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poisson d'avril
ch2
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Ian was restless. Iron's had retreated to his 'safe place' after a particularly bad run-in with one of his relics, leaving the assassin with the day to himself.
Throughout the morning, he had relished Sara's outraged reactions to his stunts. He knew he was being childish, but as Mark Twain once said; This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other 364.
His glee had been dampened only when Sara had arranged to meet with the Bowman brat. He planned on paying Gabriel a visit before the day's end, but had no intention of enduring the Wielder's annoying camaraderie with the erudite gamin.
Instead, the assassin had opted to stalk the rookie who was trying to accomplish Detective Woo's impossible errand. It proved to be thoroughly entertaining. He decided to desist frightening the man only after Jake had become unnerved enough to walk into a bakery with his gun out. Although this caused quite an amusing scene, the assassin could see that the rookie was about to snap.
Returning to his rooftop perch, he watched as the main target of his mayhem pulled up to the precinct. He was about to give the signal to his minion waiting below when he noticed something disturbing.
"Abort," Ian Nottingham hissed into his communications device.
The man waiting to spritz Sara with 'Charlie' perfume paused. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, desist!' the assassin ordered. Sara had a decidedly evil grin on her face and he wasn't about to tempt fate. Although the idea of the hardened detective explaining smelling girlie to her co-workers amused Ian, he wasn't sure what Sara was grinning about and decided to hold off his pranks for the moment.
***
Sara returned to find her partner casually flipping through a file and sipping his coffee. "Any bets going on Jake's return time?" she asked.
"Nope, too much chaos going on with the pranks people are discovering. Jake should be glad I got him out of the office," Danny stated. Looking up, he noticed Sara seemed quite a bit calmer than when she'd left. "How was lunch?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Relatively prank free," Sara replied cheerfully; though she doubted Gabriel would agree.
"So your not-so-secret admirer is either taking a lunch break or superstitious," Danny determined.
"He's more psycho antagonist than secret admirer and what do you mean, superstitious?" Sara inquired.
"Ah, there's a faction who believe that it's bad luck to prank people after noon," Danny explained.
"Really?" Sara stole a hopeful glance at her bracelet. Danny raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "So are you in that faction, Danny?" Sara prodded, diverting his attention.
"The answer to that question is on Jake's chair. I advise you not to sit in it," her partner smiled.
Sara examined Jake's chair but could see nothing odd about it. She wondered if Danny had loosened a screw or something. "You're not destroying police property now, are you, Woo?" Sara teased.
"Nah, just decorating it. I picked up some Cairo syrup on lunch," Danny responded.
"I don't see anything," Sara commented. "Did you coat the whole thing?" Sara asked, staring at the vinyl seat.
"Nope, just drew a smiley face. If you spread the syrup thin enough, it can't be seen unless the light hits it just right, but it's enough to leave a stain. Bad day to be wearing light colored pants," Danny grinned.
"So you aren't afraid of bad luck, I take it," the Wielder decided.
"I'm not that superstitious in the first place. Besides, I wouldn't believe it, anyway. You 'know' that rule must've been made up by whiners who couldn't take an entire day of pranks," Danny reasoned.
"Well, count me in with the whiners, cause I wouldn't mind a reprieve," Sara stated with a sigh.
"Your stalker does seem to be pretty relentless," Danny empathized.
Sara was about to reply, but was distracted by the appearance of a very flustered looking Jake. "You okay, Rookie?" she queried.
"Oh man," Jake heaved as he plopped down into his doctored chair. "I have had the worst time. I couldn't find that info you wanted, Danny," he sighed, shaking his head.
Sara was glad she hadn't placed any bets. She certainly didn't expect Jake back this soon, but then, he did surprise her now and then.
"What happened?" Danny asked calmly, masking his chortle with a cough.
"I ended up running all over the place," Jake griped. "And everywhere I went, some guy would just pop up out of nowhere and scare the crap out of me!" he declared. "He was like Dracula or something," the rookie shuddered.
Danny and Sara raised an eyebrow in tandem. "Did he accost you?" Sara queried, pretty sure she had an idea who Jake's Dracula was.
"Not really, but by the time I got to Rollo's bakery, I was so freaked out that I'd forgotten to put my gun away. Rollo freaked, the customers freaked and it just went downhill from there," the rookie relayed.
"Sorry to hear that," Sara consoled, barely hiding her smirk. At least Nottingham was spreading the joy.
"Did I miss anything while I was out?" he asked, hoping to take his mind off the recurring vampiric vision that was still haunting him.
"Not really, just paperwork" Danny replied. "It's been a pretty calm day, aside from the pranks."
"Yeah, that was fun," Jake snorted.
"Was?" Danny asked with a grin.
"Yeah, It's bad luck to prank after noon," the Rookie stated as if it were obvious.
Danny merely smiled.
"Well, I'm gonna go grab something to eat," Jake stated, getting up from his seat. As he headed out, the smiley face on his butt beamed merrily at the two detectives.
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a/n: Whew! Roguegal said I can end it here if I like. But she also had suggestions of a couple things she'd like to see. Whatcha think? Okay ending or premature bail?
I'm not sure if it's legal to describe what the Blade did to Gabriel, hee! ^_^
p.s. There is a beautiful 'broken' lament in ch11 of 'occupation'.
poisson d'avril
ch2
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Ian was restless. Iron's had retreated to his 'safe place' after a particularly bad run-in with one of his relics, leaving the assassin with the day to himself.
Throughout the morning, he had relished Sara's outraged reactions to his stunts. He knew he was being childish, but as Mark Twain once said; This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other 364.
His glee had been dampened only when Sara had arranged to meet with the Bowman brat. He planned on paying Gabriel a visit before the day's end, but had no intention of enduring the Wielder's annoying camaraderie with the erudite gamin.
Instead, the assassin had opted to stalk the rookie who was trying to accomplish Detective Woo's impossible errand. It proved to be thoroughly entertaining. He decided to desist frightening the man only after Jake had become unnerved enough to walk into a bakery with his gun out. Although this caused quite an amusing scene, the assassin could see that the rookie was about to snap.
Returning to his rooftop perch, he watched as the main target of his mayhem pulled up to the precinct. He was about to give the signal to his minion waiting below when he noticed something disturbing.
"Abort," Ian Nottingham hissed into his communications device.
The man waiting to spritz Sara with 'Charlie' perfume paused. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, desist!' the assassin ordered. Sara had a decidedly evil grin on her face and he wasn't about to tempt fate. Although the idea of the hardened detective explaining smelling girlie to her co-workers amused Ian, he wasn't sure what Sara was grinning about and decided to hold off his pranks for the moment.
***
Sara returned to find her partner casually flipping through a file and sipping his coffee. "Any bets going on Jake's return time?" she asked.
"Nope, too much chaos going on with the pranks people are discovering. Jake should be glad I got him out of the office," Danny stated. Looking up, he noticed Sara seemed quite a bit calmer than when she'd left. "How was lunch?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Relatively prank free," Sara replied cheerfully; though she doubted Gabriel would agree.
"So your not-so-secret admirer is either taking a lunch break or superstitious," Danny determined.
"He's more psycho antagonist than secret admirer and what do you mean, superstitious?" Sara inquired.
"Ah, there's a faction who believe that it's bad luck to prank people after noon," Danny explained.
"Really?" Sara stole a hopeful glance at her bracelet. Danny raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "So are you in that faction, Danny?" Sara prodded, diverting his attention.
"The answer to that question is on Jake's chair. I advise you not to sit in it," her partner smiled.
Sara examined Jake's chair but could see nothing odd about it. She wondered if Danny had loosened a screw or something. "You're not destroying police property now, are you, Woo?" Sara teased.
"Nah, just decorating it. I picked up some Cairo syrup on lunch," Danny responded.
"I don't see anything," Sara commented. "Did you coat the whole thing?" Sara asked, staring at the vinyl seat.
"Nope, just drew a smiley face. If you spread the syrup thin enough, it can't be seen unless the light hits it just right, but it's enough to leave a stain. Bad day to be wearing light colored pants," Danny grinned.
"So you aren't afraid of bad luck, I take it," the Wielder decided.
"I'm not that superstitious in the first place. Besides, I wouldn't believe it, anyway. You 'know' that rule must've been made up by whiners who couldn't take an entire day of pranks," Danny reasoned.
"Well, count me in with the whiners, cause I wouldn't mind a reprieve," Sara stated with a sigh.
"Your stalker does seem to be pretty relentless," Danny empathized.
Sara was about to reply, but was distracted by the appearance of a very flustered looking Jake. "You okay, Rookie?" she queried.
"Oh man," Jake heaved as he plopped down into his doctored chair. "I have had the worst time. I couldn't find that info you wanted, Danny," he sighed, shaking his head.
Sara was glad she hadn't placed any bets. She certainly didn't expect Jake back this soon, but then, he did surprise her now and then.
"What happened?" Danny asked calmly, masking his chortle with a cough.
"I ended up running all over the place," Jake griped. "And everywhere I went, some guy would just pop up out of nowhere and scare the crap out of me!" he declared. "He was like Dracula or something," the rookie shuddered.
Danny and Sara raised an eyebrow in tandem. "Did he accost you?" Sara queried, pretty sure she had an idea who Jake's Dracula was.
"Not really, but by the time I got to Rollo's bakery, I was so freaked out that I'd forgotten to put my gun away. Rollo freaked, the customers freaked and it just went downhill from there," the rookie relayed.
"Sorry to hear that," Sara consoled, barely hiding her smirk. At least Nottingham was spreading the joy.
"Did I miss anything while I was out?" he asked, hoping to take his mind off the recurring vampiric vision that was still haunting him.
"Not really, just paperwork" Danny replied. "It's been a pretty calm day, aside from the pranks."
"Yeah, that was fun," Jake snorted.
"Was?" Danny asked with a grin.
"Yeah, It's bad luck to prank after noon," the Rookie stated as if it were obvious.
Danny merely smiled.
"Well, I'm gonna go grab something to eat," Jake stated, getting up from his seat. As he headed out, the smiley face on his butt beamed merrily at the two detectives.
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a/n: Whew! Roguegal said I can end it here if I like. But she also had suggestions of a couple things she'd like to see. Whatcha think? Okay ending or premature bail?
I'm not sure if it's legal to describe what the Blade did to Gabriel, hee! ^_^
p.s. There is a beautiful 'broken' lament in ch11 of 'occupation'.
