A/N: Before u read any further I apologize if the dumb blonde jokes offend
anyone. They are only intended to lighten the piece. Furthermore I,
personally, am a blonde and in fact just lightened my hair to become
blonder. K, now onto the story!
Chapter 5
Ian felt oddly disconnected. He only remembered a view unrelated sequences of events. He had met and made out with the incarnation of all of his fantasies. Then the next moment he was having a shoot out with the legendary hit man Vespuchi? It just didn't add up. Sitting on the back of the ambulance Ian was pondering just how he had survived the blast that had destroyed one whole floor of the (luckily empty) museum.
"Hey, Nottingham." Gallo called out in a jovial tone.
Apparently Gallo enjoys going to jail every once and a while, it must have brake up the monotony of his life. I mean drug deals and murder get old after a while. Approaching the squad car I'm careful to conceal any evidence of pain, I do not want this son of a bitch to know I am weak and injured.
"Get your man?" he unwisely taunted.
"Not yet, Gallo." I reluctantly conceded, at the same time visions of Gallo eating a bullet flashed rapidly through my mind.
"Well you got one of mine. But I got more." Gallo started chuckle in a way reminiscent of how the Devil must laugh at the damned souls he presides over.
It was the last straw for Ian who immediately started after Gallo fully intending to beat him to a pulp. That arrogant bastard seethed Nottingham. I'll get you one of these days, so smirk while you still can. Better sooner than later, if I could have my pick.
"Don't do it, Ian. He's not worth getting a discharge over, although I'd consider it an honorable one even if nobody else did." Danny laughed, trying to ease his friend's tension. If Nottingham decides to act up today I sure as hell won't be able to stop him. "Cheer up, partner. I gotta go home to the wife and kids so our very own Britney Spears is gonna drive you home."
"Oh, gawd no, not her! She'll just make my headache worse. You're pure evil Danny, I hope you know that." A distraught Nottingham muttered.
"Don't you know it, bye Ian see ya tomorrow. Bright and early." Said a highly amused Danny, who was regretting not being a fly on the wall in Jackie's fire engine red convertible.
**10 minutes later** "I know a guy who's in with Gallo. Maybe I can help you with that situation." Jackie winked drawing out the word 'situation' in a horrible parody of a seductress. After divulging this latest pearl of wisdom she looked meaningfully at a very stressed out Ian who was very glad that his loft was only 20 minutes away. Her whole point was to leave no doubt as to how she knew her contact and even less about what Ian would have to do to get such 'valuable' help.
"Well, thanks Jackie. Let's talk about it tomorrow, ok?" Please let this ride be over soon.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Jackie cooed, attempting to wear down his ever- present defenses.
"My head hurts." And you're making it worse, thought a rapidly becoming pissed off Ian.
"Ooh, I could give you a massage back at your place. My last boyfriend said that I'm was really good.at massages."
"I think I'll pass." Replied Ian mentally shuddering. He could see it now: vanilla candles, Barry White, and massage oil. Yuck!
"You were sooooo brave to go after Vespuchi like that. You know he's a mythic hit man on ::both:: coasts."
"Really." He hated it when girls tried to play up to his ego.
"Ah ... well, you're alive and all they can find of the other guy are his molars." She stated in a deceptively sweet tone of voice revealing why she had chosen homicide detective instead of Bay Watch Babe as her career.
"Hey, you win some, you lose some." He said, trying to remain nonchalant.
"So you really don't remember ::anything::?" Jackie asked losing patience.
He stared at the red stone of the witchblade and was sucked into its swirling vortex. He was back in the museum looking into a display case. The witchblade was resting on a blue velvet cushion when the fiery eye opened. "No. Not, not really. Vespuchi and I were into it pretty thick, and then ... blam - it was all sort of ... uh ... hallucinogenic."
"Hm, well do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Without waiting for an answer she turned to her fav station..
"Hi this is Brandy at 69.3, All Britney All the Time. Hope you're all having a rocking Friday night! Now let's get this party started!" Ian groaned, his mental question of whether this night could possibly get any worse was answered in the affirmative. Here he was stuck listening to the Queen of the Blondes with the Blondest of the Blondes. Worse yet "Ooops, I did it again" was playing and at maximum volume, too.
"You want me to arrest you for disturbing the peace with that crap, Jackie?"
"Spoil Sport!" Jackie hollered above the deafening noise laughing at the expression of extreme distaste on his face.
"Oh, look there's my apartment." Ian said very relieved to be returning to his Jackie free sanctuary.
"Bye, sweetie! See ya in the precinct, bright and early!" Jackie screamed joyfully while swerving to a stop and literally 'dropping' him off. Ian couldn't believe that Danny and Jackie used the same expression, he made a mental note to bug him about that tomorrow.
Trudging up the numerous stairs to his loft he thought about the mysterious girl from the museum. To pass the time he speculated about what kind of name a girl like that would have. Maybe Jade, Jacqueline, Gwen, or Marisa? Who knew. Throwing open the door he dropped his coat on the back of a nearby chair and his started to unbutton his shirt. It had been one hell of a long day and he just wanted to go to bed. Reaching for the light switch a voice stopped him.
"You're disturbed. You feel you've lost control over life. Yourself." Sara stated head hung down, eyes on the floor in order to hide the wicked gleam in them.
"Yeah, no kidding." What is it with that damn servant pose. You'd think we'd be on more familiar terms after what happened in the museum.
"Don't worry. You never had any to begin with. Believe in the Witchblade, Ian. It believes in you." Gliding out of the shadows she slowly lifted up her head and smiled..
Chapter 5
Ian felt oddly disconnected. He only remembered a view unrelated sequences of events. He had met and made out with the incarnation of all of his fantasies. Then the next moment he was having a shoot out with the legendary hit man Vespuchi? It just didn't add up. Sitting on the back of the ambulance Ian was pondering just how he had survived the blast that had destroyed one whole floor of the (luckily empty) museum.
"Hey, Nottingham." Gallo called out in a jovial tone.
Apparently Gallo enjoys going to jail every once and a while, it must have brake up the monotony of his life. I mean drug deals and murder get old after a while. Approaching the squad car I'm careful to conceal any evidence of pain, I do not want this son of a bitch to know I am weak and injured.
"Get your man?" he unwisely taunted.
"Not yet, Gallo." I reluctantly conceded, at the same time visions of Gallo eating a bullet flashed rapidly through my mind.
"Well you got one of mine. But I got more." Gallo started chuckle in a way reminiscent of how the Devil must laugh at the damned souls he presides over.
It was the last straw for Ian who immediately started after Gallo fully intending to beat him to a pulp. That arrogant bastard seethed Nottingham. I'll get you one of these days, so smirk while you still can. Better sooner than later, if I could have my pick.
"Don't do it, Ian. He's not worth getting a discharge over, although I'd consider it an honorable one even if nobody else did." Danny laughed, trying to ease his friend's tension. If Nottingham decides to act up today I sure as hell won't be able to stop him. "Cheer up, partner. I gotta go home to the wife and kids so our very own Britney Spears is gonna drive you home."
"Oh, gawd no, not her! She'll just make my headache worse. You're pure evil Danny, I hope you know that." A distraught Nottingham muttered.
"Don't you know it, bye Ian see ya tomorrow. Bright and early." Said a highly amused Danny, who was regretting not being a fly on the wall in Jackie's fire engine red convertible.
**10 minutes later** "I know a guy who's in with Gallo. Maybe I can help you with that situation." Jackie winked drawing out the word 'situation' in a horrible parody of a seductress. After divulging this latest pearl of wisdom she looked meaningfully at a very stressed out Ian who was very glad that his loft was only 20 minutes away. Her whole point was to leave no doubt as to how she knew her contact and even less about what Ian would have to do to get such 'valuable' help.
"Well, thanks Jackie. Let's talk about it tomorrow, ok?" Please let this ride be over soon.
"How are you feeling, baby?" Jackie cooed, attempting to wear down his ever- present defenses.
"My head hurts." And you're making it worse, thought a rapidly becoming pissed off Ian.
"Ooh, I could give you a massage back at your place. My last boyfriend said that I'm was really good.at massages."
"I think I'll pass." Replied Ian mentally shuddering. He could see it now: vanilla candles, Barry White, and massage oil. Yuck!
"You were sooooo brave to go after Vespuchi like that. You know he's a mythic hit man on ::both:: coasts."
"Really." He hated it when girls tried to play up to his ego.
"Ah ... well, you're alive and all they can find of the other guy are his molars." She stated in a deceptively sweet tone of voice revealing why she had chosen homicide detective instead of Bay Watch Babe as her career.
"Hey, you win some, you lose some." He said, trying to remain nonchalant.
"So you really don't remember ::anything::?" Jackie asked losing patience.
He stared at the red stone of the witchblade and was sucked into its swirling vortex. He was back in the museum looking into a display case. The witchblade was resting on a blue velvet cushion when the fiery eye opened. "No. Not, not really. Vespuchi and I were into it pretty thick, and then ... blam - it was all sort of ... uh ... hallucinogenic."
"Hm, well do you mind if I turn on the radio?" Without waiting for an answer she turned to her fav station..
"Hi this is Brandy at 69.3, All Britney All the Time. Hope you're all having a rocking Friday night! Now let's get this party started!" Ian groaned, his mental question of whether this night could possibly get any worse was answered in the affirmative. Here he was stuck listening to the Queen of the Blondes with the Blondest of the Blondes. Worse yet "Ooops, I did it again" was playing and at maximum volume, too.
"You want me to arrest you for disturbing the peace with that crap, Jackie?"
"Spoil Sport!" Jackie hollered above the deafening noise laughing at the expression of extreme distaste on his face.
"Oh, look there's my apartment." Ian said very relieved to be returning to his Jackie free sanctuary.
"Bye, sweetie! See ya in the precinct, bright and early!" Jackie screamed joyfully while swerving to a stop and literally 'dropping' him off. Ian couldn't believe that Danny and Jackie used the same expression, he made a mental note to bug him about that tomorrow.
Trudging up the numerous stairs to his loft he thought about the mysterious girl from the museum. To pass the time he speculated about what kind of name a girl like that would have. Maybe Jade, Jacqueline, Gwen, or Marisa? Who knew. Throwing open the door he dropped his coat on the back of a nearby chair and his started to unbutton his shirt. It had been one hell of a long day and he just wanted to go to bed. Reaching for the light switch a voice stopped him.
"You're disturbed. You feel you've lost control over life. Yourself." Sara stated head hung down, eyes on the floor in order to hide the wicked gleam in them.
"Yeah, no kidding." What is it with that damn servant pose. You'd think we'd be on more familiar terms after what happened in the museum.
"Don't worry. You never had any to begin with. Believe in the Witchblade, Ian. It believes in you." Gliding out of the shadows she slowly lifted up her head and smiled..