"Here's the report I promised," Joanne yawned, dropping a thick file onto Sirius' desk.

            "That was fast," Sirius mumbled before looking up.  "Shit, Annie, when was the last time you slept?"

            "Last time I was here," she whispered, sitting on the edge of the desk.  "Anyway, I was able to break the code.  We already knew that the killer was wizard and male.  From that," she motioned towards the file, "we also know that he is English, rich and well-educated.  From the language patterns and word use, I'd say he went to school beyond the regular seven years.  He's also English, this confirms it, again through language patters.  If you can't tell, our killer is male; that is from the analysis of handwriting.  The lines are much too angular and harsh to be from a female.  He's left-handed as well, from the slanting of the writing.  Our killer is also loaded.  Someone who is just getting by or even comfortable does not spend that much money on paper.  Finally, the coding itself.  He didn't just code it.  He translated it into Russian, coded it and then put the code into French.  With Zarya's help in languages," Joanne leaned down and flipped to one of the last pages in the file, "our next target is Gracie-Lynne McDonnough.  She's originally from Ohio, transferred to Hogwarts her fifth year.  Dated all the Quidditch captains, most popular girl in the entire school, fits every piece in the victim profile.  She's already being watched, I'd venture to guess."

            "Annie," Sirius sighed, "come here."  Sirius reached out and pulled her onto his lap.  "I admire your dedication, but you won't do us any good dead from lack of sleep.  Aside from the fact we could have another dead Mary Sue soon, why did you rush this?"

            "I want this case done with, Siri."  Joanne dropped her head onto his shoulder and sighed, "I just want it done."

            "Why?"

            "I'm tired of it all.  The around the world apparating, falling off cliffs, being shot at with those damned Muggle guns, getting beat up by stupid ass thug wannabes.  I want out."

            Sirius tipped her chin up, "This is rather sudden."

            "No, I've been playing with it for a while," Joanne shook her head slightly.  "I'm just tired."

            "You need sleep," Sirius said sternly.

            "I need you," Joanne whispered, running her hand along the side of his face.

            "Then have me you shall," Sirius smiled, bringing her face closer to his.  Joanne moaned as he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth.  Her hands made their way into his thick hair, clasping his mouth to hers.  Sirius' tongue was thrusting in and out of her mouth, turning her thoughts distinctly carnal.  She was vaguely aware of her top being untucked and a hand running up underneath it.  She moaned again and began pulling at his robe, wanting him to move her out of his office and into the bedroom.

            "Sirius Black!"

            Joanne pulled away as the voice in the hallway continued yelling, coming closer to the office.  Sirius was trying to catch his breath as the door opened slightly.  Joanne realized her wand was on the other side of the room, preventing her from apparating out of there.  She slid down off his lap and hid herself under the desk just as the footsteps were heard coming into the room.

            "Sirius Black, I have been waiting all week to learn what your Angels have discovered.  So far all I have been given is drivel that any detective could dig up and at a much lower price.  I hope you have some information for me now."

            "Madam Delacort, as you can see, I have just received a very thick file from my Angel.  I haven't had the time to read it as yet."  Sirius opened his mouth to continue but gasped.  "It.is.quite…"

            "Is something wrong, Mr. Black?" the interloper asked severely.

            "Oh gods…  No…  Everything is…  Just bloody lovely," Sirius sighed.  "I would have…contacted you…later."

            "You look ill, Black.  You're sweating.  If you are any indication of what I have purchased, then your Angels are going to be a great disappointment."

            "Not my Angels.  Charlie's," Sirius inhaled deeply.

            Delacort narrowed her eyes at Sirius and leaned across the table.  "Something is off here.  I expect information soon.  And it better be worth the small fortune I am paying you.  Goodbye."

            "Oh gods!  Joanne, oh bloody hell!"  Sirius pushed himself away from the desk.

            "Sorry, I was hungry," Joanne smiled after wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  "I'm not done either.  Come back here."

            "Angel.  They dare call you an Angel," Sirius laughed as he pulled her against him.

            "My Angel?" Joanne whispered against his lips.

            "Mine," Sirius nipped her lower lip, "and I'm very possessive."

            "Just remember how I like my crossbow and you'll be fine," she smiled wickedly.  "Let's go to bed, shall we?"

            "Joanne?  Are you there?  Joey?"

            "Now what?"  They turned to see Jacki's face in the fire.

            "Figured you would be here.  Hi ya Sirius," Jacki smirked.

            "Hello, Jacki.  Why are you in my fireplace?"

            "Actually, just my face is if you want to get technical.  And I'm not here for you, unlike Joey.  Oh, and Sirius, you may want to fix your pants."

            "What do you want, Jacki?  And breathe a word about this to anyone and I'll tell…" Joanne said menacingly.

            "Hey!  I'm sexy not stupid.  We need you, Joey.  Colleen, Zarya and Gabi got themselves arrested.  Again.  We need our resident solicitor."

            "What did they do this time?" Sirius growled.

            "Barroom brawl.  Apparently, some tall, male and handsome who was already attached.  Add beer, tequila and mudslides into the mix and my how our Angels have fallen."

            "Where are they?" Joanne sighed.

            "Austin, Texas, the sheriff's office.  Can you get here quick, it's not looking too good.  Zarya's in a real fine mood."

            "She hates being locked up," Joanne stated.  "I'll be there in a half an hour.  Do not, I repeat do not, let them talk to anyone.  Especially Colleen.  Let her know that flirting with Texas police, describing what she can do with chocolate and caramel, will not help the situation.  They'll add solicitation to the mix."

            "Will do, Joey.  We owe you one," Jacki called before her face disappeared.

            "I can't believe this," Joanne yelled.  "I just wanted some bloody time with you.  I'm going to kill them.  Kill them slowly and painfully."

            "Hey," Sirius pulled her back up against him, "you've got a half hour to get to them."  Lowering them to the floor, Sirius rolled on top of her, "Now, where were we?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            "Which three?"

            "Those three," Joanne pointed to Gabi, Zarya and Colleen.  "Come on ladies, you are free to go."

            "Did you get our wands back?" Zarya whispered.

            "Yes, wait until we are outside," Joanne turned back to the officer.  "Sorry for the misunderstanding officer."

            "No, it is our fault, Ms. Wilding.  Our sincerest apologizes for the mistake."

            Joanne nodded and then pushed the other Angels out the door.  Just outside the door, Joanne stopped.  "Oh shit.  What did this guy look like in the bar?"

            "Handsome and male," Gabi smiled.  "What else do you need to know?"

            "Accent?"

            "No, none."

            "You're in Texas, but no accent."  Joanne looked around quickly, "We've been set up.  Cover now!"  It was too late, blinding flashes of white and yellow light came blazing from an opposite rooftop.  The girls dove for cover, Colleen shouting counter curses and hexes in the direction the light was coming from.

            "Joanne!" Gabi screamed  "Zarya, we need you!"

            Zarya crawled over from where she had rolled to, Colleen providing cover.  "We need to get her out of here.  I can't do anything proper here.  Gabi, call in the containment squad."

            "Already done.  Can you apparate with her?" Gabi asked, but even before she finished, Zarya and the unconscious Joanne were gone.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            "Where is she?" Sirius roared, as he ran tearing into the hospital.

            "She's in with the doctors, Sirius," Jacki said quietly.  "Zarya is doing her thing."

            "How the hell did we miss this?" Sirius snarled.

            "Nothing pointed to it happening," Debbi protested.  "There is no way we could have known."

            "We need to call Charlie.  He needs to know," Gabi whispered.  "He's going to be mad."

            "It wasn't our faults," Zarya stated as she appeared from behind swinging doors.  "Jo's been an Angel since the beginning and even she didn't pick up on it in time."

            Sirius spun around, "Are you blaming her?"

            "No.  This could have happened to any of us.  It's a hazard of the job.  She's not dead; it was a chilling curse.  They are warming her up in there," Zarya explained as another doctor came out from behind the doors.

            "This her family, Dr. Jade?"

            "We are.  How is she?" Macabre asked, Emily and Klover behind her.

            "They're both fine," the doctor confirmed, smiling in Colleen's direction.  After a few moments of flirting, he looked at Sirius.  "Are you Siri?"

            "Yes."

            "She was asking for you.  You can go on back."

            "Thank you," Sirius brushed past the doctor and began to walk through the double doors before stopping and turning back to the doctor, who was getting to know Colleen.  "Did you say they?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            "What else do you need?" Jacki asked, looking up the stairs where Sirius stood, holding a blanket covered Joanne.  "We moved all of her stuff, her research, files, computer, right down to her glasses, into your room."

            "That's it," Sirius stated flatly.

            "What about clothes?" Brandie asked.

            "She's not going to be needing any," Colleen drawled, grinning.  "Just the way Siri likes her."

            "Colleen," Sirius warned.  "She's recuperating."

            "And pregnant," Gabi smirked.  "P R E G N A N T."

            "Otherwise known as knocked up," Zarya added, laughing.

            "A bun in the oven," Macabre continued, eyes twinkling.

            "With child," Jacki added in a pseudo- Southern drawl.

            "Eating for two," Klover suggested causing the other girls to look at her.  "What?  You guys took all the good ones!" she said defensively.

            "Will you all stop?" Sirius growled.

            "Oh, Sirius stop," Jacki ordered.  "It's yours, you don't have to worry about that."

            "She's only been with you, Sirius, for the last year," Colleen said softly.  "We'd know otherwise."

            "Joey talks in her sleep," Zarya laughed.  "But I am sure you know that," she teased.

            "I'm taking her upstairs," Sirius mumbled, glad with what the Angels were saying.  It wasn't as if he doubted it was his, but it was nice to hear it verified.

            "Sirius," Joanne whispered, waking up.  "Sirius?"

            "Ssh, go back to sleep," Sirius replied, his voice equally soft.

            "Where am I?"

            "Dragon Fire, home," Sirius answered, entering his bedroom.  "My room."

            "Won't Charlie find out for sure now?" Joanne asked her voice tinged with anxiety.

            Lowering her onto the bed, he sat next to her.  "He already knows."

            Joanne gasped, "What?  Oh gods, I got you fired."

            "I'm not fired," Sirius said trying to calm her.  "Neither are you, but you are being taken out of the field."

            "Why?" Joanne questioned.  "Because I screwed up?"

            "You didn't screw up.  No one did.  Like Zarya said at the hospital, it wasn't your fault or any of you girls," he took a deep breath before continuing.  "The reason you are out of the field…  Charlie saw your medical file."

            "What?" she shrieked in fright.

            "No, you aren't dying," Sirius responded, attempting to get her to lie back down.  "It's…  They ran a blood test.  You are pregnant."

            Joanne paled.  "What?" she asked, astonished.

            "About six weeks according to Zarya and the other doctor," Sirius said soothingly.

            "Really?" Joanne asked, not quite believing it.  "A baby.  Sirius," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

            "You really didn't know?"

            "No.  I was tired, but I was working hard.  I wasn't sick or fainting or anything like that.  I didn't even realize I'd skipped…" Joanne blushed.  Her eyes suddenly widened, "It's yours.  You have to know…  This is your baby."

            Sirius nodded, "I know."

            "No," Joanne shook her head, "I have to be sure you know.  There hasn't been anyone else.  Ever since…  Even when it was just sex, it was you.  Just you."

            "Joanne…" Sirius started, wanting her to know that he trusted her, he believed her.

            "We can check," she continued on.  "There is a spell, I'm sure you know it, it is in all the books.  Do it…"

            "There is no need, Annie."

            "Just do it.  So there is never any reason for you to doubt," she pled.

            "Where is this coming from?  Fine," Sirius grabbed his wand and then tried to remember the paternity spell they all learned in their seventh year at Hogwarts.  Pulling the words from the back of his mind, he mumbled the incantation, holding his wand over her.  A bright blue light surrounded her abdomen for a moment and then faded away.

            "Only the father's words can produce it," Joanne whispered happily.

            "I know.  The blue light means it is a boy," Sirius said awed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            "So what now, Sirius?"

            "Colleen, based on the information Joanne provided us," the girls flipped through the copies they were given earlier, "we need to get someone on Gracie-Lynne.  Gabi, you'll be heading to Bath and taking up the cover of Gretchen Moore, her new next door neighbor.  Your contact there will be David Summers, he's a Ministry official, and will smooth your transition."

            "I'm going by myself," Gabi asked, a bit excited to see what this David looked like.

            "No," Sirius sighed, knowing exactly what the little Angel was thinking.  "You'll be accompanied by our newest Angel.  She'll be around later today, she'll be a field agent replacing Joanne."

            "What do you mean replacing?" Jacki asked, her eyes narrowing and her fingers reflexively tightening around the handle of her ever-present ax.

            "Jacki, we are going to welcome her, not hack her into tiny pieces," Sirius admonished.  "Joanne can't be out in the field in her condition, we need someone to take on her role."

            "She's still an angel right?" Zarya asked concerned.

            "Damn straight I am," Joanne laughed entering the room.  "I'll be doing my thing from here, and bailing you guys out of whatever jails you might find yourselves.  But that is it."

            "For now?  Right?"

            "No, once the baby comes I'm not going back out.  But, look, I want you to welcome this Felicia, OK.  And," she said looking around the room, "get this guy.  He's a sick bastard whoever he is.  If he doesn't get Gracie-Lynne he is going to go after someone else.  This guy lives for the taste of blood."

            "You mean, he… he…" Emily stammered, her face scrunched up in disgust.

            "Enjoys them after they are dead.  Yes.  The families had covered that up, it took Zarya opening the medical records to discover it," Sirius finished, smiling at Zarya.

            "What about the rest of us?  What are we doing?" Macabre asked, hoping for something good.

            "Ya mean who are we doing?" Klover laughed.

            Joanne, who was now sitting on Sirius' desk, laughed, "I know who I'm doing, I don't know about the rest of you."

            Sirius groaned, "Will you all please?"  The phone rang on his desk and he reached to pick it up.  "Hello, Charlie.  Yes, thank you again.  We're both very happy.  Boy, figured that out the other night.  Yes, they are all here, save Felicia, she'll be joining us later correct.  I'll put you on speaker."

            Charlie's deep melodious voice came through the little box on Sirius' desk.  "Hello Angels!"

            The girls all leaned forward, closer to the voice, chorusing, "Hi Charlie!"

            "My Angels, here are your assignments.  Colleen and Zarya to London.  Scout the clubs for our guy.  We still don't know how he picks his victims from the hundreds of Mary Sues in the community.  Perhaps someone knows something. 

            "Macabre and Klover to New York City.  We've found one girl who may have escaped.  She's an agent for one of the football teams over there.  Name is Carleen Mendleson.  Find her, she may have valuable information. 

            "Emily and Brandie, Charlie wants you guys to investigate the attack in Texas.  Find out who did it, whether it was our guy or someone else.  Get him but don't kill him, he's worth more to us alive. 

            "Jacki, you too are going undercover.  You're going to try and draw his attention.  You'll be heading to London as well, replacing the assistant to the Minister of Magic.  It's high profile and with your assumed identity of Jaime Marie Lewis, you'll be the Mary Sue to outshine all Mary Sues.  Do whatever you can to get yourself noticed, within the law of course.  We want him to come after you, and Joanne and I will be keeping tabs on you from here.  Once he comes after you, we'll be ready and waiting.  Good luck my Angels, I fear you might need it."