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: I got that information about what the Inquisition did from a website that talked all about it. Also most of what modern-day sicko's use comes from these so-called holy men. About the books you can go on the Internet and go on and they have them.

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Chapter 8

The medical examiner's report was on Carol's desk an hour later. The mother died from a combination of hanging, shock, and blood loss. When Carol closed the report she leaned back. This whole thing was turning into a nightmare and she felt like she would never wake up. She looked up at the ceiling fan and her eyes drifted closed. At once Carol was plunged into a nightmare.

There were a circle of people, thirteen total, and they where all hooded, their figures looked like flowing blood. As Carol watched two of them stood up and turned to face her. Carol gave a horrible scream when she saw that they were the two murder victims, the pentacle shinning with a dull light around their necks.

"Help Us!" they demanded. "HELP US!"

Carol screamed as they moved closer and then she was jerked awake.

"Miss Jordan, can you hear me?" Rowan asked.

She stared at him and then looked around. At least two others were in her office and they had worried expressions on their faces.

"Thank the Goddess we woke you," Felicity said. "You were screaming like the Banshee."

"Are you alright?" Rowan asked.

"I-I don't know," Carol whispered. "I don't know anymore."

"So you saw Sally in your bathroom mirror," Rowan said when the others had left, except for Felicity.

"Yes and I wasn't on drugs," Carol told him.

"Why would we say a thing like that," Felicity said.

"Tony did," Carol told her.

She snorted and said, "What does someone that's as close-minded as a book know."

"Dear, we need to respect him," Rowan told her.

Felicity snorted again.

"And then you dreamed about a circle of people," Rowan said, continuing.

"Yes," Carol answered.

"I think that their contacting you," Rowan said. "Just like they contact me. The fact that there are others tells us that there will be more victims."

Carol's blood ran cold.

"But I don't understand why this is happening to me," Carol said. "I mean, I've handled other things like this and this hasn't happened."

"Well I think that it's safe to say that this might be the 'straw that broke the camels back,'" Rowan told her. "Meaning that while the others didn't trigger this, this one did."

"How do I make the dreams stop?"

Rowan sighed.

"I'm afraid that they won't stop," Rowan told her.

"What!"

"I'm saying that these two have chosen to contact you," Rowan said. "They believe that you, like I, can help them. Now they might stop once you catch the killer but until you do then they won't go away."

Carol didn't like this, this uncontrolled part of her life.

"Okay, so what do I do now?" Carol asked.

"I think that you should keep a diary," Rowan said. "I can help you somewhat control what's happening to you. However if it's anything like I go through your going to have to learn to ground yourself."

Carol went white.

"Isn't that witchcraft," Carol said. "Because-."

"Do you wish to be able to reenter a crime scene?" Rowan cut in.

"Yes," Carol answered.

"Then you need to learn how to ground yourself," Rowan told her. "Doing that doesn't mean that your becoming a witch. It just means that you're learning how to tune out this so that you can do your job."

"I agree," Felicity said.

Carol looked from Rowan to Felicity.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Carol asked them.

"I'm sure," Rowan said. "Why don't you come by our room tonight, we'll promise that you'll be able to handle this."

Carol didn't do anything but let them leave.

"Are you alright?" Paula asked her when Rowan and his wife had left.

"I don't know," Carol said. "I mean, I thought that this case would be simple, like all the others, but it hasn't been."

Paula looked at her with worry.

"Do you think that they can help?" Paula asked. "I mean this goes beyond what we asked Rowan to do."

"I know but I need help," Carol said.

"As you wish, sir," Paula said.

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"Do you that we can help her," Felicity said as they headed back to their hotel room.

"I know we can," Rowan said. "We need to help her before she goes mentally insane."

Felicity looked out the window.

"I had a bad feeling that you would say that."

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He knelt down before the cross and prayed. His time of rest had ended and it was time for him to choose his next victim. He rose up and took his duffle bag. Now it was time to act. He got into his car and drove away.

He arrived in-front of a Secondary School and watched. The students were all leaving; some of them getting into cars, others still too young to drive were getting into their parents cars or taking the bus. He watched one boy, all dressed in black, heading to his car.

"Now where do you live," he asked himself.

His target drove away and he followed him, already feeling the pleasure of killing him going through his veins. Soon the warlock would be dead and it would be another victory for the Church and for him.

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"Okay, so what do we have?" Tony said, looking at both photos and the crime scenes that went with them. "What are you trying to tell us? Are you really trying to prove that these people are witches or are you making a statement that says 'their evil and they deserved what they got?'

He turned away from the photos and thought over what had happened to Carol. None of the other crimes had affected her like this but this one had opened a can of worms that almost impossible to close. He also thought about this Rowan Gant and what part he played in all this. He picked up the phone and called Paula.

"Hello, Paula, I need anything that you have on this Rowan Gant," Tony told her. "Oh no, I know he didn't do it but I need to find out more about him."

There was a pause.

"Thanks, Paula," Tony said and then hung up.

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Carol parked her car in the hotel parking lot and got out. She didn't know why she was even coming but she figured that if Rowan could help her then she was willing to try anything. She took the elevator up to the fourth floor and then walked down the hall. Rowan's room was number 423 and when she knocked on it she didn't have to wait long for it to open.

"Hello, Carol," said the friendly face of Felicity. "Why don't you come in?"

"Thanks," Carol said and she walked in.

The room wasn't lit with any candles, which surprised Carol. Felicity took her coat and placed it on the chair. She saw Rowan working on something on his computer but got up when she appeared.

"Are you ready to start," Rowan asked her.

"I think so," Carol said. "Though I'm not sure that this will work."

"It will work if you have an open mind," Rowan told her. "Now nothing will happen unless you want it to. Understand?"

Carol nodded and Felicity pulled up a chair so that she could sit down.

"Alright, let's begin," Rowan said.

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