The characters belong to Top cow and TNT as do all their toys, accessories and appliances, including the Witchblade. Everything else is just hearsay and rumors.

poisson d'avril ch8

***************************** Gabriel had managed to put half of Central Park between him and his prurient antagonist before his cell phone rang. Slipping it out of his pocket, he seriously hoped it wasn't Sara or any of her unpredictable co-horts. Eyeing the display in dismay, he considered not answering, but eventually caved in to the worry that Sara might actually be in trouble.

As his greeting was met by Danny's voice, his fears seemed confirmed. "Detective Woo? Why do you have Sara's phone? Is she okay?" he croaked.

"Yeah, she's fine," Danny assured, still a bit confused as to why Sara was too embarrassed to call him herself. She had dialed and hung up several times before thrusting the phone at him with a crimson face. "That must have been some steamy 'lunch'," Danny commented.

Gabriel was floored. For the love of Artemis! Did the entire precinct know about the Blade's debauchery?

Deciding to get straight to the point, Danny set his scheme in motion. "I need you to do us a favor..."

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After returning to their office in the precinct, Sara and Danny sifted through work until Gabriel arrived with a laptop.

"Good afternoon, Detectives," Gabriel greeted. With a nod and 'Hey' from Sara and her partner, he slid the slim device onto the desk, making sure the screen faced an area free of any possible hiding spots for surveillance. "There's something I think you should take a look at, Pez," he stated seriously, while flipping the laptop open and turning it on.

"What is it?" Sara asked, moving closer to the screen, but making sure to keep the amulet a safe distance from Gabriel.

Danny noticed this awkward gesture and stared at Sara's bracelet which, for some bizarre reason, looked as if it was pouting. Shaking his head to clear the unlikely notion, he joined the two in front of the laptop screen.

"You know that Irons guy, the one you had the, um, run in with?" Gabriel asserted.

"Yeah, what about him?" Sara prompted.

"Well I kinda searched around the net for some stuff on the guy. And although Irons is pretty secretive about his own personal stuff, apparently, he's the opposite when It comes to his bodyguard, Nottingham," Gabriel relayed.

"What do you mean?" Sara queried.

*** From his rooftop perch, Ian wondered the same. Concentrating on his earpiece, he muffled the surrounding city noise with a gloved hand. ***

"I found this website, which I'm guessing Irons runs, where you can download all these videos of Nottingham, um, going about his daily business," Gabriel divulged while clicking a few keys on the laptop. "It doesn't look like he knows he's being filmed," he added, stepping back to give Sara a better view of the blank screen.

***

Ian was so shocked and appalled by Gabriel's first sentence that he nearly hadn't registered the second, though it barely mattered. Of course he wasn't aware of being filmed! Daily business? What exactly did daily business imply? His only daily business at the mansion involved grooming, eating and, well, personal stuff.

*********************************tbc I know, It's a brief chapter, but this is where I'm hoping for a few suggestions of what people would like the Blade to show Sara. I have QUITE a few ideas of my own, but I'd like to try to tailor the material to the tastes and preferences of you gentle readers. I'll be gleaning suggestions from here and the WC board.