Disclaimer: Hehehehehe...it's mine! All mine!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

::IrishRaven's sane half "X" appears::

Ahem...it seems that she...I...we...Well, in any case, my other half is under the delusion that she owns Witchblade. But she, and I, do NOT own Witchblade, or anything to do with it. Top Cow has most of the rights, and TnT (cough)stupidbastards(cough), may have some share, though I doubt they have any, since they canceled ::ARG!!!:. Just wanted to clear that up. IrishRaven can get carried away with her active imagination sometimes...

A/N: I would have updated sooner, but I was inevitable detained by a trip to Montreal. Heh. A trip that I didn't know about until eleven pm the night before. So, hopefully my lull in updating is forgivable.

Feedback: Need I say anything? I feel it would insult your intelligence if I begged pathetically for reviews once again. So here I am. Not begging pathetically for reviews. Nope, no begging here. ::Awkward silence ensues::

So...uh, here's the next chapter.

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Chapter V

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Danny stared up at the ceiling, listening to the chaos occurring outside the office. Sooner or later, Lee would notice he was gone.of course, with how hectic the house had been lately, with his son and daughter, and the new baby on the way..But she'd surely notice if he wasn't home before.ten o'clock pm.certainly well before eleven. Danny glanced at his watch. Five after eleven o'clock. That was only.eleven hours.maybe twelve.

The door of the office opened, then closed with a loud bang. Danny reached for his gun. If it was that monkey again.

"What.the.hell.?!" the girl was out of breath, and very perplexed. She was at the police station, right?!

Danny strained his neck to see around the desk. The girl was leaning against the door, afraid, as were most people who entered the office that day; fearing that whatever insanity was outside would seep in.

"Detective Pezzini? Detective Woo?" A teenage girl was looking around the office for the aforementioned detectives.

"May I help you?" Danny asked.

"I'm here to drop something off for Detective Pezzini.is she here?"

"No. But she should be back soon,"

"How soon is soon?" the she asked, looking through the blinds and into the stations house/Zoo.

"I don't know. I didn't catch your name."

"Eli," the girl replied.

"If you leave whatever it is here, I'll make sure she'll get it."

"Detective Woo, one quick question.why are you down there?"

"Super glue,"

"Ah,"

With a crash, a stapler came flying through the office and Eli ducked to avoid it. She stared at the projectile stapler for a few moments before looking back to Danny.

"Is there anything I can do to help you before I give into my urge to flee?"

"Do you have a phone?"

Eli dug into her pocket and practically threw it at Danny.

"Keep it," Eli said after hearing the roar of a predator out in the precinct. This place was center of weirdness. Odd things were happening all over the city; things that usually wouldn't faze her, but these odd things seemed to be occurring in a very supernatural way.

She ran towards the door of the precinct, passing a woman holding a motorcycle helmet, and a dangerous-looking man dressed in black. The woman had emerald eyes, with a 'don't-mess-with-me-I-can-cause-you-so-much-hurt' sort of presence".

The man looked as though he could easily snap someone's neck in two without blinking. Eli moved a bit farther away from him. Though he was drop dead gorgeous, he looked like one of the people she had seen in "Assassins' Monthly". (Yes. There is such a magazine, and she has a subscription to it. Now shush.) Except there was one thing that made her stop and stare at him as he went into the precinct.was that a bunny he was holding?

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"Johnson, state your position,"

"East wing, upper floor,"

"Roger that. Any sign of him?"

"No, not yet. But we've had reports of disturbance in this area,"

"Keep sharp up there, Johnson. This guy can do a lot of damage,"

Johnson walked down the hall cautiously, his gun drawn. He checked the first room he came to, then continued down the corridor in the same fashion. He reached the final door, and heard movement inside.

"Daniels, intruder in spare room. I'm going to check it out."

"Johnson, do not approach. Repeat, do not approach. Wait for back up," Daniels' voice crackled over the headset.

"I can take him, sir,"

"Johnson, no!!!"

There was the sound of a gun shot, a crash, and the sound of struggle soon stopped, and all that could be heard was the cackling of a child; then static.

Daniels, the assistant head of security for Kenneth Iron's estate, sighed as he tore his headset off. 'Just tranquilize him' Nottingham had said. It sounded easy in principal, but not when you were dealing with a resourceful, insane multi-billionaire. Even worse.that was the second guy he had lost today.

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"Danny?"

Sara pushed the door open to reveal the empty office. She walked over to where he had last been, only to find a pair of pants and a belt on the empty chair. Looks like he got through to Lee...or things got so bad that his pants were the last thing on his mind.

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Nottingham looked around the upper level of the station house while Sara went to help her partner. The precinct was indeed a Zoo. Monkeys, tigers...~and bears...oh my~ Ian raised his eyebrow in puzzlement as he heard a voice in his head add the last phrase. That had been happening a lot lately...that may very well be where the idea of Moscow had come from.

The monkey hanging from the ceiling fan above him took this time to jump down and grab the assassin in a headlock. Nottingham struggled with his primate opponent for a few moments before grabbing it by the back of its neck. It hit him over the head repeatedly with a phone, until Ian tore it away from the monkey, and threw the primate onto a desk. As he was staring at the monkey, who, oddly enough reminded him of someone...the phone began to ring in his hand.

"Hello?"

"Hi...is this Detective Pezzini's office?"

Ian recognized the voice as Dr. Vicki Poe's, an acquaintance of Sara's.

"Not at this exact moment, but I am capable of walking over and giving her the phone, if that is what you mean,"

"Uh...sure. Just hurry," Vicki paused, "Who is this?"

'A paid assassin, the Wielder's Protector, and Sara's admirer,' "I am a friend of detective Pezzini," he replied simply.

"Ah,"

Obviously, the Doctor was surprised to hear this.

"Sara, the phone is for you," Sara took it from Ian with a questioning look.

"Hello?"

"Sara, I need some help down here,"

"Vicki? What's going on?"

"Just get down here, please!"

"All right,"

"C'mon Nottingham," said Sara, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the morgue.

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Author's Note: I can't take it any more...REVIEW!!!!

~There~ I said it. Whew. I don't know when the next chapter is coming. I write this story while in school, usually while in Math class. (Which is *such* a bad idea, since I'm sooooo close to failing Math.) I'll update as soon as possible! I promise. No more spontaneous trips out of the country until I do.