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Date Posted: 22:42:17 11/04/03 Tue
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 6
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover" on 22:29:45 11/04/03 Tue

After an early supper with Sydney, Ian and Sara retired to his room. Sara showered and changed into some more of Ian's pj's he had thoughtfully laid on the counter. When she emerged from the luxurius bathroom she found Ian sprawled across the bed with a remote in his hand. A large flatscreen tv had appeared at the foot of the bed seemingly from nowhere. She pointed at it as she dove across the bed next to him. "The trunk down there is not really a trunk, it hides the entertainment center."

"Rich guy gadgets?"

"Yep." He pressed a button on the remote and the tv descended into the trunk followed by the rest of the system.

"That is so cool. Let me try it!" She nabbed the remote and pressed the little button, watching in rapt fascination as the panel slid open, the vcr/dvd, surroundsound eased out and the tv rose. She went to push the button again. "TV goes up, TV goes down, TV goes up...."

"Ok, Homer, you'll break it." Ian said as he took the remote.

"Homer?"

"Homer Simpson. You know D'oh! The Simpsons, long running cartoon series, absurd little yellow family."

"You calling me a fat balding yellow cartoon guy?" Sara punched him in the arm. "Wait a minute, you like The Simpsons?"

A bright grin covered his face, "I have all the DVD's."

"Next thing I know you'll tell me you like South Park." She snatched the remote from his hand and made like she was going to push the button again.

Ian quickly stole it back and grabbed her by the wrists straddling her, "you must respect my auth-o-ri-ty!" He mimicked in his best Cartman imitation.

"Oh my God, you like South Park!"


"I like some of it, they do tend to cross the line from time to time." Ian's smile became even wide with her obvious dismay. She hadn't really seemed to notice the position they were in.

"What's your favorite?"

"Huh?"

"Episode?"

"Simpsons or South Park?"

"Both."


"Simpsons, I couldn't begin to tell you there are just too many. South Park would have to be the aliens one."

"Where Cartman doesn't get an anal probe."

"That's the one. 'why has everything today involved things either going up or coming out my ass.'" Ian screwed up his face in a Cartman imitation.

Seeing this usually oh so serious man imitiate rauchy idiotic cartoon child was too much for Sara Sara and she laughed so hard tears were streaming down her face. Jake and Danny she'd expect this from, not Ian Nottingham. He released her wrists and sat back on his heels to watch her. He never expected to have her sprawled across his bed laughing with him like they were a couple of teenagers.
Sara's laughter subsided and she became a little self concious under his scrutinity. "What?"

"You are so beautiful, you do truly take my breath away."

Sara felt a blush cover her face and she twisted away from beneath him, "you know I've never had anyone say that before and actually believed it, but you don't make it sound like a line and when you look at me I feel beautiful."

Ian cupped the back of her head and leaned towards her. Sara closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss. Their lips were a hairsbreadth away when a loud knock sounded sent them cursing in in opposite directions.

"Jarod!" Sara heard Ian mutter in a tone that vaguely sounded like Seinfeld hissing out 'Newman' as he crossed the floor to let in the interupter. She swallowed hard half wishing they had that first kiss nonsense out of the way half glad it hadn't happened.

"I'm about to call it a day, I just wanted to check on you, man." Jarod looked past Ian as he spoke and gave Sara a little wave. She knew he wouldn't bring up anything about the case.

"Sydney and I talked and Sara's going to stay here tonight, I'm fine. We'll start fresh tomorrow, ok?"

"Only if your ready. Night you two."

"Night."

Goodnight."

Ian turned to look at Sara, he shrugged not really knowing what to do now, "you want to watch something?" He opened what she thought was a wardrobe full of clothes only to reveal a massive collection of DVD's.

Sara whistled, "wow."

"Why don't you pick something out and I'll go make us some popcorn."

Figuring they both needed a little humor and escapism, Sara picked one of her old favorites, The Princess Bride. They snuggled up with a bowl of popcorn between them and were both asleep when Buttercup, Wesley, and company rode away in the sunset. Sara woke alone, the early morning sun streaming through the opened drapes. She glanced around the room, not finding Ian, she made her way to the bathroom. She found her freshly laundered jeans and shirt in the bathroom. She went about her morning rituals then headed towards the kitchen in search of coffee. As she rounded the corner she could hear Ian and Sydney's laughter. Syndey was nursing a cup of coffee and Ian was cooking over the massive stove in the center of the kitchen. Sydney was chucking at Ian who had a spatula pointed at him. Not even turning towards her as she approached, Ian held out a cup of coffee.
"Thanks." She took the chair next to Sydney so she could watch her protector wielding kitchen utensils.

"Good morning, Sara." Syd smiled at the woman beside him as her hungry eyes devoured his former student.

"Sydney, can you watch this for a bit, I need to go wake Jarod up?"

"I can get him if you like."

"No, I owe him one," Ian winked as he grabbed a large pot and a huge metal spoon, bounding off.

"No good can come from that, huh?" They were worse than two brothers trying to out do one another.

"No, I imagine not. Jarod is not the morning person he used to be." That was a bad habit he picked up from Parker.

A sullen Ian and smirking Jarod turned the corner. Ian loudly plopped his implements of destruction on the counter obviously disappointed and took his original post at the stove. Ian began adding various food stuffs to the large skillet, Jarod watched over his shoulder and reached around nabbing a few bites from the mixture. Ian whacked him across the back of the hand with the spatula, a resounding smack echoed through the kitchen, "Ouch!"
"I learned that from a very talented nun at school."

Jarod frowned at Ian as he rubbed his hand sitting down beside Sydney who was shaking his head at their antics. "I didn't remember that you went to Catholic school, Ian."

"Oh, I didn't, I was a Priest on a pretend. Nuns have an uncanny abitlity to strike fear and respect in their students. I always wondered, I would see children on school trips at museums or galleries and the Catholic School kids were much better behaved than the others, when I was at Sacred Blood, I sat in on several classes. I discovered the secret has to be those rulers they keep hidden up their sleeves, those poor kids were terrified of getting their hands smacked. "

"You were a priest?" Sara said in disbelief. "Wait a minute, Sacred Blood? You were helping out Father Aloysha?"

"Yes, one of the younger priests was using the church as a front for drug smuggling. Father Aloysha was set to take the fall for it."

"I can't believe that was you? Jake was on loan to narcotics for that one."

"Yeah, I know he interviewed me."

"And he didn't recognize you?" Unbelievable.

"Yeah, he's not the sharpest stick in the bunch." Ian stated as he passed them plates full of omlettes.

"Whatever possessed you to do this pretend, Christian? From what I recall you were rather disgusted with the idea of organized religion."

"As I said Father Aloysha is a very special person, whether you believe in his god or not the Father is a just and honest man, he did not deserve the fate that would have befallen him."

The remainder of breakfast was filled with few comments as everyone settled in to eat. Ian was a fabulous chef as well, Sara finally pushed the plate away before she made herself ill. "That was incredible."

"He learned it from me," Jarod offered up.

"Sorry, Jarod, there's no spam or spray cheese in this so it isn't your recipe, just ask Sydney."

"Sydney doesn't plan to get involved in one of your spats, so he is going back to his room." Syd excused himself from the room and made his way upstairs.

"So, what's the plan for the day, boys?"

"You and I are going to go over foresnsics results from yesterday and you are going back to the office and work on a more defined profile."

"I'm fine Jarod, I can go to crimescenes."

"After yesterday, I imagine you have more of a feel for the guy, you will help me more by perfecting that profile."

Sara breathed a silent sigh of relief when he said that. She hadn't particularly wanted Ian back in the saddle so soon either.

"Well, I say we get a move on, I'll have to leave early for the benefit."

"Let's go."

Ian pulled her aside, "if you get away early will you come to the benefit?"

"I would like to but I don't have anything to wear."

"I will have a dress delivered, please...."

How could she resist that endearing little pleading voice. "Fine, but I'm not making any promises."

"Thank you. Now I have one more request before we part."

Sara smiled and raised her eyebrows at the sly expression on his face. "Yes?"

"This," he pulled her quickly to him and brushed his lips across hers ever so gently.

She gasped slightly and he pressed closer to her and began to nibble on her bottom lip. Both participants were so caught up in their sensual awakening neither saw Sydney approach so they both started violently when he cleared his throat rather loudly.

"I apologize for the interuption but Jarod is coming and I doubt he is the one you wish to catch you making out in the corridor," Sydney said with a smirk.

Casting a guilty yet enamored look to Ian, Sara turned on her heel running into Jarod, "I thought we were leaving?"

"I waited on you at the...." Confused Jarod trailed along the now retreating womanly form.

"Sydney do you wish to join me? I could use someone to bounce ideas off of."

"I'll just get my coat."

Sara led Jarod down the long poorly lit hall to Vicky Po's lab. She mulled over warning Jarod about Vic but just didn't know where to start. "Hey, Po! What'cha got for me?"

VIcky looked up from her microscope past Sara to Jarod and gave him a laciviously smile, "who's the hottie, Pez?"

"A married FBI agent I'm working on a case with."

The coroner just sighed, Pez got all the hot unattainable guys. "VIcky Po," she held out her hand to Jarod.

"Jarod Charles."

"Ok, male child approximately 6 years of age, no apparent cause of death, various broken bones, none life threatening. Judging from the striations on some of his teeth and the general fraility of the bones I'd say he wasn't very healthy or had poor nutrition. I'm trying to extract some DNA to run tests for any genetic diseases."

"If you had to venture a guess at the cause of death what would it be?"

"Ultimately, asphyxia, starvation, oddly enough, exposure even though he was enclosed in the wall. He clawed down to the bone, there were no nails left except for his thumbs."

"Thanks, Vic, we gotta go."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Po."

"You too, later Pez."

"No wonder Ian reacted the way he did." The fact that he still carried the ability to be so loving and carefree stunned Sara. Most people would be in mental hospitals but then again Ian Nottingham wasn't most people. She smiled as she thought of the sweet kiss he had given her this morning.

Jarod watched her closely before he started the car, that she cared for his friend was obvious, he just hoped they had an easier time of it than he and Parker had.

Sara was aggravated, they had waited in the car in the pouring rain for Garrison for almost 2 hours before he called to cancel. She could have been at the benefit with Ian instead of making small talk with Jarod. He drove her back to her apartment and true to his word Ian had left a stunning forest green slipdress and wrap. She changed quickly, carefully applied makeup, and pulled her hair down from her usual ponytail letting it curl slightly around her shoulders.

"Wow!" Jarod had changed into a tux he just happened to have in the trunk of his car.

"I can look like a chick when I want." Sara smirked at his expression as she passed him to the door. "You coming?"

"Yeah, lets go save Ian from those society women."

When they entered, Jarod went straight to the greeter, "we are looking for Mr. Nottingham's table, he's expecting us."

"Yes, he's seated at table 11 but I believe he and his companion are on the dancefloor at this moment." He gestured towards the table then carefully pointed out the elegant couple gliding across the dancefloor.

A wave of anger, disappointment, and jealousy ran through Sara. Jarod nudged her not really paying attention to Ian, "there's Sydney, lets go see him."

"You go on, I think I'll go to the table." She honestly wanted to turn and leave but curiosity about this woman carried her to the table. It was close to the dancefloor and she got a good look at the tall brunette safely ensconced in Ian's arms. They were focused soley on each other now slow dancing to Dream a Little Dream of Me. They made a stunning couple dressed to the nines, every move fluid and seemingly choreographed in perfect harmony. It made her sick. The song eventually ended melding into a faster one and they started towards her, the damnable woman clinging to Ian's arm, laughing at something he'd said. He was just as bad smiling down at her, an arm firmly wrapped around her waist, looking like a GQ wetdream in formal wear.

Jarod and Sydney sat down as the couple approached, a frown covered Jarod's face. Ian smiled broadly as did the woman on his arm as they reached the table and its occupants. "What are you doing with her?" Jarod asked his eyes narrowing never leaving Ian's smiling face.

Ian held the chair out for his companion unconcerned with the glares from across the table and sat down opposite of Jarod, "getting her hot, sweaty, and I plan on returning her to you tired," Ian punctuated every word making sure each one was understood.

"Oh, good God, Sydney have they been like this the entire time?" the woman said in disgust as she slapped Ian on the arm.

"Yes, Parker I'm afraid they have."

Bright blue eyes roamed over her and Sara felt decidedly like a bug under glass. So this was the much discussed Parker. "Honestly neither of them act like this with other men, something about one another just sets them off. Sometimes its a bit arousing but for the most part its annoying as Hell." She extended a perfectly manicured hand towards Sara, "I'm Parker, Jarod's wife and Ian's savior for the evening. You must be Sara, Ian has told me a great deal about you."

Sara shook the proffered hand, feeling way outclassed by this stunning formidable woman. "Sara Pezzini, pleased to meet you, Mrs. Charles."

"Everyone calls me Parker." She leaned across the table to caress his hand.

"How are you feeling, love?"

"Hot, sweaty and a bit tired," she said quite honestly not thinking back to what Ian had thrown at Jarod earlier.

"My work here is done," Ian stated smugly.

Parker gave him a genital freezing glare, and his smile faded slightly and any further comments were kept to himself.

"Sara that dress is lovely where did you get it. The color goes so well with your eyes."

"Ian picked it out and had it sent to me. I'm not exactly a girly girly clothes horse, I had nothing to wear to this type of thing, so he took pity on me.

"Parker would you like to dance?"

"No Jarod, honey I want you to take me home, run me a hot bath and share it with me."

Jarod stood immediately, "If you''ll excuse us." He embraced his wife and they turned to leave, "Sara, I would like for us to sit down and talk with out all the testosterone flowing."

"I'd like that as well."

They departed and Ian leaned over to Sara, I think they had the right idea, how about you?"

"My house or yours?"

"Yours I think. That way we will all be in the same place in the morning."

"Shall we?" He held out his elbow. "Sydney, are you riding with us?"

"There are a few collegues here I've yet to speak to, I'll find my way back. You children have fun."

They slipped into the waiting limo, Ian immediately pulled Sara against him and kissed her on the temple. "You look incredible tonight."

She slid her hand under his jacket across the silk of his shirt and hard muscles of his chest, "you look pretty incredible yourself. You and Parker seem pretty comfortable with one another."

Ian chuckled, if he didn't know better that was a wave of jealousy from Sara, "we met at The Centre, when I was 11 or 12, back then ten years was a great difference in age, later when I was 17 and training in Japan we met again. She didn't recognize me. We became a bit fascinated with one another from afar, my training didn't allow for much contact and her boyfriend at the time was unamused with my interest and curtailed it sharply. When she realized who I was and Tommy no longer saw me as a threat, we were allowed more contact. We became close friends." He sensed the question he doubted Sara would ask, "we were never lovers. She has always been Jarod's even when she was with someone else."

"I've just never seen you with another woman before, it was surprising and to be so touchy with her..." Sara trailed off feeling like a fool.

"When they first got together Parker was extremely possesive and it annoyed Jarod to no end. I ran into them one day and he got all huffy and pissed when we hugged and generally acted chummy. So now, Parker and I do this just to get at him."

"Why are you so combative towards him?"

Ian shrugged, "it's all about getting a reaction from him, he likes to pretend he doesn't have the same base emotions as the rest of us, lust, jealously, etc etc... He doesn't like having the tables turned on him."

"Competative testosterone if you ask me," Sara said pointedly.

Ian grinned, "yeah, a little. I did a lot of the simulations he refused and at first to gauge my intellect, they used me to pick apart or redo many of his sims. It bothered him if I did something faster or better. He really bugged me a lot back then, always so self righteous. Things were either black or white, there were no shades of grey and no middle ground. I was taught to see everything from each possible angle, to consider the problem and solution, not necessarily those involved. Why are we discussing Jarod and Parker when we are alone and looking quite attractive in the back of a limo?" He asked suddenly.

Sara couldn't help but laugh, "I have no idea. We're missing a serious amount of uninterupted make out time."

"Hmmm," he pulled her to sit across his lap and brought his lips to hers, "that can be rectified."

Sara raised her face to present her lips to him but he bypassed them and placed small biting kissed down her jawline to her neck. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and offered her throat to his exploration. She couldn't stop the tremors that ran through her body or the chill bumps that began to appear as the new growth of his beard scraped across the tender skin at the base of her throat. One of her hands was clenched around the back of his neck and the other was busy pulling buttons loose on his shirt. "Ian," she hissed as he nipped a particularly erogenous area.

He pulled away and looked into her passion bright eyes. She pulled his head towards hers and they began a series of fierce kisses. She gasped at the intensity and he took the opportunity to entwine his tongue with hers. She was shaken by the sheer eroticism of this man as he plundered every inch of her mouth, tracing the delicate ridges of the roof of her mouth then suckling her tongue in his mouth. So lost in this man she barely registered the sudden draft that surrounded them.

"Ahem, Sir, we have arrived."

Untangling from around each other the dazed couple looked up to see the limo door opened to the stairs leading to the mansion. "Thank you, Scott." Ian took her by the hand and led her into the house. Sara started giggling, here she was 32 years old and got caught making out in the backseat of a car. Ian looked at her quizzically, "what?"

"Just the irony of being caught in the backseat of a car at our age."

"We do seem to get caught quite a bit don't we?" Ian stopped her in the hallway, "do you think we are rushing into this?"

"Yeah, maybe we should slow down just a bit. I tend to fly into relationships and no good ever comes of it. I want this to work."

"So, do I," he rested his forehead on hers, "but I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want to go." She hadn't slept so good in years as she had last night in his arms. "Maybe we can just fool around a little, then get some sleep?"

"I like the sound of that. Now, lets get into my room before someone shows up." Sara pushed him towards the heavy door leading to his room.

I'm going to it the bathroom, will you get me some pj's?" She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"I will."

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