The End and The Beginning.. (Feat. Terry Sheridan, Sara Pezzini, Ian Nottingham and Lara Croft)

Boots moved again against the ground as he walked out into the night, the rain falling around them washing the blood from his arm. His thigh hurt partly where the other pulled had grazed him but his arm hurt the most. And his removing the bullet made it throb even more. The darklings had probably gotten Jake, unless he had run. But somehow Sheridan didn't think the detective was that kind of man. Still, his thoughts were dark, grim. He involved Jake. And now Sara had witnessed the loss of another partner before her eyes. Form shifted as something came out after them. he was still edgy and the sig was pulled out aimed towards the form as it neared. Breath pulled from his lips. It was as he had assumed. Jake was dead, now lying on the floor. As Sara neared he replaced the Sig and Dimitri moved to one of his own men who was howling across the lawn, leaving the spy with the distort Detective. Shoulders shrugged off his jacket as he moved slowly the rain rolling against his cheeks and dripping off his chin. "Sara I'm sorry.." he moved draping the jacket around her shoulders. "..I shouldn't 'ave involved 'im. Its my fault." Even some of Dimitri's own were dead because of their involvement. He didn't know what else to say to say towards her and he glanced away some before back. Was he feeling guilty. Yes. The red and blue flashing grew closer and he shifted turning to look over his shoulder towards Dimitri with a nod, the Russians slipped of into the night and away from the scene. The spy wanted to say something more, to try to console her, but he wasn't even able to towards Lin, when Chow did. "I'm sorry it 'ad to turn the way it did. I'm only a spy..not a miracle worker." He breathed, the loss of life had at least been minimal, with as much damage and destruction the place now shown. Form shifted once more as NYPD were now nearing them.

He had left her, saying she needed to come to terms with who and what she was now. Lara wasn't sure what to feel or think. Was she evil now...was she still a good person? Not saying Jackie isn't, but...the Brit was highly confused indeed. Hazel orbs had returned to normal, it seemed unless Jackie was near her she could not become transformed if you will by the armour and the green eerie glow could not over take her brownish-green eyes. Naked now, completely as she stood in a room prepaired completely for her. A full lenght mirror stood in the corner of it, a large four poster bed behind her to one side and of course a dresser, the normal things all bedrooms contain. She stared into the mirror at her unclothed form, save for panties for a long time. The room was completely dark save for the illumination of the moon through the glossamire curtians to her left. She had grown used to being in the dark fast and did not seem to mind it. He had said that was a good thing, fear never made it easy with this. No fear was good. Lara Croft never feared anything, but why was she so scared now? A head full of questions now, things would never be normal again for her. Life as she had once known it was dead. A part of her had died with it aswell. After a long moment of staring at her repaired seemling perfect naked flesh, Lara moved. She moved towards the bed and picked up a soft satin silver colored slip like night dress and slide it on over her head. The cool material felt wonderful against her skin. This was home now. Bare feet padded silently to the window as she stared out it, and down into new York City. He was out there somewhere, the Knight in Shining Dark Armour, her savior, her lover so to speak. A sigh fell from slightly parted lips. She lifted the famed golden gun that had ended Kenneth Irons' life and pressed it against the spot where she figured her heart was located, if she still has it. the cold metal seeming to seep through the light material she wore now. Both hands held it there gently," I am yours. You are mine." The words came as a whisper as the British Bombshell came to terms with what she is now. An Angel of Darkness.

Sara sighed. A random thought that she would never see her motorcycle again passed over her thoughts. She looked to Terry again her tone dull and lifeless, even as she noticed the lights. "Michael. Jake. Lara.." It was staggering to think of all the blood on Ken's hands. Unbeknownst to Sara Irons even had connection to the death of her father, James Pezzini. "I don't think I can handle a truckload of questions and a possible night in holding right now. I can't look Joe in the eye right now and tell him I've lost another partner. that I've failed." She swallowed, blinking slowly. She was in shock, blurting the first thing to come to her head. the lack of energy. "He's taken everything from me, and you know. boil it all down." Her lips pressed together as she clenched her jaw. Her head shook eyes casting away. "It all comes down to me. If I could have just looked the other way when Estacado took that cop hostage. "The naked detective didn't react to the jacket. Nor to his self abuse. It was when his hand barely touched her skin that she winced. "Don't touch me. everything I touch turns to shit. Everyone I love. care about." She stared at him blankly, "I can't trust anyone right now Terry, but to be honest," She looked pained again thinking about the past 36 hours. "you were only doing your job. I just fucked up."

Form shifted once more "She's like 'im now isn't she.." he looked into Sara's face, she didn't need to tell him, he already knew. "Tch. She never did listen to me anyway.." perhaps in a way saying it like that made him feel better about the anger he felt in the matter. But he shifted once more as she spoke. There was another heavy breath pulled from his lips as he watched her. How lives could be turned so upside down in a matter of moments. Shoulders rolled forwards. A brow arched slightly as some of the cars parked though the red and blue lights still flashed. "Then get away from it all. Even if it's for a short time." An ambulance showed up and a young kid got out moving towards them noticing Terry's arm. "Sir, can I have you come with me and we'll fix that right up." A slight growl pulled from his lips a moment as he looked towards the kid "Do you mind, mate?" the kid was persistent. "But sir. You've been shot." The kid wouldn't listen, but Sheridan wasn't in the mood for it. He felt a bit sorry for the kid as a fist struck him knocking him down to the ground. And he glanced up at Sara. "..'E wouldn't shut up. And I wasn't finished.." she had said words similar to those the night he'd seen her at her apartment. "You've told me before." he looked at her "I don't expect you to trust me, or anyone with what you've been through, love. I'm a spy.. most of my life was spent living off lies. Being someone I wasn't to get my job done." He breathed out and looked at her and he remembered something that had been spoke to him before. "People can't change who they are. And we all knew the risks something like this would 'ave been. I'm just sorry things turned out the way they did." He moved slightly glancing to the kid on the ground as he groaned. "We all did what we though we needed to do. No what we felt, like we should 'ave. Everyone make a wrong move. Its life." Form shifted now as he turned some the NYPD was already starting over the scene and he walked away slightly. "Should you need anything.. the number will always work."

How quickly things changed, within just a few hours. Some things were righted, some were not. Friends are becoming enemies, and enemies are becoming friends. Lara had been changed, Sara distraught, Jake was dead, and himself.....the jury was still out on it. Looking down to Sara from where he was, he leaps from the balcony, and jumps to the ground, getting up without anything to show it. "I'm sorry about Jake." He says simply, looking to her back, wondering if she would even care that he was there or not. It was going to be a while before she was truly alright.

Sara stared at him blankly as he spoke, rational and clear headed. no wonder he made such a good spy. She cast her gaze toward the EMT as he tried to bind Terry's wounds; And received a nasty rebuttal. Cops were closing in past them, regarding her nakedness, for as long as time would allow before the responsibility of a job and innocent lives kicked in to get their legs moving again. Her clean, healed fingertips touched over Sheridan's shoulder as he turned. Sara pushed him about and tried to find something of comfort to offer, but her words failed her. Her face crumpled into his chest as she finally let go of her tears. The sirens and shouting voices around her concealed the sound of Nottingham's low voice, but she knew he was at least close. always watching. The brunette's head was down her hair falling into her face parallel to the falling rain, and her mood. Her salty tears mix with the falling droplets, as she has nothing left in her but to let go.

"Those who die are never fully gone. Memories always remain." Form shifted once more "None of us could have just sat there and not do anything about it." the rain was slowing down becoming lighter falling still from the sky. Why at times like this was there always rain. "But don't fret too much, hm love. Nothing you've done is going to be the end of me. I came to New York with lingering feelings for a woman, who 'ad a dangerous man at 'er side seeking the same. I've stepped on toes. Not like I 'aven't done it before. 'ell I'm sure there are still men in China looking for me to end my life. I'm used to it by now. Jackie's threat is no different." He stopped when Nottingham dropped down near, speaking his condolences towards the distraught Detective. Eyes moved towards the man, he'd been a player in the game from the start. He'd taken Sara to Iron's delivered her straight into his hands. And yet he betrayed the man. It was interesting the effects a woman could have over a man. Even one like Nottingham, even Jackie.. and even himself. He blinked when she gripped his shoulders and pulled him around. He could feel her face against him as she cried and chest fell slightly while he exhaled. A hand moved brushing against her wet hair as he stood there and let her cry. Sometimes silence was more comforting than any words could have been. But his eyes moved to Nottingham who was standing there. Soon the PD was bustling around them, going about their own work.

His eyes widen slightly as he sees Sara move towards Terry, trying to be comforted. His face falls slightly, it was probably better that she did. What could he say to her? He loved the woman, that was for sure, but here she was going to Terry. Looking behind him, he saw the street starting to fill up with on lookers and police. She probably hated his guts, and he couldn't blame her, he had been responsible for most of this. Hanging his head low, as the rain fell into his hair, he turns and moves away from her, and starting to walk off into the horizon, not really sure where he would go tonight. He wasn't sure whether to give Sara space, or to be with her, but it was all so confusing either way. He didn't really know what to do.