Title: No Rest For The Wiccans
Rating: M
Summary: When teens that practice Wicca are found dead it is up to Tony and Carol to figure out what the killers sick motives are. Wire in the blood, Rowan Gant Investigations Crossover.
Disclaimer: I don't own Carol, Tony, or any of the authors blood and gore. I don't even own M.R Sellars characters. I just like to take them out and play with them.
Chapter 2
On the other side of the ocean Rowan Gant wasn't having what you call a peaceful night sleep. Fire and burning flesh made up most of his dream, the girl begging for his help made up the other half. He was standing in an open field and a body was tied to a stake, the smell of burning flesh and fires burning out were all around him. Suddenly the body looked down at him.
"Help me," she called out. "Help me."
And then he saw flashes of visions. A girl playing Celtic music, heading down the road, and then someone drove her off that road. The car came to a stop and then he watched her being taken out. He couldn't see who was doing it, he never did, but he saw the fear in her voice, on her face. And then she was tied to the stake and burned alive, her screaming filling the night. Of course deep down he knew that she had already been dead before she had been tied and that realization made Rowan finally wake up.
"Do you think that I'm getting to old for this?" Rowan asked his wife, Felicity.
His wife, a fiery red head, gave him a questioning look.
"You mean after what happened with me," she said.
"Yes, but there's more to it then that," Rowan told her.
The look that his wife gave him told him he better tell her everything.
"I had another vision," Rowan told her. "And I have a feeling that we might be going on a very long trip."
"Where and when?"
"I believe across the ocean but I don't know when," Rowan answered.
"Well I've got a feeling that it might be soon and you better take me with you," Felicity told him, her tone determined. "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
Rowan knew better then to argue with his wife, especially after what had happened to her. It seemed that her experience with the spirit world made her even harder then before.
"As you wish, my dear," Rowan said.
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"God, I really hate this," Carol said as she and Paula approached the home of Sally's father.
"It doesn't get any easier," Paula said. "So have you talked to Tony yet about the murder?"
"Not yet," Carol replied. "I think he's lecturing today and I won't be able to see him until he's done."
Paula rang the doorbell and they waited. While they waited Carol formed a plan on how much to tell them about the death of their daughter. She wanted to see if there was any chance that the father, upon finding out the truth about his daughter, had killed her. However it wasn't the father that answered the door but a woman that looked from one to the other when she had opened the door.
"I'm Detective Chief Inspector Jordan and this is Detective Constable McIntyre," Carol said, showing her her identification, Paula showed hers. "Are you the wife?"
"Yes," the lady answered.
"I'm sorry to inform you that we've found the body of your daughter," Carol told her.
At those words tears welled up and the mother went down on her knees.
"Come on," Paula said. "Let's get you inside."
And getting the woman slowly to her feet she was led inside.
The living area was clean, a lot cleaner the Carol kept her place, and she wondered if the woman even worked. Paula sat her down and the mother took a napkin that was inside a box. She dabbed her eyes.
"What h-h-happened," the mother sobbed.
"Your daughter was murdered," Carol answered. "She was tied to a stake and burned alive."
The words alone sent a shockwave through her body.
"But why would anyone d-do that?" the mother asked.
Carol took the small plastic bag out and handed it to the mother. She took one look at it and then dropped it like it was still hot.
"Why did you bring that thing in this house?" she hissed. "What kind of game are you playing?"
"Trust us, we're not playing any kind of game," Carol told her, hoping to calm her down. "But it was found on your daughter's body."
"It was not," the mother hissed. "You planted that on her body. My daughter was a good Catholic girl, not some homosexual witch."
"Mrs. Slaw, I promise you that we didn't plant this necklace," Paula said, her tone soothing. "But we need you to calm down and try and answer our questions."
"No, I'm not going to answer any questions," Mrs. Slaw said. "Get out of my house you fucking witches. Get out before I force you out."
She got up and walking over to the door, she yanked it open.
"OUT!" she screamed.
Both women knew that it was best to leave before they ended up doing something that they would both regret.
"Well that's the first time that I've been called a witch," Paula said, when the door had been slammed in their faces. "So what's next?"
"We need to find out if there are any cases that resemble this one," Carol said. "I don't think that Sally is the first victim that he, or she, has killed. And if this isn't the first victim lets see if the agency will let us use whatever resources that they used."
"Does this mean we're not using Tony on this one," Paula said.
"No, we're using Tony but I'm adding another player in this," Carol told her. "Let's just hope it's enough."
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Oh it had been so easy, so easy to kill that fucking witch. She had screamed when he had started but in the end she hadn't screamed when he finally burned her. No, he needed to find a way to keep them alive so that they would answer to the crimes that they had commented. He gave himself a moment to smile at the looks on the others faces, the look of terror and knowing that their fake Goddess wouldn't be able to help them. He would also show the police that they couldn't protect them, couldn't keep them safe from his divine justice.
Soon they would all burn and hang and the night would be alight with their bodies and their screams.
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"Okay, I think I've got something," Paula said several hours later. "It seems that there was a series of murders in the states, a man named Eldon Andrew Porter killed several people using tortured devices and killing them in all sorts of different manners. I leave the gory stuff up to you to read. He then killed a few miles away but he was never caught."
"Don't tell me they were witches," Carol said.
"Bingo," Paula said.
"Great, I've got a man that might be here, burning one person and he might burn again. Call that department and see if we can use whoever they used on those cases. Let's just hope it's not a wacko."
Paula grinned.
"Also have them fax any information that they have about this man," Carol told her. "I want to know what we're facing and call Tony up. I think he might be out of class. Tell him that's he's needed."
"Very well," said Paula and she were gone.
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Ben answered the phone when Paula called. He had given her all the information that she had asked for but he still didn't know why she wanted it. In a nutshell she told him what had happened.
"And you believe that our old friend is there," Ben said.
"Well we don't know but the case is putting up red flags. So we needed the information. Also we need the man that helped you out with those cases."
"That would be Rowan Gant," Ben answered. "He's an old friend of mine and has a gift for these kinds of things."
"Sounds like our Dr. Hill," Paula said, laughing. "So, can he come?"
"I'll talk to him and then let you know," Ben answered. "But I'm sure that he'll agree. He's a very nice person."
"Not a wacko?" Paula asked.
Ben wondered where she had gotten that from.
"Trust me he's as far from being a wacko as you can get, but if he does anything strange then leave it be," Ben warned. "I joke about it, calling it his twilight zone stuff, but usually that twilight zone stuff gets us to the bottom of things."
"I'll keep that in mind," Paula said.
"That's all I ask," Ben said. "And tell me what you think about him when he gets there."
"Will do."
And she hung up.
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Rowan Gant got the call the next morning. Ben Storm, an old friend of his and one that used him when they dealt with gory cases, told him what had happened.
"It seems that our old friend Porter might have crossed the ocean and attacked in England," Ben said. "I talked to a woman named DC McItyre and she wants you to come and assist them on this case, along with a doctor that they use when they have a serial killer to face."
"Did you tell her that I happen to be a witch," Rowan asked.
"No," Ben answered. "I'm kind of hoping to avoid the hang up," Ben told him.
"Ben, how many times to have to tell you that honesty is always the best policy," Rowan said.
"About a million times," Ben answered and laughed. "So will you help?"
"If it means that I can get this bastard in a cell then I'll do it but Felicity wants to come."
"Is she up to it?" Ben asked.
"Yes, anyway this will be a good time for her to see her home again," Rowan said. "She's always complaining that she never has time to go back."
"Well it looks like its both business and pleasure," Ben said.
"I'll bring you back a tee shirt," Rowan told him and hung up.
While Felicity got their passports and clothes packed. Rowan had to take out a lot of things that he would normally bring with him. Ever since 9-11 you couldn't bring on the plane a lot of things that you normally could. Felicity then called her dad and told him that she was going to Scotland. She didn't tell him what for, since he already hated Rowan for being a witch and dragging his daughter into it, according to his own mind. Finally packing the last of their ritual supplies they locked up and left.
"So who are we suppose to meet at the airport?" Felicity asked when they were airborne.
"A DC," Rowan answered.
"Detective Constable," Felicity translated. Rowan gave her an odd look. "I grew up in Scotland, Rowan, we always had them around."
"Well let's hope that they take how I do things not as an offense," Rowan said.
"I'm sure they won't," Felicity said. "Anyway, your weirdness factor is what makes you such a loveable teddy bear."
Rowan laughed.
"Are you trying to get on my good side?" he asked her.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I can't help it that I know which side my bread is buttered on," she told him.
"Then I'll take that as a compliment," Rowan said.
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A/N: I decided to blend both Wire in the Blood and Rowan Gant Investigations because both are gut-hitting series and books. Rowan does the same thing that Tony does, helping the police solve horrific crimes. If you wish to read any of M. R. Sellars books start with Harm None. You won't be disappointed.