Ian had refused her when she asked for his help. In the end his refusal had
cost the lost of her partner, Det. Woo. But it had been essential to test
her, to test the blade. Though she had pass; she would never forgive him.
All that was left of their obscure relationship was disdain and animosity.
She made sure he knew where he stood in her life, with every incisive
comment left an everlasting mark on his already lacerated soul. Nottingham
felt the weight he carried on his shoulders grow heavier and he let out a
small sigh.
"What the hell was that for?" Sara didn't bother to hide the hostility in her voice.
"It is nothing Lady Sara"
"Huh, yeah whatever and cut with the 'Lady' crap."
Nottingham lowered his head. He always seemed to be her intended target, the scapegoat whenever she was in her mood. Then again she was always in that 'mood' whenever he was around. He knew she had been having a bad day. Her day wasted away at court and then Irons' sorry excuse to gain Sara's sympathy with an apology. He had hid in the shadows listening. Ian was about to leave when the conversation, though breif, had been about him. But he knew better then to have his hopes up when Sara inquired about his whereabouts. She only wanted to find him to answer a few more questions she had. Now she had the opportunity to ask but instead was ready to lash out at him. If this was what she wished to do he was not going to stop her. Ian had longed given up hope to try and understand Sara Pezzini.
"If that is what you wish…Sara?"
"You know what I wish for, Nottingham!? What I wish is for you and your master…"
The sudden jerk of the elevator car and the emergency lights turning on had cut Sara in mid-sentence. Leaving them in an eerie light red glow, much like the crimson color of the Witchblade when it would swirl on her wrist. The blaring sound of the alarm went off and Ian quickly moved over to the panel, ignoring the apprehension in Sara's facial expression as he came closer to her. Lifting the metal cover, Ian grabbed the emergency phone.
"Security?"
"This is Nottingham, what seems to be the problem?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nottingham but there was a short in the electrical system, triggering the fire alarm and locking the elevator systems. It will be a few hours before we can operate the elevators, Sir. Other then that every thing is fine." The man on the other line held his breath waiting for an answer. Nottingham's reputation was well known through out the company and every one went beyond to stay out of his way.
"Tell me the situation of elevator number three?" Ian demanded, needing to know exactly where he was. As a bodyguard Ian made mental notes off all the escape routes in the building. Other then the architects themselves, he was the only other person that knew the Vorshlag building inside and out. As with all the other buildings and homes Irons owned. Kenneth Irons is indeed a man with many enemies. He knew there were trap doors along the elevator chutes they could use to head back down to the first floor or even up to the roof through a hidden access. Security was the only thing Ian had control over.
"Yes, Sir. The elevator car seems to be stuck between floors eleven and twelve. We will get you out as soon as possible, Sir."
If Ian didn't know any better there is a trap door that leads back out onto the eleventh floor. With the phone still cradled in his hand he turned to find Sara sitting in a corner of the elevator staring up at him. She raised an eyebrow, giving him the look that she was pissed off. A compeling urge came over Ian. Since they were going to be stuck together for a while he might as well get as much information about Sara Pezzini and what made her tick while he still could and maybe he just might be indulged to help her along with the Witchblade. Because he knew after today he would never have this chance again; Irons would see to that. He returned his attention back to the phone.
"Work quickly is that understood? And turn that damn alarm off." Ian insisted strongly over the phone.
"Yee…yesss, Sir." But all he heard was the click of the phone. With a sigh of relief the security guard started to wipe away the beads of sweat that stared forming on his forehead. Thankful that he wasn't alone in the elevator with Nottingham.
"So what the hell is going on, Nottingham?" Sara questioned.
"It appears that we are stuck here for a while, Sara." Ian returned to his submissive posture.
"No shit Sherlock!"
Sara had already been frustrated but this little incident just pushed her over the edge. It was enough she had been having a bad day, but to be stuck in an elevator with him for god knows how long was worse. Sara hated not having some slight control over the situation. 'Well at lease your not alone, Pez' she thought to herself. But looking up at her company it wouldn't have been any different.
"There had been an electrical failure and the elevator systems have locked. To what I have been informed it will be a few hours before we are able to move." Ian knew she didn't care for the formalities but it was something they could discuss instead of her lashing out at him. At least for the time being which was short lived.
"Well can't you get us out of here? Can't you climb out of the car and start crawling around or something? You obviously have a knack for lurking around and shit."
"The cables are more then six inches thick and covered in grease. I am not spiderman, Sara."
Ian had been stunned by his own witty retort. He considered himself a patient man; its what made him such a dangerous assassin. But he could only take so much from Sara Pezzini. Maybe he should just tell her about the escape route? –Or may be not. Being trapped with Sara could turn out quite interesting.
"What the hell was that for?" Sara didn't bother to hide the hostility in her voice.
"It is nothing Lady Sara"
"Huh, yeah whatever and cut with the 'Lady' crap."
Nottingham lowered his head. He always seemed to be her intended target, the scapegoat whenever she was in her mood. Then again she was always in that 'mood' whenever he was around. He knew she had been having a bad day. Her day wasted away at court and then Irons' sorry excuse to gain Sara's sympathy with an apology. He had hid in the shadows listening. Ian was about to leave when the conversation, though breif, had been about him. But he knew better then to have his hopes up when Sara inquired about his whereabouts. She only wanted to find him to answer a few more questions she had. Now she had the opportunity to ask but instead was ready to lash out at him. If this was what she wished to do he was not going to stop her. Ian had longed given up hope to try and understand Sara Pezzini.
"If that is what you wish…Sara?"
"You know what I wish for, Nottingham!? What I wish is for you and your master…"
The sudden jerk of the elevator car and the emergency lights turning on had cut Sara in mid-sentence. Leaving them in an eerie light red glow, much like the crimson color of the Witchblade when it would swirl on her wrist. The blaring sound of the alarm went off and Ian quickly moved over to the panel, ignoring the apprehension in Sara's facial expression as he came closer to her. Lifting the metal cover, Ian grabbed the emergency phone.
"Security?"
"This is Nottingham, what seems to be the problem?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nottingham but there was a short in the electrical system, triggering the fire alarm and locking the elevator systems. It will be a few hours before we can operate the elevators, Sir. Other then that every thing is fine." The man on the other line held his breath waiting for an answer. Nottingham's reputation was well known through out the company and every one went beyond to stay out of his way.
"Tell me the situation of elevator number three?" Ian demanded, needing to know exactly where he was. As a bodyguard Ian made mental notes off all the escape routes in the building. Other then the architects themselves, he was the only other person that knew the Vorshlag building inside and out. As with all the other buildings and homes Irons owned. Kenneth Irons is indeed a man with many enemies. He knew there were trap doors along the elevator chutes they could use to head back down to the first floor or even up to the roof through a hidden access. Security was the only thing Ian had control over.
"Yes, Sir. The elevator car seems to be stuck between floors eleven and twelve. We will get you out as soon as possible, Sir."
If Ian didn't know any better there is a trap door that leads back out onto the eleventh floor. With the phone still cradled in his hand he turned to find Sara sitting in a corner of the elevator staring up at him. She raised an eyebrow, giving him the look that she was pissed off. A compeling urge came over Ian. Since they were going to be stuck together for a while he might as well get as much information about Sara Pezzini and what made her tick while he still could and maybe he just might be indulged to help her along with the Witchblade. Because he knew after today he would never have this chance again; Irons would see to that. He returned his attention back to the phone.
"Work quickly is that understood? And turn that damn alarm off." Ian insisted strongly over the phone.
"Yee…yesss, Sir." But all he heard was the click of the phone. With a sigh of relief the security guard started to wipe away the beads of sweat that stared forming on his forehead. Thankful that he wasn't alone in the elevator with Nottingham.
"So what the hell is going on, Nottingham?" Sara questioned.
"It appears that we are stuck here for a while, Sara." Ian returned to his submissive posture.
"No shit Sherlock!"
Sara had already been frustrated but this little incident just pushed her over the edge. It was enough she had been having a bad day, but to be stuck in an elevator with him for god knows how long was worse. Sara hated not having some slight control over the situation. 'Well at lease your not alone, Pez' she thought to herself. But looking up at her company it wouldn't have been any different.
"There had been an electrical failure and the elevator systems have locked. To what I have been informed it will be a few hours before we are able to move." Ian knew she didn't care for the formalities but it was something they could discuss instead of her lashing out at him. At least for the time being which was short lived.
"Well can't you get us out of here? Can't you climb out of the car and start crawling around or something? You obviously have a knack for lurking around and shit."
"The cables are more then six inches thick and covered in grease. I am not spiderman, Sara."
Ian had been stunned by his own witty retort. He considered himself a patient man; its what made him such a dangerous assassin. But he could only take so much from Sara Pezzini. Maybe he should just tell her about the escape route? –Or may be not. Being trapped with Sara could turn out quite interesting.