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Date Posted: 22:34:00 11/04/03 Tue
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 2
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover" on 22:29:45 11/04/03 Tue

Sara entered the hole in the wall coffee shop for her designated meeting with SA Jarod Charles and Ian Nottingham. Charles was no where to be found but Nottingham was sprawled out in a corner booth nursing a coffee cup. She strode up the the booth and stood before him, "hey, Nottingham."

Ian's face split in a shit-eating grin, "hey, Sara."

Sara grinned back, "you look better than yesterday." She eased into the seat across from him and poured herself a cup of coffee from the carafe.

He leaned across the table as he pushed the cream and sugar to her, "that's not much of a compliment, Sara."

She couldn't help but be distracted by the dimples that now showed on his shaven face. She was so busy looking at those dimples she didn't really noticed he was talking to her at first. "Oh, ah, sorry, what were you saying?"

Ian gave her a puzzled look, "Jarod will be a bit late, he flew back home to last night for something or other, I didn't quite catch everything he was saying on the drive home."

"So, I'm a little surprised Irons let you go to school."

"The Centre was not exactly PS 137. It was more of a Think Tank boot camp for kids."

Jarod chuckled as he overheard that last bit and sat down by Ian, "that's one way of describing it. Sorry I'm late."

Ian waved the waitress over and Sara was shocked at the obscene amount of greasy food the two healthy physically fit men ordered and subsequently consumed. Danny and Jake were both psuedo health nuts and the astonishment must have shown on her face. Ian gave a little laugh, "something wrong, Sara?"

"Just never figured you two as the greasy spoon types. You'll both be dead by 50 if you keep that up."

"You sound my wife," Jarod said between mouthfuls.

"How is the old girl?"

"You know she doesn't think you're that cute Chris."

"You lie! Horrible utter lies!" Ian hammed like a villian from a d minus movie. He and Jarod burst into laughter.

"I'm suppose to take you school boys seriously?"

Both sat up straight, "we are about to go in deep on the case of a child killer, Sara. We are just blowing off steam before hand."

Jarod finished off his second plate, dropped some money on the table, nad stood, "well, it seems Detective Pezzini is ready to get to it. I rented a room that will work as an office for us. Shall we?"

The agent had been a bit terse and Sara was certain she had pissed him off. The Captain had reamed her about being on her best behavior. Ian noticed the worry that crossed her face, "he's just going into Special Agent mode. You have to do a lot more than ask a straightforward question to get Jarod angry."


Jarod led them to a renavated warehouse that rented out flats. Several large peg boards sat on easels covered in crime scene photo's. A map of the northeast states with push pins placed here and there covered another one. Various electronics covered three tables that sat against the back wall and there was even a dual light box for viewing x-rays. Sara let out a long whistle, so this was what the Bureau could put into a case at the drop of a hat.

Jarod began booting up the various computers and equipment as Ian pulled Sara aside, "Sara, I will warn you that the way Jarod and I were taught to think and our perception will be a bit different from most people. If either of us get sucked in to what we are doing which I can assure you will happen from time to time, don't get offended if we don't respond to you."

"So that place taught you to think way outside the box."

Ian frowned in confusion, "actually it was from inside a bubble."

"Huh?" Now she was confused. Just when she thought he was semi normal.

"Ahh, never mind about that, if we zone out, just give us some time to come back on our own."

"Detective, I'd like you to start viewing case files & Chris...Ian, what am I suppose to call you now?"

"Everyone knows me as Ian here."

"Ian you look over the map, we've obviously missed a pattern somewhere. I'll be going over the photo's again."

Sara turned to walk over to the desk covered in files when Jarod suddenly announced, "Damn, I gotta get some Pez."

She wheeled around, "excuse me? What the Hell did you just say?"

"oh, whoa," Ian held up his arms trying to diffuse the volitile situation Jarod had inadvertantly created. "He means the candy, you know in the stupid little cartoon dispensers. J, her nickname is Pez." Ian moved cautiously towards Sara, "honestly, he lived off the damn things before he got married."

Sara eyed them both suspiciously until Jarod flipped open his leather briefcase that carried an assortment of Looney Tunes Pez dispensers as well as a slinky and a Mr. Potatohead, geez and she thought Nottingham was a freak. "I'll just get on those files." Tension slowly eased out of the room and its three occupants went about their tasks.


After 4 1/2 hours of reviewing old casefiles in realative silence, Sara was begining to get buggy. She tossed down the last file and glanced up at the two men. Ian was about 2 feet from the map staring intently, Jarod was slumped down in an office chair furiously working the slinky back and forth staring at one particular photo on the board before him. It was a little frightening, both men were so focused she was frightened to even speak to them. She now felt bad for all her friends when she went into Witchblade Zone if this was how isolated they felt. Still not comfortable around Jarod she wandered over to his counterpart who had his head cocked almost leaning aginst his shoulder taking the map in from a new direction. He had taken off his royal blue sweater when the room warmed up and Sara had a spectacular view of the play of muscles across his back through the tight red wifebeater he was wearing. It was obviously old and well-worn, with any movement it pulled from where it was tucked into his Levi's, teasing her incessantly with partial views of deeply rippled, tanned flesh.

Finally sensing someone behind him, Ian pulled him out of his head and turned to see Sara, again with that odd look on her face. "Have you been there long?" He stretched his arms over his head and arched his long tighly muscled body back in full extension and held it for a few seconds. Sara was treated with a nice flash of washboard abs, a teasing little innie surrounded by a light sprinkling of curls and a gucci line she could explore for a few days.

Amber eyes searched her verdant ones for an answer, "oh, uh just a minute or two. I read over all the files. It looked like you were the closest to being done."

"I think I have a pattern, if I am correct, it totally ruins the profile they were going by." He glanced over at Jarod, "Yo, J man! Jarod!"

"Hmmm. What? Sorry." Jarod shook himself.

"It's ok, I was the same way. I think we could all use a little exercise and a snack. How about we hit the park. The walk will do us all good and we can find a nice quiet spot to discuss everything without being exposed to it."

"Sounds good to me." Jarod was disappointed he could not get into this killers head, could not find the motivation. But that was precisely why he had brought in his mutli talented friend. Chris/Ian had successfully hidden the brunt of his gifted nature from Sydney annoying the Belgium handler immensely.

Ian could frustrate Sydney like no one Jarod had ever seen. In all honesty they had not been close at the Centre it was only after Jarod escaped and Ian had been pulled from the program only to be stuck in the Black Dragons Project that they met again.

"Jarod, why don't you change into some clothes that don't scream I'm with the FBI."

Ian put his sweater back on and Jarod returned from the bathroom in a black jeans and a black t shirt. He made a comment Sara couldn't hear but Ian popped him on the shoulder for it telling him it wasn't funny.

Sara smirked at they came a bit closer, "hey, Nottingham, put him in a long black coat and some gloves and he'd be wearing your usual uniform." Jarod laughed and punched Ian back.

"I do not wear that anymore," the hurt was evident on his face. He had worked so hard to change his image, the image his father forced upon him.

"It was just a joke, Ian," Sara felt bad, she hadn't seen him except in the news for a couple of years and had no idea how far he had divorced himself from the past with Irons.

"Yeah, sorry, man."

"He's been well and truly dead now for almost 2 years and I still haven't reconciled a few things. My inabitlity to defy what I was told to wear is one of the big ones." He gave them a sad sweet little smile, "but I am doing better now."

"Yes, you are," Sara squeezed his arm.

"I concur."

"Thanks, sorry I just...." he suddenly became interested in his shoes.

Sara put both her hands on his face and forced him to look at her, "It's fine, we understand." He nodded but didn't speak. The movement of his face slid her thumbs into those dimples she had been so fasinated to find. Their eyes met and held, Ian had the first inkling that she may be attracted to him and he blushed profusely. Sara let go of his face blushing herself for being in such an intimate situation with someone else in the room.

Jarod observed the little scene with great interest. He still hadn't figured out the relationship between these two. At times they seemed like they had been lovers for years they were so comfortable with one another then seconds later they were as awkard as 9th graders.

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  • 3 -- Yarvarni, 22:36:05 11/04/03 Tue
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