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. Of course they get a little help from Rowan Gant. 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.
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To WriterApprentice: Thanks for your review. I'm in Wicca and I know what it feels like to be disliked by people because I practice a different faith.
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Chapter 4
"So how long until Mr. Gant's plane arrive?" Carol asked Paula as they headed to the next person on the list.
Paula checked her watch.
"About two hours," Paula answered. "I'm really looking forward in meeting him. According to Ben Storm he was really important in solving those murders."
"I'm sure he was," Carol said.
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the home of Katie Duffy, a girl that was in the same class as the victim. They got out and noticed a woman leaving with something wrapped in a box. She waved at them and then drove off. Paula followed Carol to the front door and knocked. A few minutes later the door opened and a tall man stood there.
"Yes," he asked.
"I'm DCI Jordan and this is-."
"I was told that you would be visiting us," the man told them.
"And who told you?" Paula asked.
"Jenny did," the man answered. "Why don't you come in?"
He moved aside to let them enter and when he closed the door he had them follow him to the living area. As they walked Carol noticed a small table that had a statue and some candles burning. There was also the smell of incense and the smell almost made her choke.
"Sorry about the smell but we're cleansing the house," the man told them.
The living area was large and done in soft colors. A large bookcase held all sorts of books and while Carol opened the line of questioning Paula looked at the spines of the books. They were all about Celtic Magic and some were even of African.
"Is your daughter here?" Carol asked.
"Yes but she's too upset to talk," the man told her. "As I'm the father I've decided to answer any questions that you have."
"We really need to talk to your daughter," Carol told him.
"When she's up to it," the father told her. "So what do you want to know?"
"Do you practice Wicca?" Paula suddenly asked.
"No, I practice Druidism," the father answered. "My whole family does."
"And what is the difference?" Paula asked.
"Their two separate trees," the father answered. "Wicca, or witchcraft, is mostly about magic and using it to aid in whatever your doing. Druidism, I think, is more about creativity then anything else. I focus more on the creating part then anything else."
"And your daughter?"
"She does mostly poetry and looking at some of the old books, you know the ones that monks copied to keep the Irish way of life alive, minus the paganism."
"And how long did your daughter know Miss Slaw?" Carol asked.
"Oh ever since her and her family arrived on the plane," the father answered. "Sally was sort of new to England and Katie helped her out. A lot of kids bullied her because she didn't sound English and Katie kept the bullies away."
"Does your daughter know when she started to practice Wicca?"
"About two years ago," said a new voice.
The father turned and Carol saw a young woman standing there.
"I heard them asking you questions and I decided to come down," the girl said. "I'm Katie."
Carol noticed that she was tired-looking and like the others she had red eyes from crying. She sat down and looked at Carol.
"Did you introduce her to Wicca?" Carol asked.
"No, she found that out by herself," Katie answered. "I did tell her that me and my family practiced Druidism and I even let her come over and read some of the books that we had. Mum really liked her and was heartbroken when found out that she had died."
"That was who you saw when you drove up," the father said. "She's going to take a crumble to her grieving family."
"Did Sally's parents know that she practiced Wicca?"
"No, she kept that part of her life secret," the father answered. "Of course I didn't blame her since Wicca isn't the most popular religion in the world."
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A car drove up, slowly, to the Slaw house. It had been a couple of days since the Sally witch had died and he wanted to make it complete. He had made his first mistake in not killing the mother first. She was a witch, just like her daughter, and both had to pay for their crimes. A car was already parked and he saw the woman handing the witch something in a box.
He wanted to kill the woman that had arrived just because her presence made it impossible to hand out God's justice. However he would get caught if he did that so he decided that he would let her go. She was of no use to him. When the woman had left he got out. He went around the back of his car and took out a small bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then approached the house.
Mrs. Slaw opened the door on the second ring. Before she knew it he had overpowered her and forced her into a chair, a knife at her throat. He didn't say anything as he tied her up and then she stripped her down.
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged.
"Don't talk to me, witch," he snarled and then covered her eyes with another piece of cloth. "Your just like your daughter, you convert with the Devil."
Mrs. Slaw started to cry.
"You're the one that killed her, didn't you?" she asked.
He slapped her and she cried again.
"I said no talking, witch," he snarled again.
He took out a pair of pliers and and forced her hand against the chair.
"When did you become a witch?" he asked.
"I'm not a witch," Mrs. Slaw answered and then screamed as her thumbnail was removed.
"When did you sign your name in the Devil's book?" the man asked.
"I didn't sign my name," Mrs. Slaw answered and she screamed again as another nail was removed.
"Don't lie, witch," he said. "All witches sign their name in the devil's book. Confess that you're a witch and you will die quickly."
Mrs. Slaw's body was shaking as she denied what he said and he removed each nail. Finally she confessed, just to get him to stop. He then took a rope and placed it around her neck. As she died he placed the pentacle around her neck and left her.
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Rowan and his wife were once again back on another plane, this time to England. He had tried to figure out what would cause this man to kill once more and if it was the same man. A lot of information had been released and it was easy for a copycat to do the crimes himself. Of course there was a chance that it was them person and that brought back a whole new batch of memories, memories that Rowan didn't want to remember.
When the plane touched down in London, they found their bags and then waited. Paula hadn't shown up yet and Rowan wondered if she was always late. Felicity finally decided to get them something to snack on while they waited.
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"Carol, we need to get to the airport," Paula told her.
"Are we late?" she asked.
"No, I am," Paula told her.
"Well then let's get going," Carol told her. "I'll drop you off and you can order a rental for them."
"Are you going to finally see Tony?"
"Yes and let me know when he wants to come in," Carol told her.
Paula nodded and they hurried off to the airport.
Paula had to hurry among the crowds of people, a card in her hand. Carol had sped away as soon as Paula had closed the door and Paula mentally prepared herself in meeting one of the best that St. Louis had to offer. She just hoped that he wasn't too weird.
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Rowan was busy reading a Wicca article when he saw the card that read 'Gant.' Closing it, he put it in his carry-on bag and then got up. The woman that had the card had very short hair and he sensed had been through a lot and had seen a lot.
"I'm Gant," Rowan told her.
She stared at him, shocked and then Felicity showed up.
"Sorry, Rowan, the line was so long," she told him.
"That's fine," Rowan told her and then turned to the woman. "I'm Rowan Gant; I'm the one that you asked for."
She inspected him and then blurted out, "you're a witch!"
"Oh great, Ben didn't tell her," Felicity told him.
"That's alright," Rowan said. "Yes, I'm a witch but I don't let that interfere with the job. So do you have a car waiting?"
"No, but I can order you one," the woman told him. "I'm Paula McIntyre, I'm a Detective Constable."
"I'm Rowan Gant and this is my wife Felicity O'Brian," Rowan said, extending his hand.
Paula shook it.
"So do you wish to check in or do you want to go to the station?"
"We'll check in first, I need my sleep," Rowan told her.
"Then we'll meet tomorrow morning," Paula told them. "I'm really looking forward in working with you. Of course Carol will just consider you a helper to Dr. Hill."
"I've read up on Dr. Hill's work," Rowan told her. "He sounds a little like me, but without the voices."
"Oh he hears plenty of those," Paula said, laughing.
Rowan was a little surprised by this but he also had a feeling that he might just get away with a little weirdness.
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