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Date Posted: 21:09:51 12/27/03 Sat
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: 18
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Witchblade/The Pretender Crossover continued" on 20:10:07 12/14/03 Sun

For 5 miserable days they surveilled Walter F. Harrison with no results. Like any good career military man he had a set schedule, a short jog to the newspaper stand at 6:30, breakfast on his balcony at 7:15, off to the recruitment office by 8:00, lunch at noon and back home by 5:00. Ian had been right, all her years as a cop had not prepared her for 5 days in a car with two Pretenders. They left the car only when necessary and the least antsy movement or complaint got you a nun worthy withering look from Jarod. Sara was losing faith in Ian's abilities though she didn't voice her concerns. "What if he already has the boy?"

"He'd stay home and work with him," Jarod answered curtly.

"Not necessarily, he could be using some of the same indoctrinations that were used for the Dragons. You don't have to have anyone there if you are drugged or tied to a chair forced to watch videos."

"Brainwashing at Home for Dummies," Sara quipped.

"He'd be fed a low protien diet to become more pliable, forced into inactivity to further weaken him physically, you may be onto something." Jarod looked from Sara to Ian, "we need to get closer to him. Let's go home get a nights rest, regroup a little and we'll rent the apartment next to his."

"What if it belongs to some Gramma who has lived there for years?" His confidence annoyed Sara.

"We'll just have to give her enough incentive to move out for a little while."

After a much needed bath to soak the 5 days of funk away, Sara crawled into bed beside Ian. "Feel better?"

"I feel human again."

"I haven't enjoyed a shower that much since I got out of the Service." He kissed her on the forehead, "I don't think I can stay awake long enough to play Scheherazade."

Sara shifted to her side and snuggled closer to his hard warm body, "hmmmm, I'll still give you a reprieve if you'll act as a teddybear and not a storyteller."

A loud banging startled Ian and Sara awake, Ian rolled over and covered his head with a pillow, Sara began cursing and buried herself under the covers. "Get up you two," Jarod chirped cheerfully as he ripped the covers from the bed. "We have a new apartment to move into, I'll expect you downstairs in 20 minutes."

"He's a cyborg right? Some sort of Terminator-esqe robot that never stops?"

Ian chuckled, "we better get up or he'll be back," he stated in his best Swartzennager impression.

Sara turned over to gaze into mirthfilled amber eyes, "proud of yourself for that one aren't you?"

"Yeah, actually, I am. Pretty good for a first thing in the am quip."

Sara remained unconvinced, "un huh, I'll be in the bathroom if the cyborg does come back, your mission, if you choose to take it is to keep him from walking in on me."

Ian tsked, "your mixing genre's."

"Oh, shut up," Sara turned a deaf ear to his chuckles and slammed the bathroom door. This morning person stuff had to be in a Pretender's make-up. She made it downstairs with 3 minutes to spare. Ian smoothly handed her a travel mug of coffee. "Thanks."

"Consider that a peace offering, you're not going to like what you hear." Jarod patted Ian comfortingly on the back and headed to the car.

"We don't have the apartment?" She eyed Jarod's retreating form.

"No, we've got the place, you and Jarod will be moving in mid morning." Ian waited for his words to sink in, cringing internally.

"Jarod and me?!?! Not all 3 of us? Where are you going to be?"

"I could put the mission in jeopardy. If he is using strobes, and we have to rush the place, I could seizure. I've simmed the situation and so has Jarod we both came to the same conclusion, I put the child at further risk."

"So, next thing you're going to tell me is I'm playing his wife in this little charade? Ian, I don't really feel comfortable around him when your with us."

"You've just seen him at weird moments, he's really a good guy, just a little intense. I swear as soon as this is over and you get to know him outside of this, you'll like him."

Sara gave him a dubious look, "let's go, we've got a kid to save."

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