***** = time break
** = POV change
*****If you hate spoilers, don't read the author's note!!!*****
Seeing as how Conchobar is coming back next week. *jumps up & down out of sheer glee* and we get to see more of the f'n sexy-as-hell Aussie Kim De Lury...*jumps up & down again* Here's chapter 5! ENJOY! ;)
*****Oh - and for those of you who hate spoilers...you can read now! ;)*****
Five
Sara and Gabriel rode back to the young entrepreneur's place of business in silence. Sara had snuck over to the table where a woman was selling tickets to Conchobar's upcoming show and bought one for herself while Gabriel ran out to start the car. She just hoped that for thirty bucks, his show was worth it, otherwise she'd have to bust him for...something. She smiled to herself as a faint voice ran through her head.
"A man could have dreams of bein' arrested by the likes of you...the handcuffs...assume the position..."
"Yeah, right..." Sara whispered to herself.
"What's that, Chief?" Gabriel turned his head to his friend as he pulled into the parking lot of his building.
"Huh? Oh. Nothing..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's nothing. I'm fine." Sara replied as Gabriel shut off the car.
"Visions again, Pez?"
Sara nodded absently. "Kinda."
"Kinda?" Gabriel cocked his head. "What do you mean, 'Kinda'?"
Sara walked over to where she had left her Buell before leaving for the club and placed her helmet on her head. The homicide detective shrugged.
"Aww...Pez..."
"Later, Gabe." Sara gave Gabriel a wave and then fired up the bike before speeding back to her apartment. If she was going to question this guy, she was gonna do it right...in tight leather pants and a very defining shirt...
*****
Sara pulled out of the praking lot beneath her loft at 4:23. Sara knew it only took her ten minutes to arrive at the club, but she wanted to be early. She had her...reasons. She grinned evilly to herself as she traversed the New York City streets, lost amidst thoughts of the gorgeous Irish rocker. She pulled up in the parking lot to the club twenty minutes early. She smiled as she pulled off her helmet and shut off the engine to the motorcycle. Sara hooked the raven black helmet onto her arm and strode purposefully toward the front door.
"Hey!" Sara looked up at the bouncer, a huge black man that appeared to be able to bench press four hundred pounds. "Didn't I see you earlier?"
"Yeah, you probably did..."
"Well, then turn right around and go home, Girly. One autograph per person!"
Pez laughed before pulling out her badge and flashing it to the bouncer. "I'm not here for another autograph. I'm here on business this time."
The man took a step back. "Oh, so you are. Go on then."
Sara grinned to herself and stepped past him into the dark building and quickly scanned the table Conchobar had been at earlier. She grinned when she found him and watched as he finished signing the picture set out on the table before him. Once that task was completed, the girl at the table picked up the photograph, and hugged it to her chest tightly. Sara grinned at the girl's reaction and then turned her eyes back to the table, suddenly finding herself being watched by the local rock star. He smiled and nodded at her, and she returned the favor, her stomach fluttering around.
'Jeez, Pez. He's a witness! Rule number one, Detective : don't get involved. NEVER get involved,' she kept telling herself over and over again as Conchobar averted his eyes to the table to sign yet another autograph. Sara glanced behind her to find a table. She took a seat, laying her helmet down before her and turning back to watch her witness intently. She relaxed and was soon entranced by this man she had only met hours before, yet whom had her under his spell like none had ever done before. Not even had Daniel Germaine had this effect on her. Who was this man? And why was he in her vision earlier? Sara grew so involved in analyzing this last vision that she didn't even notice how Conchobar stared at her between autographs, and how a smile never left his face...
**
'Gorgeous...just plain gorgeous!' Conchobar thought to himself as he signed picture after picture. When he met the Detective earlier that morning, he knew that he'd known her before...somehow. But he had no clue where, or when...He knew that he'd have to find out. Maybe sing to her a bit...Would that really work with a cop like her? He guessed he'd have to find that out too.
"Conchobar - " the bouncer behind him leaned down and spoke in a whisper. "Fifteen minutes."
The singer nodded as he finished signing the picture before him and a blonde girl picked up the picture and hugged it tightly to her chest, mumbling something about how 'hot' and 'great' he was as she reluctantly walked off. "Doors closing yet, Jim?"
"Of course." The second bouncer grinned and motioned to the bouncer at the front to close the doors. The bigger of the two stepped outside the door and yanked down the tarp-like banner, rolled it up, and tossed it inside before shutting the doors. "Doors closed, effective immediately."
Conchobar laughed. "Thanks, mate." Jim nodded and turned back to his post. The singer looked up at the line as the next fan advanced and placed his picture down onto the table. Five to go. Everything was going smoothly. Before the signing, Conchobar was worried that something would go wrong, all on account of that murder that he had lain witness to. The murder that he was supposed to be talking to Sara Pezzini about in - he glanced up at the clock after signing the next to last photo - ten minutes. He looked up into the last person's face and suddenly grew fearful. A vengeful look decorated the marble green eyes before him. A hate like he had never seen...except in the eyes of the killer he had encountered a little over two days ago. A panic rose up in Conchobar's throat and the only thing he had time to do was take a breath and call out for help before being pistol- whipped by the butt end of a .44 Magnum...
** = POV change
*****If you hate spoilers, don't read the author's note!!!*****
Seeing as how Conchobar is coming back next week. *jumps up & down out of sheer glee* and we get to see more of the f'n sexy-as-hell Aussie Kim De Lury...*jumps up & down again* Here's chapter 5! ENJOY! ;)
*****Oh - and for those of you who hate spoilers...you can read now! ;)*****
Five
Sara and Gabriel rode back to the young entrepreneur's place of business in silence. Sara had snuck over to the table where a woman was selling tickets to Conchobar's upcoming show and bought one for herself while Gabriel ran out to start the car. She just hoped that for thirty bucks, his show was worth it, otherwise she'd have to bust him for...something. She smiled to herself as a faint voice ran through her head.
"A man could have dreams of bein' arrested by the likes of you...the handcuffs...assume the position..."
"Yeah, right..." Sara whispered to herself.
"What's that, Chief?" Gabriel turned his head to his friend as he pulled into the parking lot of his building.
"Huh? Oh. Nothing..."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's nothing. I'm fine." Sara replied as Gabriel shut off the car.
"Visions again, Pez?"
Sara nodded absently. "Kinda."
"Kinda?" Gabriel cocked his head. "What do you mean, 'Kinda'?"
Sara walked over to where she had left her Buell before leaving for the club and placed her helmet on her head. The homicide detective shrugged.
"Aww...Pez..."
"Later, Gabe." Sara gave Gabriel a wave and then fired up the bike before speeding back to her apartment. If she was going to question this guy, she was gonna do it right...in tight leather pants and a very defining shirt...
*****
Sara pulled out of the praking lot beneath her loft at 4:23. Sara knew it only took her ten minutes to arrive at the club, but she wanted to be early. She had her...reasons. She grinned evilly to herself as she traversed the New York City streets, lost amidst thoughts of the gorgeous Irish rocker. She pulled up in the parking lot to the club twenty minutes early. She smiled as she pulled off her helmet and shut off the engine to the motorcycle. Sara hooked the raven black helmet onto her arm and strode purposefully toward the front door.
"Hey!" Sara looked up at the bouncer, a huge black man that appeared to be able to bench press four hundred pounds. "Didn't I see you earlier?"
"Yeah, you probably did..."
"Well, then turn right around and go home, Girly. One autograph per person!"
Pez laughed before pulling out her badge and flashing it to the bouncer. "I'm not here for another autograph. I'm here on business this time."
The man took a step back. "Oh, so you are. Go on then."
Sara grinned to herself and stepped past him into the dark building and quickly scanned the table Conchobar had been at earlier. She grinned when she found him and watched as he finished signing the picture set out on the table before him. Once that task was completed, the girl at the table picked up the photograph, and hugged it to her chest tightly. Sara grinned at the girl's reaction and then turned her eyes back to the table, suddenly finding herself being watched by the local rock star. He smiled and nodded at her, and she returned the favor, her stomach fluttering around.
'Jeez, Pez. He's a witness! Rule number one, Detective : don't get involved. NEVER get involved,' she kept telling herself over and over again as Conchobar averted his eyes to the table to sign yet another autograph. Sara glanced behind her to find a table. She took a seat, laying her helmet down before her and turning back to watch her witness intently. She relaxed and was soon entranced by this man she had only met hours before, yet whom had her under his spell like none had ever done before. Not even had Daniel Germaine had this effect on her. Who was this man? And why was he in her vision earlier? Sara grew so involved in analyzing this last vision that she didn't even notice how Conchobar stared at her between autographs, and how a smile never left his face...
**
'Gorgeous...just plain gorgeous!' Conchobar thought to himself as he signed picture after picture. When he met the Detective earlier that morning, he knew that he'd known her before...somehow. But he had no clue where, or when...He knew that he'd have to find out. Maybe sing to her a bit...Would that really work with a cop like her? He guessed he'd have to find that out too.
"Conchobar - " the bouncer behind him leaned down and spoke in a whisper. "Fifteen minutes."
The singer nodded as he finished signing the picture before him and a blonde girl picked up the picture and hugged it tightly to her chest, mumbling something about how 'hot' and 'great' he was as she reluctantly walked off. "Doors closing yet, Jim?"
"Of course." The second bouncer grinned and motioned to the bouncer at the front to close the doors. The bigger of the two stepped outside the door and yanked down the tarp-like banner, rolled it up, and tossed it inside before shutting the doors. "Doors closed, effective immediately."
Conchobar laughed. "Thanks, mate." Jim nodded and turned back to his post. The singer looked up at the line as the next fan advanced and placed his picture down onto the table. Five to go. Everything was going smoothly. Before the signing, Conchobar was worried that something would go wrong, all on account of that murder that he had lain witness to. The murder that he was supposed to be talking to Sara Pezzini about in - he glanced up at the clock after signing the next to last photo - ten minutes. He looked up into the last person's face and suddenly grew fearful. A vengeful look decorated the marble green eyes before him. A hate like he had never seen...except in the eyes of the killer he had encountered a little over two days ago. A panic rose up in Conchobar's throat and the only thing he had time to do was take a breath and call out for help before being pistol- whipped by the butt end of a .44 Magnum...