Eli: Hi all. Guess what I'm doing! Taping a witchblade marathon! I never knew I remembered so many of Ian's lines. Surprise surpsise. Here's a new chap!

-The next day-

"Ian? Ian?! Wake up, dude!"

"Sorry, Gabe. What were you saying?"

"This is the body of the second victim of our sacrifice killer. Christina Raphael, age thirteen. This one was burned alive. Blood markings found in the backround. Did you talk to the band?"

"Yeah, they all cleared out. But possibly might have a suspect."

"Who?"

"The manager. He came up with the band's symbol."

"Ah. So, band any good?"

"Yeah. Really good."

"Did something happen last night?"

"Why?"

"You're acting strange."

"Sara."

"What? Shot down?"

"No. Dance, kiss, and she ran off."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. It's like.....I don't know what it's like."

"Well, she isn't exactly normal. You're trying to court a freak."

"Court? What the hell? We're in the 2000's, Gabe."

"So? The world's genius was in the past."

"Yeah." Ian's cell went off.

"Nottingham."

"Detective, would you mind stopping by my office? I have more information for you."

"What? You can say it on the phone."

"But I prefer to speak to you in person. Be there." Irons hung up.

"Bitch."

"Who was that?"

"Pure hate wrapped up in one human being."

"I don't want to know."

"Better off. I have to go."

"Right. See ya."

-Later-

"Detective."

"Irons."

"Have any dreams lately?"

"Don't we all?"

"But few have dreams such as yours. The violence, blood rush, hate. I know you see such things. Of lives you don't reconize as your own. That's what the witchblade is showing you. Your history, that is, if you are the true wielder."

"You love blathering on."

"I don't blather, I create."

"How do you know what I dream?"

"I dream it too. I understand, Ian. Trust me. Please."

"I I trust you as much as I would trust Charles Manson."

"He has dreams, too."

"Exactly. So if you're through......"

"Yes, you may leave, but remember: I am always around."

"Yeah, I'll keep it in mind." Ian left her office and headed towards the elevator. He felt someone watching him. He stopped and closed his eyes for a second.

"Sara?" He opened his eyes and Sara was in front of him.

"Yes."

"How long have you been trailing me?"

"Which lifetime?"

"This."

"As long as your protection is needed, as always."

"I understand that, Sara." He moved closer to her.

"Did you happen to hear my chat with your boss?"

"Yes."

"There was one part she forgot to mention." Ian reached out and hooked his hand on the back of her neck. He bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Violence, blood rush, hate. And love. I see you. With me. Us. Always. Never betraying. True."

"I know."

"I thought you would. Have any dreams lately, Sara?"

"Yes."

"Are they like mine? Do you see us fighting, kissing, sleeping together?"

"Perhaps. Let go of me, Ian. Please."

"Why?"

"Because you said you would protect me. Doing this, in her presense, will not help me."

"Damn her."

"The witchblade also shows you visions. Future's yet to happen. Do you often find yourself knowing what comes out of people's mouths?"

"Yes."

"I believe you are a true wielder, but only time can tell. Control it, Ian. Or else it controls you." Sara pushed him off and walked the other direction. Ian sighed and continued on.

I see the dreams of us, too. I am always with you. I would like to be with you now. But you only feel for me because of the witchblade. I don't love you for the witchblade, but for you. I wish I could tell you. Let you hold me. Let us be together. But you deserve something better. I could never please you. Just don't be taken in by her. Mistress. See beyond her, and I will be content.

-Later-

"Hello. I'm Detective Nottingham for, N.Y.P.D homicide."

"Am I under arrest?"

"No, I simply have some questions for you."

"Oh. My name is Carter Lupo."

"You manager for a band named Le Fay?"

"Yes. My best clients ever."

"They said you were the one who came up with the bands symbol."

"Yeah, it's a mix of Domomique's and John's symbols."

"Do you realized that two teens have been murdered and that this same symbol has been found in the backround?"

"No."

"Where were you yesterday around midnight?"

"Asleep in my own bed."

"Anyone there to prove that?"

"Girlfriend will speak up for me."

"All right."

"This is probably some kid trying to throw the blame toward us."

"Can you think of anyone who would frame you or the band?"

"I don't know, other bands?"

"If you can think of anyone, please contact me."

"I will."

-Later-

Ian placed the flowers on Danielle's grave.

"Hey. One month. One long month. More like a nightmare. This shouldn't have happened to you. None of this should have happened. Jordan misses you. Alot. He wanted to come here with me today. Lee doesn't come out here, I know. Hurts too much." Ian turned his back to the grave.

"God. This is hard. Too hard. I would give anything, everything, just to have you back."

"Then cough up your whole life, Ian Nottingham." He spun around.

"Danielle?"

"Yeah." He reached out to touch her, but his hand went right through her.

"Well, sorta."

"Are you a......"

"Ghost? Hard to believe, huh?"

"Yes."

"The witchblade."

"It let's me see you?"

"Yeah. I never knew people could have this type of power, but you do."

"Well, there's at least one perk."

"Yeah."

"Miss you, partner."

"Miss you too. I miss all this."

"Have you checked out the rookie."

"Yes, I was so much better than she was."

"You were, weren't you. And you never had a crush on me." Ian shuddered.

"I've also seen your new crush."

"And?"

"In the immortal words of Joey from Friends: I think you love her."

"Like, yes. Love, I'm not sure yet."

"Ian and Sara, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g."

"Hilarious, Danielle."

"Like you're really annoyed."

"Well, I missed your teasing."

"And I miss coffee. If you ever want a good reason not to kill yourself, there it is. No coffee."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I saw you slice and dice Gallo."

"Yeah. There's one thing in my life I do not regret doing, and that was killing Gallo."

"You need to be more responsible. You must not be corrupted by hate."

"I killed her because it was right. She deserved to be dead."

"And who are you to play God, Ian? Who gave you the right to decide who dies and who doesn't die."

"I don't have that choice, it just happens. If I did, I would be able to hug you right now."

"Every man has what it takes to kill. It's the decision to not kill that makes us human. Just don't be so hasty to put a bullet into someone's head."

"All right. Danielle?"

"Yeah?"

"What am I doing wrong?"

"What?"

"With Sara. Have you been watching?"

"Yeah. You're doing fine."

"Then why does she hate me?"

"She doesn't hate you. All this is new to her."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think she's ever dated someone before?"

"Oh."

"Take it slow amd you're fine." Danielle vanished.

"Take care, Danielle."

-That night-

A girl confronting Carter Lupo. Red hood. Switchblade. Something about ending her friend's life. Dangerously close to sliting his throat. Laughing. Two people coming from behind. Hitting her. Hard. Carrying her off. Alter. Tied up. Cutting her wrist. Letting it drain into a cup. Painting the symbol. Grabbing her by the hair. Lifting the sword. Slice. Sacrfice. Death.

Ian woke up. His breath was fast and heavy. "What the hell?"

He looked up and saw Sara at his window. He got up, opened the window, and leaned out.

"Sara."

"Visions. What did you see?"

"A girl, sacrifice, death. Is it real?"

"It could be."

"I could still save her?"

"If you act now. 845 Clara St. Go."

"Come with me. I've seen you fight. Help me."

"I can't. You don't need my help. You are strong enough to conquer demons. But I will watch. If you want that girl alive, you better go, now!" Sara left.

Five minutes later, Ian was gone too.

Eli: Batman to the rescue. (lol) Is this good?