapped,
and Jay helped her lift Dean up into a chair, he slowly came round.
"Jasmine...?" he uttered, his voice broken.
      "Jasmine is dead. Yes." said
Alota.
"Oh, your touchy-feely stuff really works."
said Jay, sarcastically, before turning serious again. "They found her
murdered in the cargo bay."
"MURDERED?!!" yelled Dean. His voice
distinctly unbroken, filled more with murderous rage.
Alota kicked Jay. "Smegging moron." she muttered
"Look the guy has to be told!"
"YES BUT YOU DID IT WITH AS MUCH TACT AS CEREBRUM
HAS GENEROSITY!"
"Guys guys!" Dean said "Please...I kinda...need
you both at the moment..."
"Sorry man.."
"Yes..sorry Dean"
"Do we know..?"
"How she was killed?" Jay asked "No..Phil's
called  Doctor Keto to do a post-mortem, where it happened? Looks like the
cargo bay"
“I meant, do we know WHO did it? Whoever it was…is
gonna PAY!” he smashed his fist into Jay’s desk, sending desk items
flying, shattering the glass on Jay and Alota’s wedding photo even cracking
the wood if the surface itself in an uncharacteristic show of pure rage, anger
filling every vein in his body.