Broken hearts, and a deal with the devil. (Feat. Lara Croft, Jackie Estacado, Sara Pezzini, Terry Sheridan, and Kenneth Irons)

Lara's mind was swimming. Swimming with thoughts, feelings, emotions, and possible decisions facing her. Her sleep had been restless ever since Jackie had left her at the penthouse, that she had purchased from him. Her slender figure was tangled in the white sheets of the large king bed. Dreams were present, but jumbled and made no sense. Often they were dreams of the past, mostly of her Father. No longer of the talks about the alignment, but of other times between father and daughter that had been most memorable and cherished. Sometimes things entered the dreams that shouldn't be there, things going on now. Sometimes she saw Irons' face, Sara's, Jackie's or Terry's. Nottingham's sword even made an odd appearance. But these dreams were nothing new, she had them since the day she found out her Father was dead, and even then things of the present crept in with that of the past. A noise. Instantly hazel orbs opened and a knife was pressed into her hand as she gazed about," Hmm." A shadow passed by the window," Ruddy creatures." Lara had recognized it instantly, just one of the Darklings checking in on her for Jackie. He said they would be. A sigh escaped as the Brit tossed aside the covers and rose from a tireless sleep. She was still very sore, probably would be for a while. Bare foot the archaeologist padded into the kitchen and peered about as she approached the fridge and took out a bottle of water. Sitting down at the counter she untwisted the cap and took a long satisfying drink as her gaze moved to glance at the moon outside, her mind shifting to Sara and if she was okay. The cap was replaced on the bottle as something caught her gaze in the living room," What in the bloody hell is that?" Cautious steps took her onto the plush carpet as she spied a vase of flowers. Jackie? No, she read the card," Bastard." It was from Irons of all people. With that Lara walked outside onto the balcony and dropped the vase over the side watching it fall to the empty street below with a satisfying crash. After wiping her hands of the whole mess she retreated back inside and to the sofa her mind alive with thoughts.

Sara's head lolled back and forth as Ian Nottingham, the renowned male protagonist in her life, carried her prone body to the Shelby Cobra, and gently laid her into the passenger seat. Her eyes rolled back and the clouds rolled in, casting their shadow over her waking world and at least for the moment, she knew no more. When she awoke it was dark. Light filtered in from the translucent curtains, a warm breeze playing their fabric out in gentle bows. Sara licked her lips, they were dry as was her throat and she yearned for a cool glass of water. "Mmm. thirsty," she groaned swallowing to try and moisten her throat. Blinking away the sleep from her strained eyes, she made out a hand holding a glass toward her as requested. She took the glass from the figure still cloaked in shadow and took a long draught. Empting the glass quickly she nearly choked on the last bit of water as a grey haired figure leaned forward into the light. "Good too see you awake at last Sara. You've been though quite an ordeal, I'm surprised Ian was able to get you into my caretaking in one piece. I hear Jackie Estacado has mafia ties." His tone was sardonic, and coy, but not without a hint of compassion. Could it be that Kenneth was actually helping her? After that night, when he nearly killed her for the Witchblade, Sara had thought him dead, a victim of his own greed and blind devotion to an artifact that hated him. Sara's fingertips played over the hollow in her throat, feeling her flesh tender, but whole and mended. "I don't know what you want me to say." Sara offered weakly her mind spinning with confusion. Kenneth smiled gently taking her hand in his, "I believe the words you are looking for are... Thank you."

She stared at the ceiling, once that became annoying she stared at the clock. Time ticked by slowly, to what though? This was her question. Hazel orbs moved to stare at the big screen TV's blank, black screen. Lara had never been one for TV at all. Sometimes she caught a few shows here and there, but not often. Wasn't her thing. Her mind wandered, gaze sitting on a few photos that she always had. One of her and her father, the other of her mother and then one of Hillary, Bryce and her Brother. Her family. She had other photos, somewhere, but those were ones she preferred to forget. Failed relationships, friendships gone bad. Lara's life was full of rotten tomatoes. Friendship. The word echoed in her mind, she should go after Sara? No, the woman would have her head along with Jackie helping to commit the crime. A very heavy sigh exhaled, perhaps a work out? At one o'clock at night? And then eyes caught sight of the bandage still about her middle winking at her from the space between the waistband of her sweats and the bottom of her white tank-top. The woman was going to go stark raving mad soon," Bollocks." A fist connected with a pillow idly as she flopped onto her side and snatched up the TV remote and flicked on the tv and began clicking through the channels," Never anything on these bloody things." She set it on a music station at least for some noise and stared at nothing, worried as ever about Sara and where she was. Well Lara did have a fairly good idea on the where. Damn that evil man. She wanted to wipe that smirk he always wore from his face with just one punch. She hated Kenneth Irons with a deep running passion.

roamed the streets now on his GSX 1300R Hayabusa, doing about 150 on the highway. It was real late right now so the place was deserted with exception to a couple trucks here and there. He was finally to himself, but he didn't want to be right now. He had the urge to go and do something but it was definitely too late or early rather. Lara was probably sleep and all his usual companions were definitely out of commission for the night. With a sigh he turned his wrist a bit and sped off even farther. A few darklings were visible, the ones that we're able to fly could keep up with his speed. One particular came close to him and gave him the thumbs up on Lara. This let him know that she was okay... and obviously still awake. It was 1 a.m. what was keeping her up??? He thought on it but couldn't figure it out. In about 2 minutes he'd be off the exit and into the city. A screeching would alert all around that he was in the area. He got off the bike and lounged on a bench. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, looking through it. He figured he'd do something very random. He entered into a flower shop and bought some lilies. After buying this he took out a picture of himself that he carried and wrote on the back. He wrote the digits to his cell phone on the back and stuck the picture into the flowers. A hand reached out and he handed them to Sam (Darkling) and he quickly shot off towards Jackie's old Penthouse. He'd be there in an instant and made for a good messenger. Within a few minutes... the doorbell would be ringing.

Sara ran fingertips though her auburn hair. She pushed the locks out of her eyes half wondering if she was still dreaming. Kenneth still held her right hand, the one usually reserved for the Witchblade. At the moment, the blade still rested about her neck like a choker. As she regained more of her senses she realized that she was clean, her hair had been washed and brushed. She was wearing a silky nightgown of simple white. The spaghetti straps were thin and slightly loose on her frame. As she sat up and leaned forward, the right strap slipped down her shoulder along with a curl of her hair. Tenderly Kenneth released her hand and as he moved his fingertips up to fix the garment, the back of his fingertips slid noiselessly against her smooth skin. He adjusted the strap with his forefinger and thumb, and then pushed back her hair. "Despite what you may think about me Sara, I am not the man I used to be. Though your profound intervention, I've found the error in my ways," Irons leaned back a bit as not to make her uncomfortable. "I wish to make amends, although I will understand if you cannot. It is quite a difficult thing, pardoning a man of his mistakes." Sara was speechless. A few days ago he was making idle threats to her and Lara, but now. he seemed changed, and sincere. "Mr. Irons. Ken, I don't know quite where to start. But for what's it's worth I thank you for fixing me up, I'm just a little tired right now. I need some time to work things out."

Hazel orbs slightly shut, the music droning from the tv was lulling her brain. Somewhat. Well it did result in her dozing off slightly, until.." Doorbell?" A brow arched," Just as I might was possibly going to get some sleep." She stood and gently stretched, wincing slightly and padded to the door. A single hazel iris peered into the peephole," Hmm." Curiously she opened it to see a Darkling," What do you....?" He held out the flowers to her," Thank you.." She patted the creature on the head and took the flowers," Lilies." She looked to the Darkling, but he was gone. Perhaps they weren't so bad after all, annoying yes but a lot of men were annoying too. Into the kitchen went the Brit and found a large glass placing the flowers in it and some water sitting them on the counter," What's this?" A brow arched slightly as slender fingers slowly pulled something...a photo from the flowers," Jackie Estacado...you're going soft on me." A small soft smile as she eyed the torn photo. Obviously it was an older photo indeed she turned it over curious if a date was present, but instead found his cell number," Interesting." Idly the English Brat picked up the phone and dialed the number on the back and waited, nails lightly drumming on the counter top. The mind of the woman began to start that endless fight again. Jackie, Terry, Jackie, Terry as she waited. Knowing Jackie he assumed she would indeed call as soon as she got the delivery.

body slumped backwards into the bench. He had taken himself into the park again. He found himself here more often than he knew. This was his place of solitude. It was Him & his bike for the time. No one was in the park from what he could tell. His left arm leaned across the head rest of the bench, his fingers tapping on it quietly. The scenery was quite beautiful at this time of night. The summer's leaves waved from side to side as the slow breeze hit. The night was extravagant. But the only bad thing about being here in the park by himself was the fact that he was by himself here. No one ever shared his vision while he was here... this could possibly be the only place where he could feel whole and in place without most of life's disturbances. He reached his other hand down to his coat pocket, pulling the cell phone out and just holding it in his hand for now. He saw the (Sam) and knew the delivery was made. If she called, it'd be good... and if she didn't bother to call, it'd still be okay. The light vibration occurred in his hand, the phone was ringing. He glanced down at the blue screen where the caller would show up. It was Lara's digits. He just stared a moment then after 2 rings he placed the piece into his ear and opened up the phone, microphone attached. His smooth sounding voice emitted through the line... "How you doing?"

Murmurs and curses were pulled from his lips as he twisted wrong. The PD had shown up and despite all his barking, and snapping towards them as if he were some wild dog, than a man, he finally gave in a let them take him to be fixed up. Still the Brit wasn't happy about things. His upper lip curled slightly while he examined the blade which had been left as a -token- from Jackie in his upper chest, just under his collar bone. And just as he had left a clean bullet entry and exit wound in Jackie's arm as a -token- Lips pursed a moment and he moved pulling on his jacket eyeing the rip against the side he cursed slightly once more. "New bloody jacket.." papers were scattered about the flat where he was staying, along with pictures and other such effects he was so still quite fond of. The sound of his shuffling against the side walk fell soft. It was roughly 1 am, and still some of the town bustled, but not the area he was headed. Where he was going street lamps were growing dim and the trademark New York, steam was raising in lofts from the street covers. Eyes moved up and he glanced back around before slipping in. it was a dark little secluded pub, were someone to walk by they would think nothing of it. He slipped in to one of the tall stools that accompanied a tall round bar table and glanced some. Within only a few moments of being there a man joined him, dressed just as he were in slacks, a wife-beater with an unbuttoned and sat across from him. He looked as though he worked in a pawnshop, dark hair slicked back and far too oily. The man spoke a muttled bit of Russian and Sheridan arched a brow. "Da.." he responded and shifted forwards "Good to see you again, Dimitri. Business well?" still there voices were held low. The other man nodded and even his English held heavy accent. "Da, you too, Sheridan. Vhat's it been. Eh zix, zeven years? Vere 'ave you been hiding? Neh?" the ex-spy's head shook slightly "Long story, mate. Les' just say ..I've been kept..that's all.." Sheridan's hand moved into his pocket pulling a folded paper out of it and placing it on the table, rotating it as it fell open. Fingers rested on it slightly while looking up leaning forwards some. "I want to know, about this Jackie, bloke." it had been the tabloid he picked up a few days back. A hand moved in the air for a moment and the tender moved close giving the two a nod. "Vodka..and a brusque." The man moved away as Terry looked back to the Russian. "On me, Mate"

Kenneth Irons cupped her cheek in his hand and looked down upon her as he stood. "Take all the time you need. If you're up to it I have arranged a light meal." Nearly silent he was as he moved toward the door. Opening it just slightly he paused looking back, "My personal assistance Miss. Davenport took the liberty of choosing an outfit for you if you'd like to change." The grey haired man disappeared, without waiting for an answer. Sara pulled the sheets aside and shakily stood. The woman was torn. Part of her wanted to run back home to the familiar atmosphere of her efficiency apartment, but the forgiving half, the half she revealed this evening in Estacado's dojo urged her to stay. Barefooted, Sara padded across the massive bedroom, finally taking in the room. It could have housed her entire apartment, a four poster bed antique wardrobe, the walls painted in the soft hues of earthy colors. Sara's fingertips gazed across the translucent cheesecloth that wrapped around the pillars of the bed. Officious, and calculating; that's how she remembered Irons, however tonight he was quite changed, almost charming. Padding to the armoire, Sara opened it taking in the solitary garment that hung there. Within a few minutes Sara was dressed. She stepped out of the bedroom feeling a little exposed, but somewhat graceful. The dress was of the palest lilac, as she moved the shape that God had given her was all too noticeable. It hung down to the knee, and the thin straps at the top crisscrossed behind the scoop back. "Stunning. simply stunning, " Kenneth commented as he poured wine into two glasses. "Please have a seat, I trust you like salmon? My chef has prepared one of his specialties for this evening." The detective smiled gently and crossed the room, the low heels clicking against the marble tiles. "I'm so hungry right now I could even eat Jake's cooking." She laughed lightly at her own joke and sat at the chair Ken pulled out for her.

The phone was cordless, so Lara trekked into the living room area and turned the TV down. Finally an answer as she ran a hand through her long auburn locks," I'm fine. No rest for the wicked you know." He was expecting her call, not surprising. A bit of smile was present on her full lips. A brief pause," Thank you for the flowers. I had some waiting here for me, but I threw them out." Her tone went dark," Irons' sent them." The Brit pondered Jackie's reaction on this as she turned to go outside onto the balcony and stared over the city. Where was he? Could be anywhere, a block away, somewhere in the building below her. Lara wasn't sure. New York was almost peaceful at night from this high up. However The Bombshell knew better. It was a city that didn't sleep," Sorry about your Dojo, I'll pay for the damages." Her tone was at ease, almost gentle. A hand rested on the railing of the balcony a bit of a breeze causing her locks to waver about her form. Her mind wandered, it fell on Sara in the clutches of Irons and Nottingham. On Terry, what had become of him? He was alive, Lara knew him better then that and still in New York as well; Probably searching for her. Brownish-green orbs fell down, her mind beginning to press that issue into the front of her skull again. A sigh exhaled. If she could, Lara would shut down her mind. That was silly, she couldn't do that. Damn her logic and damn everything else with it. That torn emotion was raging within again. For a moment the Tomb Raider turned her back on the city and looked into the penthouse at the kitchen where rested the flowers and the picture laying beside them on the counter.

A smile formed on his face upon hearing her voice, it seemed so much more pleasant than usual. He had come to enjoy hearing from her more and more. Very much unlike Jackie at all to get a bit attached and seemly he was a bit possessive of what he thought was his. He figured from all that's been going down, that Lara was to be his but he never was one to assume so he'd have to figure it all out some other time. For the time being though, he'd enjoy her company on the phone. He stared upon the surroundings... "I was in the neighborhood so I figured I'd get you some flowers. I'm glad you like them."... the name she spoke echoed in his mind but he said nothing on it. Only having a momentary lapse of silence on the phone, a good 5 seconds at least... "Please, keep your money... I don't need it. I already have repairs going on. Matter fact... forget about your debts, I guess you could say that your out of my pocket now."... thoughts flowed through his head and the words they spoke to each other in the Dojo resurfaced in his mind. He felt a sense of seriousness as he spoke his next words... "You remember when I told you I had something I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how? Well... All I really wanted you to know was that I really care about you... and that I might even...lo..."... he caught himself on the last words and just shook his head. Jackie was about to commit mafia suicide. What he was feeling was something real strong and he hadn't ever experienced this type of emotion. According to his code, he was never to become attached with anyone.

Lara listened intently, his tone was at ease. Almost kind, odd for him really. Her mind was going through one too many thoughts at once. She was getting in way deep with this thing and Jackie, so deep she might not ever be able to get out. Terry came to mind again, his face and then Jackie and his face. A slender hand covered the English Archaeologist's face, then moved up through her hair unsteadily. She was glad, very glad Jackie could not see her right then. He would ask questions, ones she really would rather forgo on answering. Sheridan.. he would also ask questions now, diffently on that one. ," Hm. You are an odd bloke Jackie Estacado." The British accent mused at him on the out of his pocket deal," So if I'm out of your pocket were am I now?" Teasing again. ! am and the woman was teasing. That's Lara for you. Again her mind pressed on the issue of soon she would have to choose between him and Terry. She tried to ignore it, but it didn't quite work out. A gasp...did he almost say what she think he did? Slender fingers lapsed and the phone almost dropped," I'm sorry dahling, but what was that?" A brow arched, " Jackie...I.." Her head lowered, she knew and damnit what now? She was stuck between those two rocks in the hard place again," I know what you're trying to say...and I just don't know Relationships and me...they.." She paused and took a deep breath," Rotten Tomatoes. If you get my drift." Eyes wavered, pain and guilt insued," I really need to think about this situation, about you....and I." A finger tensed against the off button on the phone she wanted to hang up and crawl away now.

Thumb and hand moved over his chin a moment listening. A few empty beer bottles littered the table top and Dimitri was half way through the full bottle of Vodka. "If your planning on doing anyzing, Sheridan, I vouldn't. Ze man's got plenty of protections." Terry's lip curled slightly "I know." He snided towards the other man putting a bottle to his lips taking a swig before setting it back down. His hand then moved through his hair some as he shifted. Though Dimitri continued talking. "Zthough as of recent. From what has been told to me. His dojo came under a bit of a mess." A brow arched once more yet he said nothing taking up the bottle once more. "So, why you dressed in that mess." He motioned with the bottle to the man sitting across from him. There was a deep chuckle before words once again. "Vell, it keeps people from asking, vhat I do. Dressed like zhis, zhey zhink I'm nozhing more zhan zhop owner. But can't hid information from a zpy long, no comrade?" the bottle was set back down as he looked up "Ex- Spy.." he drawled. "Vell, you could 'ave fooled me. It zhis not vhat you are doing here. Zhis meeting?" hands folded together while index fingers steeple a moment " Can't a bloke, just be mildly curious?" Dimitri smirked slightly and set the shot glass on the tabloid. Questioning him in Russian once more, Terry pursed his lips against his steepled fingers looking at him. "...Da.." silently his hands unclasped and he lifted himself from the table while Dimitri put a hand on his shoulder "You zhould not vait zo long in between conversations Comrade." He gave a bit of a smug look only because the shoulder had been the one in which he'd been stabbed. "I'll be around. See you, Mate." With that the former spy moved from the pub into the growing darkness. Feet carried him away from the area easily enough before he flagged down a cab nearing to the brighter areas. As it seemed he was having to fall more and more back onto his spying skills. Since it was clear neither woman was fully keeping him up to par in this little go around. The cab stopped and he exited, it wasn't where his flat was but he hadn't felt the need for any sleep as of this point. Going on with musing of his own. Lara's little game was not the only on his mind. For now he was alone, and he almost longed for it. Walking with his hands tucked into his pockets he thought, a heavy sigh once pulling from his lips. If anything she'd be the end of him yet.

Pezzini felt weak all over, vulnerable yet secure and this odd sensation was overwhelming when mixed with the sudden change in Irons. The detective in her was curious about the blade and she wanted to glean as much information about it as possible. Could Ken explain the bits of dream she remembered, just how many others wielded this weapon, she wondered? A dull ache in her head reminded her to take things easy, that she was still in need of mending. As Sara moved to remove the silver napkin holder, the Witchblade shifted from her slender neck down to her wrist, resuming it's usual shape. The detective fingertips grazed over the alien metal questioningly. "It seems the Witchblade has grown quite fond of you Sara." Kenneth took his seat across from her and nodded to the butler as he served them. "I dare say, though all my inquiries on the blade I've never seen a more laudable possessor." His lips pursed into a smile. She stammered, "I highly doubt that. I've seen the gallery. I mean, how can you say that I compare to Joan of Arc?" Sara took a small hesitant bite of food and nodded in surprised approval. "My dear, you think so linear. If you recall the legend, Joan of Arc was burned for heresy to the throne. a martyr. I see a much brighter future in store for you Sara. If you so desired, I would show you the world, luxury, refinement, companionship." He was a smooth talker and despite his past Sara nearly considered the offer. Her job here in New York was slowly unraveling before her eyes, part of her feared she had lost her best friend Lara Croft, hell even her partner Jake was getting shaky around her. "Ken." she started. "Shhhh.." Kenneth silenced her rebuttal, "Don't answer just yet, I'm sure you need time to think things over, but the offer is genuine." He flashed another smile and took a sip of wine. That was when Sara caught it. Kenneth's right hand. it was whole and intact!

He had taken the teases very lightly. She was always playful no matter the seriousness of any matter. But that's what made her Lara, the Lara he was coming to get to know anyways. Jackie stood up from the bench and started walking around, not straying too far from his motorcycle but seemingly pacing in circles around the bench. He noticed her pause, similar to his own... No she wouldn't say it. She was too much like him but there was a lot she was hiding and Jackie knew this but never seemed to question it. She'd tell him whenever she felt the need to, if she ever felt the need to. He wouldn't force information out of her... "You don't have to explain... I fully understand, I'm the same way but different. But I'm glad you called me... I think I'll let you go now and we'll talk tomorrow or whenever, Okay?"... he nodded to himself knowing that she would comply correctly and he'd leave her be for the rest of the night.

She was tired of being up amongst the clouds. Obviously any thoughts or wants of sleep was shot now, her mind much too full' over flowing if you will. Her body shifted, eyes glancing downward. Perhaps a walk was in order, to clear her mind. If Lara had been at home, she would have hit her obstacle course in the backyard area of the Manor. But in the tender condition her side was still feeling even punching at the bag in the small in-pad gym was out of the question. Next best thing was walking, if she ever got off the phone with Jackie. Something told her this would happen soon enough thanks to her stammering about just barely. Idly, nervously the Brit chewed at her lower lip. Another nervous habit of hers soon joined with the lip biting. Yes Lara Croft twirled her hair. A strand found itself around her index finger as she pulled forward un-twirling it and then wrapped around again. The actions repeated constantly. Only when nervous or extremely worried about something. He spoke finally," You are odd.." In truth He was becoming more mysterious the more she got to know him," Well, good night then." At least he didn't press with questions yet. A funny feeling told Lara he would soon indeed. Men always pressed with questions. Well all the men Lara has ever known. Click. She hung up and stood there a moment," Now what Lara Croft?" Her tone was flat lined almost, she reaching her wits end slowly. If only Sara was available to talk too. She could help...maybe. Perhaps that was a bit of a bad idea. Lara was defiantly alone in this mess anyhow. She should have asked him about the books! But she didn't it was too late now and she didn't want to seem bothersome. Inside she went and into her bedroom throwing open her closet door after hanging the phone up. She got dressed, blue jeans and a loose t-shirt in blue. Yes Lara has loose fitting clothes too. Once dressed, sneakers on her feet she left the penthouse and went out into the night for a stroll, one to clear her head and two just to get out, tired of being cooped up for now. Damn, Damn, Damn. The curse echoed over and over in her mind as she rested her slender hands in her pockets and walked. The wind played at her hair, she was so wanting to get out she didn't even braid her hair, but left it loose and flowing not really caring at the moment right now. Too much on the brain to care.

The former spy was close to the Tomb Raiders place, and he shifted it were about a two blocks walk from where he now stood. Still he shifted, the information he'd gathered from an old friend rolling over in his thoughts. Jackie Estacado. He shifted putting up the collar of his leather jacket. Mafia, from what it seemed to him Lara took a keenness to Bad Boys. He of course having been one of them. besides needing his help why had she got him out of prison? A hand ran through his hair once more. He didn't quite like how things were turning in the events. Still eyes glanced down the street the direction of the apartment. If the tabloids were right perhaps, there was fancy between the two and he turned the corner. Eyeing a small diner with a neon light which flickered 'Open 24 hours' he moved and stepped up inside. It was designed as if it was made from a metro car and he sat at the counter. "Coffee.." he shifted slightly glancing over to the lone piece of pie. "I'll take that too.." he motioned as the elderly man took care of things whipping his hands on the apron. " Rough night with the misseus?" the man questioned setting the pie and cup in front of him. Sheridan gave a snot. "I 'aven't got a -misses- mate." The man seemed to give him a knowing nod as he shifted. His mind was going over things still, and some he wondered of Sara. He hadn't seen her since things got crazy. Last he saw her she was bleeding and bad. Quietly he at a bit of the pie and glanced to his cup. "Let me tell you something, son. No matter how much you ponder, you'll never understand." Sheridan's eyes rolled slightly. Being badgered by an old man wasn't on his list of things to do. Shifting he put some sugar in his coffee with a little bit of cream and took a sip. The man looked as if he was going to say something again and Sheridan intervened "Oy, mate..do you mind?" a brow arched in question. He wasn't really in the mood, he had enough to think about already. The man obliged and moved cleaning up tables and sweeping. leaving Sheridan to his late snack of pie and coffee.

Head down, hair falling just enough to hide her face, eyes watching the sidewalk as she moved. The streets were empty, a newspaper fluttered passed. On she walked, not really going anywhere. Her feet were just moving. Her head not clearing, behind her lay a city and in it somewhere two men. Two problems. All Lara's. Also somewhere was her best friend, with a devil of a man. People plotting against her, wanting her dead. In all truths it was suicide to be in New York for the Brit. However, she had a job to do and she would do it. She lifted her head a moment, rounding a corner. A diner sat before her and one person a man sitting inside it. A brow arched," Terry?" He was alive and walking as well as she probably was. One way to find out. Holding her head high the woman from England walked into the diner," Hey there." The man looked up from his cleaning to give Lara a nod. A brief smile, the nod returned by her," Evening." She shouldn't be here, she should have just kept walking really. But here she was, probably about to make things worse on herself as she sat down next to Sheridan and arched a brow," Hmm. I see old habits die hard." She of course met his pie and coffee. A hint of a grin played on her full lips as the owner she guessed came up and asked her if she wanted anything," Nothing at the moment thank you." He nodded, arching a curious brow. Lara instilled a quick glare as if to say go about your own business. For his own sake the man took the gesture wisely and obeyed. Silence instilled now, driving Lara mad, but she didn't know what else to say just yet really.

Sara's eyes were wide in utter shock. Numbly her hand picked up the wine glass as she began to drink. "Is something wrong Sara? Are you upset?" asked Kenneth as he placed the glass back down with the repaired, flawless right hand. His silver orbs studied the detective with a knowing wickedness. Irons' knew all too well what was racing though the young woman's mind and it delighted him to see her in this state. He watched over her with a brow arched as her bosom heaved skyward and she drank in the crimson alcohol. Sara emptied the glass in one swift gesture her eyes wide and affixed on his hand. She licked the stain of burgundy merlot from her lips and put the glass down a little too heavily. Her heartbeat quickened, "Wrong? Oh but let me tell you why." She pushed back the chair and turned to leave. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn't just some kind of sick game you're playing with me?" Her mind raced as she panicked. What was she doing?! Ken was back from the dead, the hand that had tried to possess the Witchblade reinstated to its former glory, and she was here having dinner with him?! This was nuts. He stood, closing the distance between them quickly. He took hold of her wrist, spinning her about to face him. "How can I argue with you? After all you 'are' the detective." the tone of his voice mocking her accusation. The silver haired billionaire leaned in close to Sara's face his lips almost grazing hers as he spoke in a low tone, "Ah but don't you want to know why the Yakuza are after your new partner. Miss Croft?" He drew back his lips curling into a hideously devilish smirk. He had her full attention now. "What have you done?!" shouted Sara as she drew herself back feeling very much like a cornered animal.

Sheridan's weight shifted on the small little round seat he sat upon at the counter. he hadn't really heard the bell of the door jingle when Lara entered. One clear sign he was engrossed with his thoughts. Though things like that were often means of quick end's for a spy. Still he didn't turn as he heard the voice he already knew anything he needed to about who just walked in. he was almost even starting to recognize the way she entered an area with out having to look at her. Cheek bulged slightly as he but the last bit of pie in his mouth while Lara sat down next to him. "Some habits never die, luv." He shifted slightly putting the fork on the plate as the man cleaned up. "What are you doing here? The way Jackie-boy was after you..wouldn't 'ave though he'd let you out of 'is sights so quick." Digits moved about the mug of coffee closing while he lifted it sipping some, while still holding it he took a glance at her. It was clear he had things on his mind, yet he didn't say anything more. Cheeks tightened slightly and he took another sip before setting the cup down. "Well everything's worked out just peachy keen, hasn't it, Lara?" he glanced away from her once more. Ruddy holiday.." he murmured slightly and motioned for the man to top of his coffee. A brow arched slightly towards Lara as he shifted once more. "Games become more twisted, than at first glance 'asn't it." At first they were dealing with Irons and the book. Nottingham had split who knows where. And he'd shadowed Irons gathered information. But now things were taking a dangerous twist. As most things often did in dealings with Lara Croft. But now they were all wrapped up in something else, like a spiders web the more that happened the worse it got.

She just looked at him, for the longest time. Hazel orbs studying the rugged features, the dark hair, his current expression. Sheridan's expressions were also hard to read, but this one she had pegged. Something was turning over and over in his mind. Mulling about like the jumble in her own. For a moment she gazed about, eyes peering out the windows of the Diner. Since the whole business with The Yakuza had began, Lara stared to watch her back a little more and carry a weapon at all times. Yes, resting tugged tightly in her jean's waist was one of her Magnums. Just to be safe. The Brit detests being caught unarmed. No more chances were to be taken now. The silence still ringed. Insanity. She wanted to scream for all she was worth, but at that moment Lara figured herself not to be worth very much. Terry, Jackie, Terry, Jackie. Round and round the names and the faces went in her skull, and if not them then it was Sara. Desperately the Archaeologist longed to see her Blade Wielding friend alive and well. Would Terry lay into her verbally? Would this turn into one of their fights, adding to an already existing list of past rumbles between the two. Of course Lara would not stand for it and would toss words back into his face. Possibly even slap him if they got into it. However it was His call not hers on how this panned out. Damn that annoying silence. If only he would speak, say something, anything now. Patience's was indeed a virtue, one Lara figured she did not posses, or barely had any of. Her side throbbed a little at her, reminding her of all the day's events. Her lips remembered also, the touch of thrilling kisses. Jackie's kisses. From the night of the train tracks and from the Dojo. Idly the Tomb Raider wondered if Terry's kisses were still as intense and hunger driven as they had been so long ago. She tried to compare the two, but found she could not. Each man was different and yet in ways the same. Dangerous people, "Hmm." Of course he would bring Jackie up and this morning," Yes. Some habits don't." A sigh, it was audible as well," Not really. Things are becoming rather mucked up to be honest." Hazel irises once more shifted to the windows," And I'm not really out of his sight." She locked on a pair of beady yellow eyes in the alley across the street. A Darkling. Of course, had she really expected him to not have them keep track of her? Not in the least, she had become used to it In fact. A nod," Yes, yes twisted." She had to agree. Slender fingers fidgeted with each other," So.." The Brit really had nothing to say at the moment, and thus she trailed off, leaving the word so hanging in the air. For now at least. Eyes glanced upwards," I think I'll have a cup of coffee now please." Soon a steaming mug was placed before her, carefully she cooled it then took a gingered sip and returned it to resting on the counter.

"I swear if you hurt her. to get to me," she stammered. Kenneth's eyes rolled skyward, he seemed almost bored with her idiotic blundering. "How typical, Always thinking the world revolves around you." The billionaire tucked his fingers into the waistcoat pocket of his hand-tailored suit and produced a silver pocket watch. He flipped it open and noted the time, his eyes leisurely worked over Sara, "Tisk, tisk," He wagged his finger to and fro. Snapping the watch closed he tucked it away. "Such a shame that she had to involve herself with a notorious mobster like Estacado. Rumor has it this is revenge for his hit on a Yakuza figurehead." Backing up slowly, Sara let out a yelp as she felt her ass bump into the large table in Kenneth's foyer. The large arrangement of flowers fell to the tiles in a stunning explosion of water and glass. Sara's mouth dropped open in horror as she desperately searched for the words. Irons neared her again, pressing his hands behind her on the table closing her in for the moment. "Of course I 'have' been known to pull a few strings. I might be able to cut a deal for her life if I were given specific. reassurances." It felt like the detective's skin was crawling off her body as her mind put piece after piece together. Reluctantly Sara nodded, turning her gaze toward the fireplace as her frame tensed. She thought of Michael. He was on his knees pleading for his life when he died, just like McCarthy was when Kenneth last had her cornered. This time the target was away from her reach, and that scared her even more. "Just do what you have to do to save her life and I'll grant you that reassurance." She spoke low, re-clenching her jaw in restraint. Kenneth grazed his thumb against the line of said jaw and pursed his lips in contentment. "See? Now didn't I tell you my collection would be complete?" He withdrew and turned curtly to make the arrangements, leaving one ego shattered Pezzini to stand amidst broken glass and dying flowers in utter dismay.

"Obviously your mind is going over things you've missed my sarcasm in the matter." Form shifted while he watched the Tomb Raider, casually drinking his coffee. Still the man of the diner kept glancing over and every once in a while, Sheridan would roll his eyes. Still he listened to her and he set the empty cup down. "Well couldn't expect any man to want to let you out of 'is sights.. now darling." He made a point though. The former spy had kept tabs on her since their last --mission- together. Now he was raising to his feet. "Tell Jackie, 'thanks' for the sword." He fought the urge to roll his shoulder as he stood. Here wasn't the place to get into anything, and he knew better. "Either of you must really fancy each other." He muttered slightly, almost coldly as he set some money on the counter an moved. But what did it matter to him. Why had things between Lara and Jackie struck a cord with him? His head shook slightly in answer to his own questions. Terry was still in his old ways of things, especially concerning women. Yet still, he hadn't come to New York for a shag-fest. On the contrary, he'd come for a short term of business which was finished and then some holiday. But as usual, Sheridan ended up getting himself wound in something else; something he was forced to find his own information about. Glancing down once more to the Tomb Raider he shifted, tucking his hands into his pockets. "It's like you enjoy taking the -fun- out of my life, Lara." Moving towards the door he stopped "'haven't you ever noticed how life gets so complicated? Nothing's ever been simple with you Lara. Nothing ever will." He spoke almost dryly as he leaned his back some on the door, careful not pushing it open yet. "Still." he paused "I wonder. What will you choose, Croft?" Form shifted and the old man ducked out of sight while the Brit kept his sights upon her. "If you're going to have a go, have at it. But here, isn't the place for it." His hand moved as he stepped outside slightly "I've four blocks to my place, unless I can hail a cab. The choice is yours Lara." He stepped out shrugging his jacket slightly despite the bit of pain from his patched wound.

What would she do? Fall for the Knight in Shining Dark Armor, or the Rogue Ex-Spy? Perhaps neither, maybe she would simply give both the same answer either way. A mental sigh, soon she would have to make up her mind. Probably sooner then she wishes too and no one could help her weight the pros and cons on this one. No one. Idly Lara pondered what advice her Father might give, if still alive. Probably the old Father stand-by of just follow your heart, but her heart was torn. Torn between something new and exciting and something old and exciting, or just to simply throw both away. She indeed needed time to think, but the more she thought the worse it got. Her brother's infamous saying to her echoed in her skull. Lighten up Lara. Right. She did and look at what happened. If she had simply played by Lara's rule book, both men would had been told off promptly. However the Brit recalled both men were overly adamant about obtaining something they so desired. Right now that something was Her. Every girl's dream was now Lara's nightmare. The mind drifted onto her friend once more. Sara, where are you? Came the mental question, surely she was safe. Had to be, but at what cost? Slowly one of Lara's damn the torpedoes, off the cuff plans were formulating. Bad thing was it would involve her needing both Terry and Jackie's help. She knew Sara was at Irons' place, however she could not simply waltz over there tonight. No. That would do no good, plus she needed to let the boys in her on little scheme. One sat next to her now, might as well get the ball rolling. Suddenly she was snapped out of her thinking," Oh sodden hell!" Hazel eyes shifted, narrowed slightly," I got your ruddy sarcasm Terry. Remember I know you in all senses of the word." Her tone was rising, her quick to start anger as well. This was what killed it for them in the first place," I'm taking the fun out of your life?!?!" Her fists clenched, one coming to pound on the counter as she stood," How in the blazes do I do that?" Her accent became thicker, her temper flaring. Terry always knew what buttons to push, how to word things just right to light her fuse," I come in here trying to be bloody civil, but no. You got to be an ass like always!" Before Lara knew what she was doing she had let her anger and her mouth run the show. So much for being logical," Bugger." She hissed, "Why must you always do this Sheridan?" If he was going to pull out with the military last name call bit so was she," Why must you always piss me off?" Eyes flickered to the owner," A glass of water please." He nodded quickly, bumbling about and sat the glass down before her. Money was sat down for the coffee and the water as she took the glass in her hand," Here. It looks like you need a cold one." Splash! The glass was set down with a smack," Cool your jealous rages and come see me later tomorrow. You know where the Penthouse is. I've got a plan to get my best friend back." She pointed a steady finger at him," Now, the choice is yours." With that she pushed passed him," At least no matter what I choose I can count at least one of you to be a real man about it." And it was clearly obvious she did not mean him," Good night." With that she was gone, and following behind her a curious looking little black creature which turned and gave Terry the finger before fading into the shadows behind Lara.

"And who says I wasn't being civil, Lara?" Terry's form shifted on his feet his side stung slightly while he did so and eyed her "And -I- wasn't the one who started it. I made simple comments.. and you took them wrong. You want to have a row, fine!" just then the water hit his face and dripped down. Lids closed and opened slowly as his tongue moved against his lips pulling water off his bottom. "I could always count on you to start the tossing of things." his form moved becoming slightly rigid, she was making things rough; by now he would have thought he'd be used to it. A brow cocked slightly. "I don't give the Majesties flying fuck about your ruddy new.Yankee, wanker of a boyfriend!!" he growled. Was he jealous and not picked up on it? He wasn't sure and right now he didn't want to think about it. Droplets of water rolled from his chin slightly. "I wouldn't be any part of your problem if YOU hadn't stepped back into MY life!" his form moved outside while she was following after. "Who was spending time shadowing Irons, trying to get in to get things wired? While you.Caroused with, Jackie-boy? Hmm?" He pointed his finger towards her some as he moved "You -need- me Lara Croft. I could easily be back in England by tomorrow." Brows narrowed to the comment of being a man, it was below the belt "I'll be there, but it won't be for you. But I'm not staying for you Lara. I'm doing it for Sara. I've taken a nice fancy to her and at least with her I don't have to watch myself for her right hook!" he fumed as Lara stormed off and he caught a glimpse of the glowing beady yellow eyes. Sheridan never went anywhere with out his gun and a shot rang out into the darkness of the alley before he turned and headed to his own flat.